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It is pitch black...
You are in a city.
*an Elf* is standing here.
 
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backstab *elf*
You begin to move silently to the back of your victim...
 
*an Elf* makes a strange sound but is suddenly very silent, as you place a
nasty orkish fang in his back.
You receive your share of experience.
Congratulations! This is the first time you've killed it!
Your blood freezes as you hear *an Elf*'s death cry.
Above the body of *an Elf* a grey mist gathers into a pale shrouded figure,
rising slowly like smoke from a fire. It wavers for a moment, looking to the
West; but out of the West comes a cold wind and with a sigh it dissolves into
nothing.
 
hmm what to fuck is it? he died twice btw but what that mean? his name is Surge.