* Move:Tired>info
You are a male Eriadorian.
You are 22 years and 1 day old.
You have played no time (real time). #### I wanted to be named ANY ####
This ranks you as Eni the Man Apprentice (level 2).
You are six feet one and weigh twelve stone and eight pounds.
Perception: vision 30, hearing -8, smell -35. Alertness: normal.
You are a well-meaning person, always glad to help your friends.
You are welcome in Fornost.
You are carrying sixty-eight pounds of equipment. Heavy, but we will manage...
Your base abilities are: Str:15 Int:15 Wis:15 Dex:16 Con:14 Wil:16 Per:15. #### Look at my stats! LOL! ####
Offensive Bonus: 34%, Dodging Bonus: -27%, Parrying Bonus: 24%.
Your armour provides an average protection of 61%.
You have 43/43 hit, 101/101 mana, and 33/115 movement points.
Your mood is aggressive.
You will fight to the death.
You have scored 3,484 experience points and you have 2 travel points.
You are not known for any acts of war.
You need 0 exp. points and 3 travel points to reach the next level.
You have 2 gold coins, 2 silver pennies, and 72 copper pennies.
You are speaking Westron.
You are subjected to the following temporary effects:
- a deep wound at the left leg (bound up).
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Eheril narrates 'heya all :)'
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*Liart the Orc* has arrived from the north riding a hungry warg.
*an Orc* has arrived from the north riding a hungry warg.
#### They want fun, im a newbie resting, YOUR GONNA TAKE MY MONEY!! ####
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*Liart the Orc* begins some strange incantations...
* Move:Tired>dy
Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!
*an Orc* pounds your left arm extremely hard and shatters it.
You feel a strong ache there!
That really HURT!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
* HP:Bad Move:Tired *an Orc*:Healthy> #### After that i thought i was gonna be dead... in a shot ####
*Liart the Orc* utters the words 'diesilla barh' #### And after this i laughed ####
* HP:Bad Move:Tired *an Orc*:Healthy>
You barely slash *an Orc*'s body and tickle it. #### God damn i rock ####
* HP:Bad Move:Tired *an Orc*:Fine>sa ow
Ok.
Theofur narrates 'they still moors?:P'
* HP:Bad Move:Tired *an Orc*:Fine>f
*Liart the Orc* utters the words 'diesilla barh' #### I laughed again ####
* HP:Bad Move:Tired *an Orc*:Fine>
You flee head over heels.
PANIC!
You couldn't escape!
* HP:Bad Move:Tired *an Orc*:Fine>s
No way!
You are fighting for your life!
* HP:Bad Move:Tired *an Orc*:Fine>
You barely slash *an Orc*'s body and tickle it. #### How come i cant hit a bandit, BUT HIT HIM!? ####
* HP:Bad Move:Tired *an Orc*:Fine>
*an Orc* +++++BASHES YOU+++++.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
* HP:Bad Move:Tired *an Orc*:Fine>
*Liart the Orc* utters the words 'diesilla barh' #### After this, i didnt even look at the screen ####
#### Liart was too much of a discrace ####
* HP:Bad Move:Tired *an Orc*:Fine>sa newbie
#### And im too late to say "newbie" ####
*an Orc* pounds your right arm extremely hard and shatters it.
You feel a strong ache there!
You are dead! Sorry...
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Your head stops stinging.
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Ok.
