o>At the Sign of The Prancing Pony
A large fountain, made from grey stone, pours water from its centre.
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
The corpse of a hobbit is lying here.
The butchered corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of a Bree Guard is lying here.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
Exits: North East South West.


You fill your skin with some water.

o>
Sharmak has arrived from the west riding a hungry warg.

o>

Bamsefar narrates 'relim coming w'

o>
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Suka                 - At the Sign of The Prancing Pony
Bodycast             - West of Bree
Ibrahim              - The Inn's Rooms
Zoser                - The Inn's Rooms
Shake                - The Inn's Rooms
Ozon                 - The Inn's Rooms
Naksur               - At the Sign of The Prancing Pony
Sharmak              - At the Sign of The Prancing Pony

o>
Mordorin narrates 'lelim shire'

o>
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Sharmak dismounts from a hungry warg, and stops riding it.
A hungry warg now follows Sharmak.

o>The Prancing Pony Inn
A pair of soft leather boots are on the ground.
A thick pair of soft leather sleeves are lying here.
There are two thin pairs of leather gloves here.
A thin pair of soft leather boots are on the ground.
On the ground, there are two thin pairs of soft leather trousers.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of the storyteller is lying here.
The scalped, butchered corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of the storyteller is lying here.
The corpse of *a Half-Elf* is lying here.
The corp
The shadow of *an Elf* is floating here.
Exits: South West Up.

o>The Inn's Rooms
A large bulletin board is mounted on a wall here.
The corpse of Barliman is lying here.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The shadow of Barliman is floating here.
Shake the Orc is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Ibrahim the Black Númenórean is standing here.
Ozon the Black Númenórean is standing here searching for something.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
Zose
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Exits: Down.

*>
Sharmak has arrived from below.

*>
corpse (here) : 
a pile of coins
a studded leather belt
a cudgel
a thin pair of rigid leather boots (used)
a thin pair of soft leather trousers (worn out)
a white shirt (worn out)

*>
Naksur has arrived from below.

*>
ca
Sharmak sits down and rests.

*>
Shake shakes: im going to rent here
Ibrahim says 'u mean " where r all pukes"'

*>cha mood aggr
Ok.

*>The Inn's Rooms
A large bulletin board is mounted on a wall here.
The corpse of Barliman is lying here.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The shadow of Barliman is floating here.
Shake the Orc is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Ibrahim the Black Númenórean is standing here.
Ozon the Black Númenórean is standing here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
Zoser the Orc is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Sharmak the Orc is resting here.
A hung
Naksur the Orc is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Naksur begins some strange incantations...

*>
Shake sits down and rests.

*>
Ibrahim smiles viciously at Shake.

*>
Naksur utters the words 'judicandus dies'

*>
Naksur begins some strange incantations...

*>
*an Elf* has entered the game.

*>
Naksur's spell backfires, and she squeals in surprise!

*>

Sharmak stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

*>
* *an Elf*:Healthy>
k *elf*
*an Elf* swiftly dodges your attempt to hit him.


* *an Elf*:Healthy>
Shake stops resting, and clambers on his feet.
*an Elf* swiftly dodges Sharmak's attempt to slash him.
*an Elf* strongly pierces your right foot and tickles it.

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Healthy>
You hear some apparently rather far noise coming from below.


* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Healthy>
k *elf*
You're already fighting!

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Healthy>
Zoser smites *an Elf*'s right leg hard.
Naksur pounds *an Elf*'s body extremely hard and shatters it.
k *elf*
You're already fighting!

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Hurt>Shake leaves down.
You hear some apparently very close noise coming from below.
k *elf*
You're already fighting!

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Hurt>
k *elf*
You're already fighting!

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Hurt>
*an Elf* pierces your body and tickles it.

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Hurt>
k *elf*
You're already fighting!

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Hurt>
k *elf*
You're already fighting!

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Hurt>k *elf*
You're already fighting!

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Hurt>
You're already fighting!

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Hurt>
You hit *an Elf*'s body hard and shatter it.

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Wounded>
1
d
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Wounded>
k *elf*
You're already fighting!

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Wounded>
1
d
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
Shake has arrived from below.

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Wounded>k *elf*
You're already fighting!

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Wounded>

*an Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Elf* leaves down.

* HP:Fine>The Prancing Pony Inn
A pair of soft leather boots are on the ground.
A thick pair of soft leather sleeves are lying here.
You see two thin pairs of leather gloves on the ground.
A thin pair of soft leather boots are on the ground.
There are two thin pairs of soft leather trousers here.
The corpse of *an Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of the storyteller is lying here.
The scalped, butchered corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of the story
The corpse of *a Half-Elf* is lying here.
The corpse of a Barman is lying here.
The shadow of *an Elf* is floating here.
*an Elf* is standing here.
Exits: South West Up.

* HP:Fine>* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Wounded>
k *elf*
You approach *an Elf*, trying to hit him.


1
* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Wounded>
Sharmak has arrived from above.

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Wounded>
Shake has arrived from above.
Naksur approaches *an Elf*, trying to pound him.


* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Wounded>
Ibrahim begins some strange incantations...

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Wounded>
Naksur pounds *an Elf*'s left foot extremely hard and shatters it.
*an Elf* is mortally wounded and will die soon if not aided.


1
* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Dying>
Kobzol has arrived from the south.

* HP:Fine *an Elf*:Dying>
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
Ozon utters the words 'diesilla barh'
A lightning bolt from Ozon shatters *an Elf*.
You feel more experienced.
Congratulations! This is the first time you've killed it!
Your blood freezes as you hear *an Elf*'s death cry.
*an Elf* has drawn his last breath! R.I.P.