*>
*Kocour the Beorning Man* leaves west.
The orc-guard yells 'A Man is here at Drafty Tunnel!'
The orc-guard yells 'A Man is here at Drafty Tunnel!'
The orc-guard yells 'A Man is here at Drafty Tunnel!'

o>tell azmodan Com noc quick

Mogkshak leaves west.

o>
Ok.

o>
Mogkshak has arrived from the west.

o>l
Ore Pit
The orcs have created an ingenious machine for crushing rock.  A pulley and
gear system hooked up to some huge metal teeth crushes rock as it is fed
into the machine by slaves.  More weary slaves work at turning a turnstile
to grind the rock into dust.  Judging from some bloody pulp you see mixed
in with the dust, the overseers enjoyed testing out their machine.
A shortsword is on the ground.
The corpse of an elven slave is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
An orc slavemaster is here, looking for someone to abuse.
An elven slave is standing here.
Molor, wielding an engraved broadsword, is standing here.
Worc, wielding an orkish shortbow, is standing here.
Digital, wielding an engraved broadsword, is standing here.
Mogkshak, wielding a cruelly-spiked mace, is standing here.

o>
Molor burps:  damn fast
Mogkshak says 'fuck'

o>
Mogkshak leaves west.

o>
Mogkshak has arrived from the west.

o>
Mogkshak says 'cure?'

o>l

Molor burps:  who low lev here?

o>
Worc says 'me'

o>
Worc says 'very low lev'

o>Ore Pit
The orcs have created an ingenious machine for crushing rock.  A pulley and
gear system hooked up to some huge metal teeth crushes rock as it is fed
into the machine by slaves.  More weary slaves work at turning a turnstile
to grind the rock into dust.  Judging from some bloody pulp you see mixed
in with the dust, the overseers enjoyed testing out their machine.
A shortsword is on the ground.
The corpse of an elven slave is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
An orc slavemaster is here, looking for someone to abuse.
An elven slave is standing here.
Molor, wielding an engraved broadsword, is standing here.
Worc, wielding an orkish shortbow, is standing here.
Digital, wielding an engraved broadsword, is standing here.
Mogkshak, wielding a cruelly-spiked mace, is standing here.

o>
Molor burps:  search and hit if some1

o>whois worc

The orc-guard yells 'An Elf is here at Drafty Tunnel!'
The orc-guard yells 'An Elf is here at Drafty Tunnel!'
The orc-guard yells 'An Elf is here at Drafty Tunnel!'

o>sea q


                        ***  Mume  VII  ***

                  In progress at FIRE
             (Free Internet Roleplay Experiences)
         Adapted from J.R.R. Tolkien's Middle Earth World and
            Maintained by CryHavoc, Manwe and Nada.

          Original code DikuMUD I (view credits), created by:
    S. Hammer, T. Madsen, K. Nyboe, M. Seifert and H.H. Staerfeldt.


By what name do you wish to be known? 
Password: 


Reconnecting.

* HP:Awful>* HP:Awful>* HP:Awful>l
Hall of Orcs
This is where orcs enter Middle Earth. New orcs, or orcs that have died, are
summoned here. The room is dim, illuminated by some distant lamps. 
You feel
that this room is located far down in the underground, and not even the most
powerful magic could reach down here. A long passage is leading up to the
large Orc cave.
A large fountain, made from grey stone, pours water from its centre.
Goatleib is resting here.
Azmodan is sleeping here.
Molor is sleeping here.
Worc is resting here.