arda is small...
posted by redeye
2001-06-03 22:56:50
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stupid short log but a bit funny.
my lvl6 bn went linkless near redhorn and logged in some min after. see what happens


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Mountain Trail
Many rocks, obviously fallen from the higher mountains, are scattered about 
and around the small trail here. This is much narrower and less even than the 
Redhorn Pass, which leaves just south. There is no vegetation around, just
the rock walls rising high to the west and north. To the east you notice a
sheer rock face.
There is a lot of water on the ground.
A small campfire burns here, its low flames giving off only a little light.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Exits: [East] South.

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*Fingéror the Sindarin Elf* has arrived from the south.
*a Half-Elf* has arrived from the south.
*Brawn the Dwarf* has arrived from the south.
*a Man* has arrived from the south.

*>ti

*Fingéror the Sindarin Elf* leaves south.
*a Half-Elf* leaves south.
*Brawn the Dwarf* leaves south.
*a Man* leaves south.

*>According to the Dúnadan calendar, it is:
6am on Sunday, the 18th of Winterfilth, Year 2885 of the Third Age.
The present Tan Istar, Lord of the Istari Council is Aikios.
Real time is Sun Jun  3 20:30:36 2001 GMT.
Last reboot due to a crash at Fri Jun  1 13:26:35 2001 GMT

*>s
*Fingéror the Sindarin Elf* has arrived from the south.
*a Half-Elf* has arrived from the south.
*Brawn the Dwarf* has arrived from the south.
*a Man* has arrived from the south.

*>
*a Man* pounds your right leg extremely hard and shatters it.
That really HURT!
No way! 
You are FIGHTING for your life!

* HP:Hurt *a Man*:Fine>s

You try to slash *a Man*, but he parries successfully.

* HP:Hurt *a Man*:Fine>f
No way! 
You are FIGHTING for your life!
*a Half-Elf* closes the rock.  //<--- didn't notice this one :p

* HP:Hurt *a Man*:Fine>
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!

* HP:Hurt *a Man*:Fine>f
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!

* HP:Hurt *a Man*:Fine>f
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!

* HP:Hurt *a Man*:Fine>f

PANIC! 
You can't quit the fight!

* HP:Hurt *a Man*:Fine>
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!
You try to slash *a Man*, but he parries successfully.

* HP:Hurt *a Man*:Fine>f

*Brawn the Dwarf* pounds your left arm extremely hard and shatters it.
That really HURT!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

* HP:Bad *a Man*:Fine>
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!

* HP:Bad *a Man*:Fine>f
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!

* HP:Bad *a Man*:Fine>f
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!

* HP:Bad *a Man*:Fine>f
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!
*Fingéror the Sindarin Elf* utters the words 'diesilla barh'
You're killed by the lightning bolt sent by *Fingéror the Sindarin Elf*.

You are dead! Sorry...


o HP:Awful>
Alas, you realize that yet again the mighty knowledge of drowned Númenor has
been lost... Despair settles on you.

* HP:Awful>f
Nah... 
You feel too relaxed to do that..

* HP:Awful>whois redeye
Redeye is a level six Black Númenórean Adventurer.

* HP:Awful>wa
You are already awake...

* HP:Awful>
You stop resting, and stand up.

* HP:Awful>e
The Crypt
You find yourself in the ancient crypt of a Númenórean prince. Glyphs are
etched into the walls, still clear after so many years. The carvings depict
the struggle of the proud Númenóreans against the deathless Elves and Valar.
The defeat of Ar-Pharazôn's fleet and the diminution of Sauron's power is
also portrayed, with the aims of the surviving people set on complete revenge
over all of Arda. On the floor itself there are broken pieces of weapons and
armour strewn about. Perhaps with some luck, a clever adventurer might find
something still of use. Above, dark waters leak through into the crypt.
A loaf of bread has been left here.
A loaf of bread has been left here.
A loaf of bread has been left here.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large torch lies here among the dust.
A loaf of bread has been left here.
A loaf of bread has been left here.
A loaf of bread has been left here.
A large sack is on the ground.
A mailbox stands here stuffed full of messages.
Water drips slowly into a grey, still pool.
Exits: West.

* HP:Awful>get all.bread
You get a loaf of bread.
You get a loaf of bread.
You get a loaf of bread.
You get a loaf of bread.
You get a loaf of bread.
You get a loaf of bread.

* HP:Awful>drink water
Your stomach can't contain anymore!

...
...
...


* HP:Wounded>l
The Crypt
You find yourself in the ancient crypt of a Númenórean prince. Glyphs are
etched into the walls, still clear after so many years. The carvings depict
the struggle of the proud Númenóreans against the deathless Elves and Valar.
The defeat of Ar-Pharazôn's fleet and the diminution of Sauron's power is
also portrayed, with the aims of the surviving people set on complete revenge
over all of Arda. On the floor itself there are broken pieces of weapons and
armour strewn about. Perhaps with some luck, a clever adventurer might find
something still of use. Above, dark waters leak through into the crypt.
A cup has been set here.
A cup has been set here.
A large sack is on the ground.
A large sack is on the ground.
A mailbox stands here stuffed full of messages.
Water drips slowly into a grey, still pool.

* HP:Wounded>get cup
You get a cup.

* HP:Wounded>!
You get a cup.

* HP:Wounded>eq
You are using:
<wielded>            a dagger (dented)
<worn as shield>     a small wooden shield (used)
<worn across back>   a quiver
<worn as belt>       a plain leather belt
<worn on belt>       a lantern; it is lit
<worn on belt>       a butcher knife (dented)

* HP:Wounded>w
The Hidden Island
After the fall of Númenor only some of the shores that were once colonized
remained property of the 'pure blooded' as the fierce Black Númenóreans called
themselves.
You are standing in one of those places and the landscape reminds you of
Eru's wrath and the days of the Fall. Where once stood the glorious purple
temples for the Black Lord's worship, dark ruins fester like wounds upon the
land. But, who knows, some power might still hide through the shadows of the
past...
A large sack is on the ground.
A large bulletin board is mounted on a wall here.
Exits: East.

* HP:Wounded>exa 2.sack
You don't see a second sack.

* HP:Wounded>pray
You kneel down and worship the Dark Lord.
You are frozen to death by the might of the unnamable power you summoned.

* HP:Wounded>
In response to your plea, you feel your soul probed by a scrutinising Red Eye.
At once your body is engulfed within the Black Lord's will and there is nothing
left but a consuming darkness...

* HP:Wounded>
The pain stops, your vision clears and you realize that you are elsewhere.
Old East Road
The road runs east-west through a dark green forest. To the northwest the 
forest is cut by a narrow ravine, which leads northwards through the steep 
hilly land. It is quiet here, and the silence is at times so complete, that 
one can hear miles away the sound of waters of Mitheithel swirling against the
three great arches of the Last Bridge.

* HP:Wounded>
A wolf cub has arrived from the east.

* HP:Wounded>map
           Map of Nearby Zones
      -----------------------------
     |   F                         |
     |   *                         |
     |   :                   ^ ^^^O|
     |   :             W   ~*~^^^^^|
     |~ :*%%:         ****:*~      |
     |=**B:::~:::::=X~***~R:*      |
     |:*~:              ?^         |
     |   :              ?:         |
     |  ::              ~^         |
     |  *               *          |
     |  *               ~          |
     |  :               ^          |
     |  ::             ~^^^    ?   |
     |   *~:          *^MM^? ???*  |
     |     ::%::    ~~~   ^:*:::*  |
      -----------------------------

* HP:Wounded>narr fingeror, brawn, halfelf +elf killed me redhorn 1 tick ago 

//*pat self* as usually i'm much too careless to leave road first
Ok.


* HP:Wounded>
Saving Redeye.

* HP:Wounded>
Norsu narrates 'fingeror un lednelh 1 ticb ago?'

* HP:Wounded>
Myrddraal narrates 'sylan here'

* HP:Wounded>
Jaws narrates 'me cora onadraz and prast inhide oac we got wwacked eilliel'

* HP:Wounded>
Fearless narrates 'basheg'

* HP:Wounded>
Fearless narrates 'not'

* HP:Wounded>narr they on foot
Ok.

* HP:Wounded>
Kovie narrates 'stare'

* HP:Wounded>
Fearless narrates 'i dypep it gefora bass vent in ;P'

* HP:Wounded>
Norsu narrates 'koep gate closed :p'

* HP:Wounded>l
Old East Road
The road runs east-west through a dark green forest. To the northwest the 
forest is cut by a narrow ravine, which leads northwards through the steep 
hilly land. It is quiet here, and the silence is at times so complete, that 
one can hear miles away the sound of waters of Mitheithel swirling against the
three great arches of the Last Bridge.
A wolf cub happily plays here.

* HP:Wounded>
Cagim narrates 'frodos dies!'

* HP:Wounded>
Fearless narrates 'i flish at gate'


* HP:Wounded>
*Fingéror the Sindarin Elf* has arrived from the south riding a warhorse.
*a Half-Elf* has arrived from the south riding a pack horse.
*Brawn the Dwarf* has arrived from the south riding a mountain mule.
*a Man* has arrived from the south riding a warhorse.

* HP:Wounded>
*Fingéror the Sindarin Elf* leaves north riding a warhorse.
*a Half-Elf* leaves north riding a pack horse.
*Brawn the Dwarf* leaves north riding a mountain mule.
*a Man* leaves north riding a warhorse.

* HP:Wounded>
*Fingéror the Sindarin Elf* has arrived from the north riding a warhorse.
*a Half-Elf* has arrived from the north.
A pack horse has arrived from the north.
*Brawn the Dwarf* has arrived from the north riding a mountain mule.
*a Man* has arrived from the north riding a warhorse.
*Brawn the Dwarf* pounds your left leg extremely hard and shatters it.
You are incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.

* HP:Dying *Brawn the Dwarf*:Healthy>
You feel a strong ache there!

You are dead! Sorry...

Alas, you realize that yet again the mighty knowledge of drowned Númenor has
been lost... Despair settles on you.

* HP:Awful>st
You stop resting, and stand up.

* HP:Awful>e
The Crypt
You find yourself in the ancient crypt of a Númenórean prince. Glyphs are
etched into the walls, still clear after so many years. The carvings depict
the struggle of the proud Númenóreans against the deathless Elves and Valar.
The defeat of Ar-Pharazôn's fleet and the diminution of Sauron's power is
also portrayed, with the aims of the surviving people set on complete revenge
over all of Arda. On the floor its
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Tsejov2001-06-03 23:07:17
shit, thats what i call bad luck *comf * on death!
Azg2001-06-03 23:18:30
ROFL
Sloshed2001-06-03 23:22:44
Jesus christ man that's pretty piss poor luck :(
Finwë2001-06-03 23:25:13
*rofl* What are the chances of that? Dieing to the same group in 2 ticks when you prayed to a random location and made no tracks! :)
Fredde2001-06-03 23:57:50
mage going with others! how lame!! puke mages are to overpowerd to walk in groups!
Astar2001-06-04 00:11:36
Let me count.. 4 commands per second, thus they pass 1 zone in 2.5-3 seconds.
Aprox 20 zones from redhorn to lb, you were in hidden island aprox for 2 minutes, so they even had some time to loot your corpse and bob couple of times on the way. Formula 1 Arda Grand Prix!!! New lap record!
Lochdale2001-06-04 00:24:10
Well Fingeror knows Arda as well as anyone in the game and with a link like his....
Swedish Doctor.2001-06-04 00:30:33
Alas, unfortunately were were unable to separate Fingeror from his Siamese twin at birth (Snick, aka Cerk). They were only joined at the ears, but between them they shared only 1 brain and 0 hearts. That is why you only see one of them with the other. Sharing 1 brain, they never disagree on their favorite pasttime: molesting infant Numenoreans in an attempt to steal a new brain to make their two heads complete. Their hearts they feed to their cat, who they keep around to lick them clean, thus eliminating the need to leave the computer to bathe. Someday we will separate them, and try to save the half without a brain, since it's the smarter of the two halves.
Jocke2001-06-04 00:51:15
Actually we were trying to find this infamous 5 orc group for a fight, that's why we
were 4. Otherwice it would be just my and my twin. :) Orcs allways running in no smaller
groups then 5 unfortunately force evreryone to either hide or group up with a
group to mach the oponents.
Cerk2001-06-04 00:51:56
Im so happy that someone takes the time to write such along message.
You gotta have a booring life. I pitty you.
Prist2001-06-04 01:29:16
Guess I was bloody lucky that I didn't log on a bit earlier hehe, i had camped at the same spot and logged on about a min before u narrated about fingeror ooc :P
Edvard2001-06-04 02:07:17
giggle..
Shinji2001-06-04 07:07:45
Nice autoflee actions
Greesepaint & M2001-06-04 13:16:49
ROFL @ Swedish doctor!
Swedish Doctor2001-06-04 13:27:36
The reason I had the time to write such a long message is that here in Sweden, the governmental health care rules require me to wait half an hour between patients on opposite sides of the war. Since my next appointment was with an Estonian labgroup (to surgically remove a burr from their collective ass), I had plenty of time to spend reflecting on previous patients.
unkown2001-06-04 15:17:38
Swedish doctoris Norsu. Gotsa be Norsu.
Kogan2001-06-04 23:49:39
Missing Dwarven Power !!!!
Damn poor bn died too slow.
* HP:Dying *Brawn the Dwarf*:Healthy>
NO MORE TO SAY!
Vip2001-06-07 09:04:41
shrug, i ve prayed on elestirs grup 1nce :P
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