* C HP:Fine>
*Everhate the Orc* has ARRIVED from the <<WEST<<
A hungry warg has ARRIVED from the <<WEST<<
* C HP:Fine>kill $target
*Everhate the Orc* pounds your body extremely hard.
* C HP:Fine *Everhate the Orc*:Healthy>
You're already fighting!
* C HP:Fine *Everhate the Orc*:Healthy>
You smite *Everhate the Orc*'s head extremely hard.
* C HP:Fine *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>cma
You suddenly notice *Grishelda the Orc*.
*Grishelda the Orc* pierces your body hard and tickles it.
* C HP:Fine *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>
Ok.
* C HP:Fine *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>bash
* C HP:Fine *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>
*Grishelda the Orc* pierces your left foot extremely hard and tickles it.
* C HP:Fine *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>flee
You flee head over heels.
PANIC!
You couldn't escape!
* C HP:Fine *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>flee
----<YOU HAVE BEEN BASHED BY *Everhate the Orc*>----
* C HP:Fine *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>
*Grishelda the Orc* pierces your right leg and tickles it.
* C HP:Fine *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>cmw
*Everhate the Orc* pounds your right foot extremely hard.
You feel a strong ache there!
* C HP:Hurt *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>flee
*Grishelda the Orc* removes a black runed dagger.
*Grishelda the Orc* swiftly draws a black horn shortbow from across her back.
* C HP:Hurt *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>
*Grishelda the Orc* nocks a missile in a black horn shortbow.
* C HP:Hurt *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>
*Everhate the Orc* pounds your body extremely hard.
You feel a strong ache there!
* C HP:Hurt *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>
Your body turns numb as the poison speeds to your brain!
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Burning *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>
You flee head over heels.
You were not able to keep your concentration while moving.
Your head stops stinging.
On a Mountainside
Exits: East Up Down.
#### Spam cut out ####
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Burning>rp
You muster all of your concentration...
Inactivity timeout postponed...
You mispronounced the magical words...
Your spell backfired!
You feel exhausted.
### Looking bad for our little hero ###
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>w
Trail to the Misty Mountains
Exits: East West.
You bleed from open wounds.
You feel sleepy.
You sit down and rest your tired bones.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Icy>Nah...
You feel too relaxed to do that..
### Looking worse ###
### Lets ask for help for the 8.time.. maybe someone hears my prayers now.. ###
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Icy Move:Tired>s
Trail to the Misty Mountains
Exits: North South West.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Icy Move:Tired>na anyçne eoghha ? <- Yepp.. when i panic i cant spell!
Ok.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Icy Move:Tired>s
Pine-Forest
Exits: North East South West.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Icy Move:Tired>group
What group?!
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Icy Move:Tired># $namn is now set to {Aráldalë}.
Aráldalë tells you 'i come' ### Worship Araldale!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ###
### Some scary waitingtime cut out.. in pine forest to make tracking slower ###
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold Move:Tired>st
You stop resting, and stand up.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold Move:Tired>sea q
You begin to search ...
You hear some apparently very close noise coming from the west.
You didn't find anyone.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold Move:Tired>get all.draught all
You get a flask of orkish draught from a sable pouch. ## Wonder if this will get
You get a flask of orkish draught from a sable pouch. ## me safe ?
You get a flask of orkish draught from a sable pouch.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold Move:Tired>rp ## Still no mana for remove *ponder*
Alas, not enough mana flows through you...
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold Move:Tired>sc
# {report} now aliases {emote has: 180/376 hp, 8/55 mana, 45/142 mp'}.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold Move:Tired>
*Everhate the Orc* has ARRIVED from the ^^NORTH^^ riding a hungry warg.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold Move:Tired>s
Hills
Exits: North East West.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold Move:Tired>s
Alas, you cannot go that way...
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold Move:Tired>w
Low Hills
Exits: North East West.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold Move:Tired># $namn is now set to {Aráldalë}.
Aráldalë tells you 'i ther in 30 sec' ## Make that 30 dam short secs please!
### Some fighiting cut away ###
Aráldalë tells you 'i one n eoghha' ## Ok, coming!
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Icy Move:Fainting>Large Hill
Exits: North East South West.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Icy Move:Fainting>w
Camp Fire
Exits: East South West.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Icy Move:Fainting>qq
You can't find a draught in the pouch.
* C HP:Hurt Mana:Icy Move:Fainting>w
Ok.
The draught burns down your throat, and a fiery feeling fills your limbs.
You feel sick.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Icy Move:Slow>Rocky Flats
The black crow flies low to the ground here, looking for carrion to eat.
The black crow flies low to the ground here, looking for carrion to eat.
Exits: East South West.
Under an Overhang
Exits: North East West.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Icy Move:Slow>Under an Overhang
A thick pair of rigid leather boots are on the ground.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is here, riding a pack horse.
Exits: East South West.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Icy Move:Slow>rase # I gotta learn to spell!!
# $namn is now set to {Aráldalë}.
Aráldalë tells you 'hurry man everhate and velusol coming for ya'
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Icy Move:Slow>Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Icy Move:Slow>raise
You raise your hand.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Icy Move:Slow>
You are now a member of Aráldalë's group.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Icy Move:Slow>
Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Icy Move:Slow>fol araldale
You now follow Aráldalë.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold Move:Slow>
Aráldalë utters the words 'bfzahp ay bfugtizgg'
<< B O B >> ### So far so good, still poisoned though.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
*Everhate the Orc* has ARRIVED from the >>EAST>> riding a hungry warg.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
*Everhate the Orc* pounds your left leg hard.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold *Everhate the Orc*:Healthy>tto
# $target is now set to {*orc*}.
### And then Araldale looses link, so i decides to try to spam a bit !
### Loots of spam cut out in the rest of the log, only showing how lucky
### One can be...
Rolling Hills
A cute rabbit is here.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
Antar narrates 'Hmm... 46 minutes...'
A cute rabbit LEAVES vv SOUTH vv.
You bleed from open wounds.
Your limbs are becoming cold and heavy, your eyelids close.
You go to sleep.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Frozen>
*Everhate the Orc* pounds your right hand extremely hard and shatters it. ## Ok, dont bash!
Aráldalë tries to pierce *Everhate the Orc*, but she parries successfully.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Frozen *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>st
Do you not consider fighting as standing?
PANIC!
You can't quit the fight!
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Frozen *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>st
### Snip, here comes a funny tick!!
* C HP:Bad Mana:Cold Move:Tired>
You bleed from open wounds.
The drowsiness completely overwhelms you.
You feel very sleepy... zzzzzz
* C HP:Bad Mana:Frozen Move:Slow>st
In your dreams, or what?
* C HP:Bad Mana:Frozen Move:Tired>wake
st
You can't wake up! ## Doh !
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>
You feel less tired.
*Everhate the Orc* pounds your body extremely hard and shatters it. ## Thanks for waking me!
You feel a strong ache there!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
#### Snip ! I love these ticks!
* C HP:Bad Mana:Cold>
The light of Aman fades away from you.
You bleed from open wounds.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
The drowsiness completely overwhelms you.
You feel very sleepy... zzzzzz
* C HP:Bad Mana:Frozen Move:Tired>wake
st
You can't wake up!
* C HP:Bad Mana:Icy Move:Tired>sea q
In your dreams, or what?
* C HP:Bad Mana:Icy Move:Tired>
You feel less tired.
*Everhate the Orc* pounds your body extremely hard and shatters it.
You feel a strong ache there!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
* C HP:Awful Mana:Icy Move:Tired *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>flee
You flee head over heels.
Trollshaws
A demon wolf lurks here, its dark form twisting and hiding its shape.
A disgusting forest troll is searching for fresh meat here.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is STANDING here. ### Didnt notice you in spam :(
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
Exits: North East South.
### Finally araldale and me found eachother again... This time Everhate was a sec late!
* C HP:Awful Mana:Icy Move:Tired>
Aráldalë has arrived from the east riding a pack horse.
* C HP:Awful Mana:Icy Move:Tired>sc
# {report} now aliases {emote has: 34/365 hp, 5/57 mana, 44/144 mp'}.
Target: *orc* Traget2: mammoth Following: none. Trackingmount: hungry
34/365 hit, 5/57 mana, and 44/144 moves.
* C HP:Awful Mana:Icy Move:Tired>
Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...
* C HP:Awful Mana:Icy Move:Tired>sa rp
Ok.
* C HP:Awful Mana:Icy Move:Tired>
Saving Dhàrazor.
* C HP:Awful Mana:Icy Move:Tired>cmw
Ok.
* C HP:Awful Mana:Cold Move:Tired>
Aráldalë utters the words 'remove poison'
A warm feeling runs through your body, you feel better. ### Ok.. now i think
### i can make it...
* C HP:Awful Mana:Cold Move:Tired>
Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...
* C HP:Awful Mana:Cold Move:Tired>sa cure
*Everhate the Orc* has ARRIVED from the >>EAST>>
* C HP:Awful Mana:Cold Move:Tired>
Ok.
* C HP:Awful Mana:Cold Move:Tired>w
*Everhate the Orc* pounds your body extremely hard and shatters it.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
* C HP:Awful Mana:Cold Move:Tired *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>
Aráldalë utters the words 'bfzahp ay bfugtizgg'
<< B O B >>
* C HP:Awful Mana:Cold *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>flee
No way!
You are fighting for your life!
* C HP:Awful Mana:Cold *Everhate the Orc*:Fine>w
You flee head over heels.
Stony Meadow
Exits: North East South West.
### Spamming some few rooms, and check hp's... ###
* C HP:Awful Mana:Cold>sc
# {report} now aliases {emote has: 3/365 hp, 6/57 mana, 134/145 mp'}.
Target: *orc* Traget2: mammoth Following: none. Trackingmount: hungry
3/365 hit, 6/57 mana, and 134/145 moves.
### Hehe, ouch...
* C HP:Awful Mana:Cold>stat
TARGET: *orc* 2.TARGET: mammoth 3.TARGET: thief
Protecting: edith Replying to: Aráldalë
OB: 81%, DB: 17%, PB: 66%, Armour: 85%. Wimpy: 375. Mood: wimpy.
Needed: 710,108 xp, 2,900 tp. Gold: 79. Alert: normal.
Affected by:
- panic
- a serious wound at the body. ### Double ouch!
- a light wound at the right foot.
- a deep wound at the right leg. ### "Hope tick is far away" ouch!
- noquit
- novoid
Aráldalë tells you 'quit panicking god dammit' ### Who says i am panicing!
* C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>
Bomber narrates 'ouch' ### I totally agree.. not sure whats happening to you though!
### Snipp..
Aráldalë tells you 'stand stil i port to ya'
* C HP:Awful Mana:Icy>sc
# {report} now aliases {emote has: 23/365 hp, 5/57 mana, 118/145 mp'}.
Target: *orc* Traget2: mammoth Following: none. Trackingmount: hungry
23/365 hit, 5/57 mana, and 118/145 moves.
* C HP:Awful Mana:Icy>reply ok
Ok.
* C HP:Awful Mana:Icy>
You feel bolder.
You bleed from open wounds.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
* C HP:Awful Mana:Cold>reply everhate is on me, thats why i panicing
Ok.
* C HP:Awful Mana:Cold>
Aráldalë slowly fades into existence.
Aráldalë seems very confused.
### End of the story: Araldale cures me up, and i lived happily ever after!
### Thanks to araldale for beeing a real good friend and saving my life!
Aráldalë LEAVES ^^NORTH^^.
You were not able to keep your concentration while moving.
Top of a Steeply Sloping Path
There is some snow on the ground.
A small campfire burns here, its low flames giving off only a little light.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Cold>worship araldale
Aráldalë says 'safe :)'
You fall to your knees before Aráldalë and worship him.
* C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>eq
You are using:
<wielded two-handed> a great warsword (brand new)
<worn on forearm> a metal buckler (brand new)
<worn on head> a great helm (brand new)
<worn on body> a thick metal breastplate (used)
<worn about body> a forest green cloak (used)
<worn on arms> a shining pair of vambraces (brand new)
<worn on hands> a thick pair of metal gauntlets (brand new)
<worn on legs> a pair of greaves (used)
<worn on feet> a pair of soft leather boots (used)
<worn around neck> a red ruby; it has a soft glowing aura
<worn on wrist> a keyring with a key and a set of lock picks
<worn on finger> a ring
<worn on back> a leather backpack
<worn as belt> a gleaming belt
<worn on belt> a sable pouch
<worn on belt> a hunting knife (brand new)
<worn on belt> a water skin
<worn on belt> a stone