* W C>emote says i could quake n
Ok.

* W C>
Cups and plates clink and tinkle as Khàin the dwarf roams the room gathering the dirty dishware.

* W C>
Ethar narrates '*an Orc* says "DO FAST"'

Lowyn purrs softly, 'they 1n?'

* W C>
Ethar narrates 'namoi here now'

* W C>
Lowyn purrs softly, 'how many?'
Ethar nods solemnly.

* W C>
Ethar says 'lore quake'

* W C>+++++ Earthquake +++++

Ethar says '6'

* W C>fol
You stop following Galarin.
You will not follow anyone else now.

* W C>+++++ Target Orc +++++

Lowyn begins some strange incantations...

* W C>n
cast 'earthquake' *orc*
cast 'earthquake' *orc*
A Musty Old Room
*an Orc* is standing here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*Lookhu the Orc* is standing here.
*Sauros the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* is standing here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*a Man* is resting here.
Exits: East South.

* W C>
You quickly recall your stored spell...

flee
*a Man* says : ok guys
*an Orc* smites your left foot very hard.

*a Man* stops resting, and clambers on his feet.
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* leaves east.
A pack horse leaves east.

*Sauros the Orc* barely smites your body and tickles it.
*a Man* leaves east.
The earth trembles beneath your feet!
The earth trembles and shivers.
A hungry warg says 'Prepare to die, Lore!'
A hungry warg says 'Iv tas your lasz mistake Lore! I will remember you!'
A hungry warg says 'Prepare vo die, Lore!'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning *an Orc*:Fine>
You quickly recall your stored spell...

A hungry warg lightly hits your right hand and tickles it.

PANIC! 
You can't quit the fight!

The earth trembles beneath your feet!
You receive your share of experience.
**Yawn** Boring kill, wasn't it?
Your blood freezes as you hear a pack horse's death cry.
A pack horse is dead! R.I.P.
The earth trembles and shivers.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning *an Orc*:Hurt>
You flee head over heels.
A Dusty Hallway
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* is standing here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*a Man* is standing here.
Exits: West.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* leaves west.
A pack horse leaves west.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* has arrived from the west.
A pack horse has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>flee

*Naomi the Black Númenórean* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
*a Man* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>w
You flee head over heels.
A Musty Old Room
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
*an Orc* is standing here.
*Lookhu the Orc* is standing here.
*Sauros the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Exits: East South.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
*an Orc* quickly approaches, trying to smite you.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning *an Orc*:Hurt>No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
You lightly slash *an Orc*'s right foot and tickle it.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning *an Orc*:Hurt>flee

*a Man* has arrived from the east.
You swiftly dodge *an Orc*'s attempt to pound you.
*an Orc* smites your right leg very hard.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning *an Orc*:Hurt>
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* has arrived from the east.
A pack horse has arrived from the east.
You flee head over heels.
At a Caravanserai
On the ground, there are two dark coloured flasks.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
A tall woman in riding leathers is here.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
Lowyn the Woman is standing here.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>flee
You flee head over heels.
An Antechamber
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Ethar narrates 'rofl'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>w
At a Caravanserai
There are two dark coloured flasks here.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
A tall woman in riding leathers is here.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
Lowyn the Woman is standing here.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Ethar begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Galarin giggles at your silly antics.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Lowyn begins some strange incantations...
Aráldalë slowly fades into existence.
Aráldalë seems very confused.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* has arrived from the north.
A pack horse has arrived from the north.
Kônn the dwarf yells 'A Man is here at At a Caravanserai!'
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'A Man is here at At a Caravanserai!'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* leaves north.
A pack horse leaves north.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Ethar utters the word 'store'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Lowyn utters the words 'cure serious'
You begin to see scars fade away and a feeling of health comes over you.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Lowyn narrates 'what died'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Ethar says 'i quake'
Aráldalë slowly regains his bearings.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Ethar leaves north.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Aráldalë says: nice

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Aráldalë leaves north.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Your blood freezes as you hear a death cry.
Your blood freezes as you hear a death cry.
The earth trembles and shivers.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Aráldalë has arrived from the north.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Ethar has arrived from the north.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Aráldalë says: there n

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Lowyn purrs softly, 'what died'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Lowyn purrs softly, 'they 1n'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>emote says mounts
Ok.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Aráldalë utters the word 'store'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Aráldalë says: mount ethar quaking

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Aráldalë leaves north.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Aráldalë has arrived from the north.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>whe

Khàin the dwarf opens his shop.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>Players in your zone
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Aráldalë             - At a Caravanserai
Ethar                - At a Caravanserai
Galarin              - At a Caravanserai
Lowyn                - At a Caravanserai
Lore                 - At a Caravanserai

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Lowyn begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Aráldalë says: orc lookhus uarus orc orc man

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Lowyn buys a sausage flavoured with savoury herbs.
Khàin the dwarf puts some money in his strongbox.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Lowyn eats a sausage flavoured with savoury herbs.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>cast 'store' earthquake
You start to concentrate...
Ethar says 'we enough now'

Nate narrates 'anyone got an orcish or elven bow to spare?'

You stored it.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>
Ethar begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning>cast 'store' earthquake
You start to concentrate...
Galarin says: group araldale

Ethar utters the words 'cure serious'

You stored it.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Aráldalë sits down and rests.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Lowyn disbands her group.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Lowyn raises her hand.
group Lowyn

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>Lowyn is now a group member.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
*Lookhu the Orc* has arrived from the north.
*a Man* has arrived from the north.
*an Orc* has arrived from the north.
Kônn the dwarf yells 'A Man, and some Orcs are here at At a Caravanserai!'
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'A Man, and some Orcs are here at At a Caravanserai!'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>emote says raise

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* has arrived from the north.
A pack horse has arrived from the north.
*an Orc* lightly smites Lowyn's left arm and tickles it.
Khàin the dwarf says 'YOU! Tryksh! 
You will die before your time.'
Khàin the dwarf fails to pierce *an Orc*.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>*a Man* begins some strange incantations...
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* begins some strange incantations...
Lowyn barely slashes *an Orc*'s right hand and tickles it.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
*Lookhu the Orc* begins some strange incantations...
Khàlin the dwarf strokes his beard thoughtfully.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Aráldalë stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Galarin pounds *Lookhu the Orc*'s body hard.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
*Sauros the Orc* has arrived from the north.
*an Orc* has arrived from the north.
*an Orc* has arrived from the north.
A hungry warg has arrived from the north.
Lowyn begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>+++++ Colour Spray +++++

*a Man* utters the word 'fireball'
You feel less protected.
*a Man*'s fireball completely envelops you, causing infernal pain.
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* utters the words 'diesilla barh'

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Healthy>
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Healthy>
Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...
*Lookhu the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Lookhu the Orc* leaves north.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Healthy>cast 'colour' *orc*

Glyneth the swordswoman joins Khàin the dwarf's fight.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot *a Man*:Healthy>
Glyneth the swordswoman says 'I will hunt you until you're dead, Tryksh!'
Kônn the dwarf joins Khàin the dwarf's fight.
Kônn the dwarf says 'Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd ai-mênu!'
Kônn the dwarf barely cleaves *an Orc*'s body and tickles it.
You flee head over heels.
A Musty Old Room
The corpse of a hungry warg is lying here.
The corpse of a hungry warg is lying here.
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
*Lookhu the Orc* is standing here.
Exits: East South.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
You are too afraid.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
*Lookhu the Orc* leaves south.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>s
At a Caravanserai
There are two dark coloured flasks here.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
Glyneth the swordswoman is here, fighting *an Orc*.
Borlan the man is here, fighting *a Man*.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
Khàin the dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
Kônn the dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
Lowyn the Woman is sitting here.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
Galarin the Noldo is here, fighting *Naomi the Black Númenórean*.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is standing here trying to concentrate.
*a Man* is here, fighting Borlan the man.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Lowyn.
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* is here, fighting Galarin.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*Sauros the Orc* is here, fighting Lowyn.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Galarin.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Galarin.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Lookhu the Orc* is standing here.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Aráldalë utters the word 'fireball'
Aráldalë throws a fireball at *a Man*, completely enveloping him in flames.
*a Man* utters the word 'fireball'
*a Man* throws a fireball at Aráldalë, completely enveloping him in flames.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* begins some strange incantations...
*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
*a Man* leaves north.
Ethar begins some strange incantations...
Glyneth the swordswoman slashes *an Orc*'s left arm hard and tickles it.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
*Lookhu the Orc* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>e

Ethar utters the words 'diesilla barh'
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* staggers back as the lightning bolt sent by Ethar hits her.
Kônn the dwarf lightly cleaves *an Orc*'s right foot and tickles it.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* begins some strange incantations...
Ethar begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>An Antechamber
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>w
cast 'colour' *orc*
At a Caravanserai
On the ground, there are two dark coloured flasks.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
Glyneth the swordswoman is here, fighting *an Orc*.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
Khàin the dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
Kônn the dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
Lowyn the Woman is here, fighting *an Orc*.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
Galarin the Noldo is here, fighting *an Orc*.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is standing here.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Lowyn.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*Sauros the Orc* is here, fighting Lowyn.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Galarin.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Galarin.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Lookhu the Orc* is standing here trying to concentrate.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>Alas! The melee is too dense to target him safely!
*Lookhu the Orc* utters the words 'diesilla barh'
Galarin staggers back as the lightning bolt sent by *Lookhu the Orc* hits him.
Kônn the dwarf lightly cleaves *an Orc*'s left arm and tickles it.
Khàin the dwarf barely pierces *an Orc*'s left leg and tickles it.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>cast 'colour' *orc*

*Lookhu the Orc* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>Alas! The melee is too dense to target him safely!

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>e

Ethar begins some strange incantations...
*Lookhu the Orc* begins some strange incantations...
Lowyn seems to have recovered her senses.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Lowyn panics, and attempts to flee.
Lowyn leaves east.
*an Orc* crushes Galarin's right leg extremely hard.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>An Antechamber
Lowyn the Woman is standing here.
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>+++++ Target 2.Orc +++++
w
cast 'colour' 2.orc
At a Caravanserai
There are two dark coloured flasks here.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
Glyneth the swordswoman is here, fighting *an Orc*.
Borlan the man is here, fighting *an Orc*.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
Khàin the dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
Kônn the dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
Ethar the Man is standing here trying to concentrate.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Glyneth the swordswoman.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*Sauros the Orc* is standing here.
*an Orc* is standing here.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Lookhu the Orc* is standing here.
Exits: North East.
Lowyn has arrived from the east.
Ethar utters the words 'colour spray'
Ethar sprays *Sauros the Orc* with painfully bright, concentrated rays of light.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
You are too afraid.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>cast 'colour' 2.orc

*Lookhu the Orc* begins some strange incantations...
Glyneth the swordswoman slashes *an Orc*'s left foot and tickles it.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Aráldalë has arrived from the north.
Galarin narrates 'do '

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
You are too afraid.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Ethar begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
Galarin has arrived from the north.
*Lookhu the Orc* utters the words 'diesilla barh'
*Lookhu the Orc* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you stagger from the impact.
*Sauros the Orc* smites Ethar's right foot extremely hard.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot *Lookhu the Orc*:Fine>
*an Orc* quickly approaches, trying to pound you.
Aráldalë leaves north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot *Lookhu the Orc*:Fine>flee

You flee head over heels.
An Antechamber
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
You flee head over heels.
At a Caravanserai
On the ground, there are two dark coloured flasks.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
Glyneth the swordswoman is here, fighting *an Orc*.
Borlan the man is here, fighting *an Orc*.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
Khàin the dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
Kônn the dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
Ethar the Man is here, fighting *Sauros the Orc*.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Glyneth the swordswoman.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*Sauros the Orc* is here, fighting Ethar.
*an Orc* is standing here.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Lookhu the Orc* is standing here.
Lowyn the Woman is standing here.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here.
Exits: North East.
Kônn the dwarf cleaves *an Orc*'s right arm and tickles it.
Glyneth the swordswoman slashes *an Orc*'s right leg and tickles it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
*Lookhu the Orc* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
Ethar panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>e
An Antechamber
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>cast 'cure serious'
You start to concentrate...

change wimpy 75
+++++ Wimp 75 +++++
w
cast 'colour' 2.orc
Kônn the dwarf yells 'A Man, and some Orcs are here at At a Caravanserai!'
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'A Man, and some Orcs are here at At a Caravanserai!'

*a Man* has arrived from the west.
You begin to see scars fade away and a feeling of health comes over you.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>Wimpy set to: 75

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>At a Caravanserai
There are two dark coloured flasks here.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
A tall woman in riding leathers is here.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
Ethar the Man is here, fighting *Sauros the Orc*.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*Sauros the Orc* is here, fighting Ethar.
*an Orc* is standing here.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Lookhu the Orc* is here, fighting Galarin.
Galarin the Noldo is here, fighting *Lookhu the Orc*.
*an Orc* is standing here.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot>
You start to concentrate...

cast 'colour' 2.orc
Lowyn has arrived from the north.
*Lookhu the Orc* utters the words 'diesilla barh'
Galarin staggers back as the lightning bolt sent by *Lookhu the Orc* hits him.
Borlan the man barely slashes *Sauros the Orc*'s body and tickles it.

*Lookhu the Orc* begins some strange incantations...

Glyneth the swordswoman says 'Ah! There you are!'

*an Orc* leaves north.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot *an Orc*:Hurt>
Ok.
You spray *an Orc* with many-coloured rays of bright light.
You lightly slash *an Orc*'s right foot and tickle it.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot *an Orc*:Hurt>
*an Orc* has arrived from the north.
Galarin sends *Lookhu the Orc* sprawling with a powerful bash.
Kônn the dwarf tries to cleave *Sauros the Orc*, but he parries successfully.

cast 'colour' 2.orc
* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot *an Orc*:Hurt>
*an Orc* lightly smites Lowyn's left arm and tickles it.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot *an Orc*:Hurt>
Galarin pounds *Lookhu the Orc*'s right arm extremely hard.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot *an Orc*:Hurt>
Ethar seems to have recovered his senses.

Ethar leaves east.

* W C HP:Fine Mana:Hot *an Orc*:Hurt>Galarin narrates 'lookhu'
You start to concentrate...
*an Orc* pounds your head very hard.
Aye! 
You cannot concentrate any more...

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot *an Orc*:Hurt>
You start to concentrate...
Borlan the man sends *Sauros the Orc* sprawling with a powerful bash.

cast 'colour' 2.orc
Khàin the dwarf joins Glyneth the swordswoman's fight.
Khàin the dwarf says 'Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd ai-mênu!'

Ethar has arrived from the east.
*an Orc* joins *Sauros the Orc*'s fight.
Borlan the man says 'Prepare to die, Snatch!'
*an Orc* crushes Borlan the man's left arm extremely hard and shatters it.

*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.
*a Man* has arrived from the east.
Kônn the dwarf yells 'A Man, and several Orcs are here at At a Caravanserai!'
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'A Man, and several Orcs are here at At a Caravanserai!'

*a Man* leaves north.

Lowyn utters the words 'eugszr zzur'
Lowyn strongly slashes *an Orc*'s body and tickles it.

Lowyn panics, and attempts to flee.
Lowyn leaves north.

*an Orc* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.
Galarin narrates 'do lookhu'
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* has arrived from the north.

Glyneth the swordswoman slashes *an Orc*'s left arm hard.

Ethar begins some strange incantations...
Ok.
You spray *an Orc* with many-coloured rays of bright light.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>flee
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* leaves north.
A pack horse leaves north.
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
You start to concentrate...
Khàin the dwarf barely pierces *an Orc*'s left foot and tickles it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
Aráldalë has arrived from the north.
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* leaves north.
*an Orc* sends you sprawling with a powerful bash.
Aye! 
You cannot concentrate any more...

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
Kônn the dwarf barely cleaves *Sauros the Orc*'s left leg and tickles it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
Lowyn has arrived from the north.

flee
* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
*Lookhu the Orc* seems to have recovered his senses.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
*Lookhu the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Lookhu the Orc* leaves north.

s
* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
Borlan the man says 'It was your last mistake Snatch! I will remember you!'
*an Orc* sends Borlan the man sprawling with a powerful bash.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
*Sauros the Orc* seems to have recovered his senses.
*Sauros the Orc* smites Borlan the man's right leg extremely hard and shatters it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.
*Lookhu the Orc* has arrived from the north.
*a Man* has arrived from the north.
*an Orc* has arrived from the north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
*Sauros the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Sauros the Orc* leaves east.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
*a Man* leaves north.
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* leaves east.
Kônn the dwarf barely cleaves *an Orc*'s left leg and tickles it.
*an Orc* pounds your body very hard.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
Glyneth the swordswoman joins Kônn the dwarf's fight.
Glyneth the swordswoman slashes *an Orc*'s right hand hard.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
Galarin leaves north.
Glyneth the swordswoman says 'I will hunt you until you're dead, Nótt!'
Khàin the dwarf joins Kônn the dwarf's fight.
Khàin the dwarf says 'Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd ai-mênu!'
Khàin the dwarf barely pierces *an Orc*'s body and tickles it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* leaves east.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Lowyn begins some strange incantations...
*Lookhu the Orc* leaves north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Lowyn begins some strange incantations...
Glyneth the swordswoman says 'YOU! Tryksh! 
You will die before your time.'
Glyneth the swordswoman approaches *an Orc*, trying to slash him.

flee
* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* leaves east.
Galarin has arrived from the north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Lowyn panics, and attempts to flee.
Lowyn leaves east.
*an Orc* has arrived from the east.
*an Orc* has arrived from the east.
Kônn the dwarf yells 'Some Orcs are here at At a Caravanserai!'
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'Some Orcs are here at At a Caravanserai!'
Khàin the dwarf approaches *an Orc*, trying to pierce her.

s
Your head stops stinging.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
You flee head over heels.
An Antechamber
*Sauros the Orc* is standing here.
*an Orc* is standing here.
Lowyn the Woman is standing here.
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
You flee head over heels.
At a Caravanserai
There are two dark coloured flasks here.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
A tall woman in riding leathers is here.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
Khàin the dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is standing here.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Khàin the dwarf.
*an Orc* is standing here.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Alas, you cannot go that way...

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>e
You flee head over heels.
An Antechamber
*Sauros the Orc* is standing here.
*an Orc* is standing here.
Lowyn the Woman is standing here.
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>Lowyn leaves west.
The pinedoor seems to be closed.
open pinedoor

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Galarin has arrived from the west.
Glyneth the swordswoman has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Alas, you cannot go that way...
Glyneth the swordswoman tries to slash *Sauros the Orc*, but he parries successfully.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>That's impossible, I'm afraid.
Glyneth the swordswoman says 'I will hunt you until you're dead, Sauros!'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Ethar begins some strange incantations...
*Sauros the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Sauros the Orc* leaves west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Galarin leaves west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>look

*a Man* has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>exits
An Antechamber
*an Orc* is standing here.
A tall woman in riding leathers is here.
*a Man* is standing here.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>*an Orc* leaves west.
South - A closed 'pinedoor'
West  - At a Caravanserai

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Galarin narrates 'plan?'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Aráldalë has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
*a Man* leaves west.
Kônn the dwarf yells 'A Man, and some Orcs are here at At a Caravanserai!'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Galarin has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
*an Orc* has arrived from the west.
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'An Orc is here at An Antechamber!'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Ethar begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Galarin leaves west.
*Sauros the Orc* has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Glyneth the swordswoman lightly slashes *an Orc*'s left foot and tickles it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Aráldalë leaves west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Vella narrates 'what is simbelmyne used for?'
Lowyn has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>+++++ Target Orc +++++

Aráldalë has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
*a Man* has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...
Lowyn begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>cast 'colour' *orc*

*a Man* leaves west.
Aráldalë leaves west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
You start to concentrate...
*an Orc* smites Glyneth the swordswoman's left arm extremely hard.

kill *orc*
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
Your victim has disappeared!
*an Orc* leaves west.
Lowyn leaves west.
Galarin has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>kill *orc*
* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *Sauros the Orc*:Wounded>
You try to slash *Sauros the Orc*, but he parries successfully.
Glyneth the swordswoman leaves west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *Sauros the Orc*:Wounded>
*Sauros the Orc* smites your body and tickles it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *Sauros the Orc*:Wounded>
*Lookhu the Orc* has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *Sauros the Orc*:Wounded>
*Lookhu the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Lookhu the Orc* leaves west.
Galarin leaves west.
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'Some Orcs are here at At a Caravanserai!'
Kônn the dwarf yells 'Some Orcs are here at At a Caravanserai!'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *Sauros the Orc*:Wounded>
*an Orc* has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *Sauros the Orc*:Wounded>*Sauros the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
You're already fighting!

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *Sauros the Orc*:Wounded>
*Sauros the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *Sauros the Orc*:Wounded>look

*Sauros the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Sauros the Orc* leaves west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>*an Orc* smites your right arm extremely hard and shatters it.
An Antechamber
*an Orc* is here, fighting YOU.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>flee

Glyneth the swordswoman has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Wounded>
You flee head over heels.
At a Caravanserai
There are two dark coloured flasks here.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
Borlan the man is here, fighting *Sauros the Orc*.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is standing here.
Lowyn the Woman is standing here trying to concentrate.
*Sauros the Orc* is here, fighting Borlan the man.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Lowyn utters the words 'eugszr zzur'
Lowyn cries 'Elbereth Gilthoniel' and makes *Sauros the Orc* shiver in pain.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Lowyn leaves north.
A horse of the Rohirrim leaves north.
*Sauros the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Sauros the Orc* leaves east.
Galarin has arrived from the north.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
*an Orc* has arrived from the east.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>e

*an Orc* approaches Aráldalë, trying to smite him.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>An Antechamber
A tall woman in riding leathers is here.
*Sauros the Orc* is standing here.
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Ethar narrates 'BLOCK ARWAY'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>+++++ Earthquake +++++

Glyneth the swordswoman leaves west.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>look

*Sauros the Orc* leaves west.
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'An Orc is here at At a Caravanserai!'
Kônn the dwarf yells 'An Orc is here at At a Caravanserai!'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>An Antechamber

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
*Sauros the Orc* has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>w
At a Caravanserai
On the ground, there are two dark coloured flasks.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here.
Lowyn the Woman is standing here.
A tall woman in riding leathers is here.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
*a Man* is standing here.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>e
An Antechamber
*Sauros the Orc* is standing here.
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>w

*Sauros the Orc* leaves west.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>Ethar narrates 'BLOCK ARCHWAY'
At a Caravanserai
There are two dark coloured flasks here.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
*Sauros the Orc* is standing here.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>
Galarin leaves east.
Aráldalë has arrived from the north.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>
*Sauros the Orc* leaves east.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'A Man, and an Orc are here at A Musty Old Room!'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>+++++ Colour Spray +++++

Aráldalë leaves north.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>e

Lowyn has arrived from the north.
A horse of the Rohirrim has arrived from the north.
Your blood freezes as you hear a death cry.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>cast 'colour' *orc*
An Antechamber
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>Nobody here by that name.
As Galarin greedily kneels down towards the corpse, the icy grasp of a shadow stops him!

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>
Galarin leaves west.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>
Kônn the dwarf yells 'An Orc is here at At a Caravanserai!'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>
A shadow whispers 'I won't allow the looting of my fallen body!'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>exam corpse
corpse (here) : 
a pile of coins
a leather backpack
a butcher knife (brand new)
a large skin
a crude orkish horn
a sable pouch
a fragrant-smelling bag
a studded leather belt
a halberd (brand new)
a keyring with some sets of lock picks
a leather backpack
a forest green cloak (worn out)
a metal buckler (brand new)
a heavy pair of vambraces (brand new)
a pair of metal gauntlets (brand new)
a thick pair of metal boots (brand new)
a heavy pair of greaves (brand new)
a great helm (brand new)
a thick metal breastplate (brand new)
a spiked collar (brand new)
a spiked collar (brand new)
a ring
a cave-bear fur (brand new)

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>
*an Orc* has arrived from the west.
Lowyn has arrived from the west.
A horse of the Rohirrim has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>cast 'colour' *orc*

Lowyn leaves west.
A horse of the Rohirrim leaves west.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Hot>
You start to concentrate...

*Lookhu the Orc* has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Bad>
Ok.
You spray *an Orc* with many-coloured rays of bright light.
You barely slash *an Orc*'s body and tickle it.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Bad>flee

Lowyn narrates 'it is'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm *an Orc*:Bad>
You flee head over heels.
At a Caravanserai
There are two dark coloured flasks here.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is standing here.
Lowyn the Woman is standing here.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
A tall woman in riding leathers is here.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Lowyn leaves east.
A horse of the Rohirrim leaves east.
Aráldalë leaves east.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>e

Galarin leaves east.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>cast 'colour' *orc*
An Antechamber
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Lowyn.
*Lookhu the Orc* is standing here trying to concentrate.
Lowyn the Woman is here, fighting *an Orc*.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is standing here.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
You cannot attack and flee at the same time.
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* leaves west.
Ethar narrates 'rockkin'
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'An Orc is here at At a Caravanserai!'
Kônn the dwarf yells 'An Orc is here at At a Caravanserai!'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>cast 'colour' *orc*

Lowyn begins some strange incantations...
Galarin tries to pound *Lookhu the Orc*, but he parries successfully.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Ethar begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
You start to concentrate...

Aráldalë utters the words 'diesilla barh'
*Lookhu the Orc* staggers back as the lightning bolt sent by Aráldalë hits him.

Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...
*Lookhu the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Lookhu the Orc* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.

Lowyn utters the words 'eugszr zzur'
Lowyn cries 'Elbereth Gilthoniel' and makes *Lookhu the Orc* shiver in pain.
*Lookhu the Orc* is incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.

Lowyn leaves west.
A horse of the Rohirrim leaves west.

Alas! There was no clear line of sight to him!

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Ethar utters the words 'colour spray'
As Ethar completes his incantations, *Lookhu the Orc*'s body is ripped apart by rays of light.
You feel more experienced.
Yes! 
You're beginning to get the idea.
Your blood freezes as you hear *Lookhu the Orc*'s death cry.
*Lookhu the Orc* has drawn his last breath! R.I.P.
A shadow slowly rises above the corpse of *Lookhu the Orc*.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Lowyn has arrived from the west.
A horse of the Rohirrim has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>kill *orc*

As Galarin greedily kneels down towards the corpse, the icy grasp of a shadow stops him!

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>Galarin leaves west.
They aren't here.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>look

As Lowyn greedily kneels down towards the corpse, the icy grasp of a shadow stops her!
A shadow whispers 'I won't allow the looting of my fallen body!'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Lowyn leaves west.
A horse of the Rohirrim leaves west.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>An Antechamber
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is standing here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
As Aráldalë greedily kneels down towards the corpse, the icy grasp of a shadow stops him!
A shadow whispers 'I won't allow the looting of my fallen body!'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>w
At a Caravanserai
On the ground, there are two dark coloured flasks.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Aráldalë has arrived from the east.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Galarin has arrived from the north.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>n
s

Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'A Man is here at A Musty Old Room!'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>A Musty Old Room
The corpse of a hungry warg is lying here.
The corpse of a hungry warg is lying here.
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
A tall woman in riding leathers is here.
*a Man* is standing here.
Exits: East South.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>At a Caravanserai
On the ground, there are two dark coloured flasks.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is standing here.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
Exits: North East.
Aráldalë leaves north.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Aráldalë has arrived from the north.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>+++++ Target Man +++++

*an Orc* has arrived from the north.
Kônn the dwarf yells 'An Orc is here at At a Caravanserai!'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Aráldalë leaves north.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>
Galarin narrates 'they n e s'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>kill *man*

Khàin the dwarf says 'YOU! Nótt! 
You will die before your time.'
Khàin the dwarf barely pierces *an Orc*'s left leg and tickles it.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>kill *man*

*an Orc* pounds Khàin the dwarf's left foot extremely hard and shatters it.

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>Landross narrates 'whatare you talking about archways'
Galarin pounds *an Orc*'s right arm extremely hard and shatters it.
They aren't here.

*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* leaves east.
Eärendil narrates 'anyone out there use CS or CS2 MUD clienT?'

Aráldalë narrates 'bn'

* W C HP:Wounded Mana:Warm>They aren't here.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Galarin leaves east.
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'Some Black Númenóreans, and some Orcs are here at A Dusty Hallway!'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>e
kill *man*
Lowyn has arrived from the north.
They aren't here.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
*an Orc* has arrived from the east.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>An Antechamber
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>They aren't here.
Lowyn has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>kill *man*
kill *man*
Galarin leaves west.
They aren't here.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>They aren't here.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Lowyn leaves west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>w
kill *man*
At a Caravanserai
There are two dark coloured flasks here.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
Khàin the dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
Kônn the dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Kônn the dwarf.
Galarin the Noldo is here, fighting *an Orc*.
Ethar the Man is standing here trying to concentrate.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is standing here.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>They aren't here.
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* leaves north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Galarin leaves north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>n
s
A Musty Old Room
The corpse of a hungry warg is lying here.
The corpse of a hungry warg is lying here.
The corpse of a pack horse is lying here.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Ethar.
*Naomi the Black Númenórean* is standing here trying to concentrate.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*a Man* is here, fighting Galarin.
Galarin the Noldo is here, fighting *a Man*.
Ethar the Man is here, fighting *an Orc*.
Exits: East South.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>At a Caravanserai
On the ground, there are two dark coloured flasks.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is standing here.
Exits: North East.
Borlan the man scratches his head and grins.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
*a Man* has arrived from the north.
Kônn the dwarf yells 'A Man is here at At a Caravanserai!'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
*an Orc* has arrived from the north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* leaves east.
Aráldalë bleeds from open wounds.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>kill *man*

*an Orc* has arrived from the east.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
*a Man* leaves east.
Ethar narrates 'not'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>kill *man*

*an Orc* leaves north.
Aráldalë leaves east.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>They aren't here.
Galarin has arrived from the north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>kill *man*
They aren't here.
Lowyn has arrived from the north.
A horse of the Rohirrim has arrived from the north.
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'An Orc is here at A Dusty Hallway!'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
Lowyn leaves east.
A horse of the Rohirrim leaves east.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>They aren't here.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
Aráldalë has arrived from the east.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
Galarin leaves north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
Ethar narrates 'nott bad'
*a Man* has arrived from the east.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
*a Man* leaves north.

*an Orc* has arrived from the north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>kill *man*
*an Orc* leaves east.
89/195 hit, 59/127 mana, and 103/114 moves.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
Aráldalë narrates '40 hps'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>kill *man*
They aren't here.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>They aren't here.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>e

Aráldalë leaves east.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>An Antechamber
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
Lowyn the Woman is standing here trying to concentrate.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
*an Orc* is standing here.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is standing here.
Exits: [South] West.
Aráldalë leaves west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
Lowyn utters the words 'eugszr zzur'
Lowyn cries 'Elbereth Gilthoniel' and makes *an Orc* shiver in pain.
*an Orc* is incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.
Lowyn slashes *an Orc*'s right hand extremely hard and shatters it.
You feel more experienced.
Congratulations! This is the first time you've killed it!
Your blood freezes as you hear *an Orc*'s death cry.
*an Orc* has drawn her last breath! R.I.P.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
Aráldalë has arrived from the west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
Aráldalë leaves west.
Lowyn narrates 'nott dies'
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'A Man is here at A Musty Old Room!'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>w

Lowyn leaves west.
A horse of the Rohirrim leaves west.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>Aráldalë has arrived from the west.
At a Caravanserai
On the ground, there are two dark coloured flasks.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Lowyn the Woman is standing here.
A great dark-grey horse stamps restively.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>e

*a Man* has arrived from the north.
Kônn the dwarf yells 'A Man is here at At a Caravanserai!'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>
Lowyn leaves north.
A horse of the Rohirrim leaves north.
*a Man* leaves east.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>An Antechamber
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
Aráldalë the Half-Elf is standing here.
*a Man* is standing here.
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Hot>cast 'cure serious'
You start to concentrate...

Aráldalë swiftly dodges *a Man*'s attempt to hit him.

kill *man*
kill *man*
Kaldais narrates 'calp'

Aráldalë begins some strange incantations...
You begin to see scars fade away and a feeling of health comes over you.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Lowyn has arrived from the west.
A horse of the Rohirrim has arrived from the west.
Alas! 
You failed to reach him through the melee.

kill *man*
* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
*a Man* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.

kill *man*
* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
*a Man* swiftly dodges Lowyn's attempt to slash him.

Aráldalë utters the words 'mosailla paieg'
Aráldalë burns *a Man*.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>w
* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *a Man*:Bad Aráldalë:Bad>
*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
*a Man* swiftly dodges your attempt to slash him.

kill *man*
* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *a Man*:Bad Aráldalë:Bad>
*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *a Man*:Bad Aráldalë:Bad>
*a Man* barely hits Aráldalë's body and tickles it.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *a Man*:Bad Aráldalë:Bad>
Galarin narrates 'heal me'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *a Man*:Bad Aráldalë:Bad>
Lowyn sighs loudly.
*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
*a Man* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *a Man*:Bad Aráldalë:Bad>kill *man*
You're already fighting!
*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm *a Man*:Bad Aráldalë:Bad>
You're already fighting!
*a Man* panics, and attempts to flee.
*a Man* leaves west.
Kônn the dwarf yells 'A Man is here at At a Caravanserai!'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>At a Caravanserai
On the ground, there are two dark coloured flasks.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Ethar the Man is standing here.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here trying to concentrate.
*a Man* is standing here.
Exits: North East.
*a Man* leaves north.
Glyneth the swordswoman yells 'A Man is here at A Musty Old Room!'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>Aráldalë has arrived from the east.
They aren't here.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>kill *man*
They aren't here.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Galarin utters the words 'judicandus dies'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>They aren't here.
Galarin begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Lowyn has arrived from the east.
A horse of the Rohirrim has arrived from the east.
Aráldalë leaves north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Ethar leaves north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>e
An Antechamber
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
Exits: [South] West.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>
Lom narrates 'what is an infusion of herbs for?'

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>w
cast 'colour' *man*
At a Caravanserai
There are two dark coloured flasks here.
A large stone fireplace with a roaring fire warms the room.
A hooded brass lantern has been left here.
A large skin is lying here.
A key shaped as a skull is lying here.
There is a water skin lying on the ground.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
A large, weather-beaten man is here.
A wizened dwarf is busy at work.
A sturdy old dwarf wonders if you want something.
A young dwarf is here, attempting to look tough.
A large warhorse is standing here, clad in mail.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Galarin the Noldo is standing here.
Exits: North East.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>Nobody here by that name.
Galarin leaves north.

* W C HP:Hurt Mana:Warm>+++++ Target Man +++++
n
s
Lowyn narrates 'all die'