thank god Mr. *elf* if i could give u a big hug rl i would!
Move:Fainting>ma
Map of Nearby Zones
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| ****:*~ ::? |
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o Move:Fainting>rest
You sit down and rest your tired bones.
o Move:Weak>sc
514/514 hit, and 5/119 moves.
o Move:Weak>ti
Saving Splooge.
o Move:Weak>According to the Dúnadan calendar, it is:
6am on Hevensday, the 19th of Astron, Year 2891 of the Third Age.
^^-One tic till day
You don't feel well outside.
It should be the end of the night soon.
Real time is Fri Jul 6 22:09:03 2001 GMT.
Last reboot after manual shutdown at Sun Jul 1 19:19:55 2001 GMT
o Move:Weak>sc
*an Elf* has arrived from the west riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
* Move:Weak>t
514/514 hit, and 7/119 moves.
* Move:Weak>
*an Elf* leaves east riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
o Move:Weak>ke
stand
You stop resting, and stand up.
o Move:Weak>kil *elf*
They aren't here.
o Move:Weak>e
A Path by the River
*an Elf* is here, riding a horse of the Rohirrim (shrouded).
Exits: ^East^ ^South^ ^West^.
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
* Move:Weak>ke
* Move:Weak *an Elf*:Healthy>
kil *elf*
*an Elf* swiftly dodges your attempt to hit him.
* Move:Weak *an Elf*:Healthy>bash
*an Elf* utters the word 'yufzbarr'
*an Elf*'s fireball completely envelops you, causing infernal pain.
* HP:Fine Move:Weak *an Elf*:Healthy>*an Elf* begins some strange incantations..
.
Your bash at *an Elf* sends him sprawling.
* HP:Fine Move:Weak *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* seems to have recovered his senses.
*an Elf* pierces your right leg very hard and tickles it.
* HP:Fine Move:Weak *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
* HP:Fine Move:Weak *an Elf*:Fine>bash
*an Elf* utters the word 'yufzbarr'
*an Elf*'s fireball completely envelops you, causing infernal pain.
*an Elf* says 'its day soon, get an you muron' <<-hehe wish i could
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
As *an Elf* avoids your bash, you topple over and fall to the ground.
You fall to the ground.
* HP:Hurt Move:Weak *an Elf*:Fine>t
f
w
w
stand
You stop resting, and stand up.
* HP:Hurt Move:Weak *an Elf*:Fine>w
You flee head over heels.
A Path by the River
Exits: ^East^ ^West^.
o HP:Hurt Move:Fainting>Base of a Cliff
Exits: ^East^ ^West^.
The snow has stopped.
o HP:Hurt Move:Fainting>Base of a Cliff
Exits: ^East^ ^West^.
o HP:Hurt Move:Exhausted>
You are too exhausted.
o HP:Hurt Move:Exhausted>
*an Elf* has arrived from the east riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
* HP:Hurt Move:Exhausted>
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
* HP:Hurt Move:Exhausted>ke
*an Elf* utters the word 'yufzbarr'
*an Elf*'s fireball completely envelops you, causing infernal pain.
*an Elf* pierces your right leg hard and tickles it.
* HP:Hurt Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>kil *elf*
You're already fighting!
* HP:Hurt Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Healthy>
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
* HP:Hurt Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Healthy>bash
You hit *an Elf*'s left arm hard.
* HP:Hurt Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>*an Elf* lightly pierces your head and tic
kles it.
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
As *an Elf* avoids your bash, you topple over and fall to the ground.
You fall to the ground.
* HP:Hurt Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>t
stand
You stop resting, and stand up.
* HP:Hurt Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* utters the word 'yufzbarr'
*an Elf*'s fireball completely envelops you, causing infernal pain.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>emote mumbles_ shit
Ok.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
You strongly hit *an Elf*'s right hand.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>ti
*an Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Elf* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
According to the Dúnadan calendar, it is:
6am on Hevensday, the 19th of Astron, Year 2891 of the Third Age.
You don't feel well outside.
It should be the end of the night soon.
Real time is Fri Jul 6 22:09:49 2001 GMT.
Last reboot after manual shutdown at Sun Jul 1 19:19:55 2001 GMT
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* says 'dont sundie PLEASE' <--(no shit)
*an Elf* lightly pierces your right leg and tickles it.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>ber
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
cha moo ber
Ok.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Elf* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
You hit *an Elf*'s right arm very hard.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Elf* leaves west riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
o HP:Wounded Move:Fainting>w
ke
Base of a Cliff
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Elf* is here, riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
Exits: ^East^ ^South^.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
kil *elf*
You try to hit *an Elf*, but he parries successfully.
A hungry warg leaves south.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* pierces your left arm hard.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* panics, and attempts to flee.
* HP:Wounded Move:Fainting *an Elf*:Fine>ti
help astron
chmag
ye okie freeze
ye wtf
<<Session Disconnected>>
splooge
<<Session Disconnected>>
*** 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.
If you have never played MUME before, type NEW to create a new character,
or ? for help. Otherwise, type your account or character name.
By what name do you wish to be known? splooge
Account pass phrase:PASSWORD
Reconnecting.
* HP:Wounded Move:Tired>sc
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
* HP:Wounded Move:Tired>l
218/514 hit, and 31/119 moves.
* HP:Wounded Move:Tired>Base of a Cliff
*an Elf* is here trying to concentrate, riding a horse of the Rohirrim.
*an Elf* is here, riding a pack horse (shrouded).
* HP:Wounded Move:Tired>ti
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
*an Elf* utters the word 'yufzbarr'
*an Elf*'s fireball completely envelops you, causing infernal pain.
*an Elf* pierces your body and tickles it.
* HP:Wounded Move:Tired *an Elf*:Healthy>According to the Dúnadan calendar, it is:
8am on Hevensday, the 19th of Astron, Year 2891 of the Third Age.
^^-ACK day and then some
You don't feel well outside.
According to the sun, it is early in the morning.
You can see a Quarter Moon (waning) in the southern part of the sky.
Real time is Fri Jul 6 22:14:20 2001 GMT.
Last reboot after manual shutdown at Sun Jul 1 19:19:55 2001 GMT
* HP:Wounded Move:Tired *an Elf*:Healthy>
You strongly hit *an Elf*'s left arm.
The sun burns you!
You slowly turn into stone. <<--i didn't die
* HP:Bad Move:Tired *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
* HP:Bad Move:Tired *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* utters the word 'yufzbarr'
*an Elf*'s fireball completely envelops you, causing infernal pain.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
* HP:Awful Move:Tired *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* begins some strange incantations...
* HP:Awful Move:Tired *an Elf*:Fine>
*an Elf* utters the word 'yufzbarr'
*an Elf* throws a fireball at you, death is immediate.
You are dead! Sorry... <<-i got ded
o HP:Awful Move:Tired>sc
13/514 hit, and 41/119 moves.
o HP:Awful Move:Tired>stat
OB: 85%, DB: -40%, PB: 68%, Armour: 0%. Wimpy: 0. Mood: wimpy.
Needed: 224,042 xp, 0 tp. Gold: 0. Alert: normal.
Never been so happy to get pked in all my life
thank ye thank ye thank ye Mr. *elf*