* HP:Fine Move:Tired a swarm of blow-flies:Dying>
You pierce a swarm of blow-flies' body extremely hard and shatter it.
You receive your share of experience.
Congratulations! This is the first time you've killed it!
A swarm of blow-flies is dead! R.I.P.
* HP:Fine Move:Tired>sc
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30/32 hit, 117/117 mana, and 34/114 moves.
*a Dwarf* has arrived from the west.
*a Dwarf* has arrived from the west.
A mountain mule has arrived from the west.
*a powerful Man* has arrived from the west riding a trained horse.
*an Elf* has arrived from the west.
* HP:Fine Move:Tired>Old East Road
The corpse of a swarm of blow-flies is lying here.
*a Dwarf* is standing here.
*a Dwarf* is standing here.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
*a powerful Man* is here, riding a trained horse.
*an Elf* is standing here.
* HP:Fine Move:Tired>
*a Dwarf* leaves east.
*a Dwarf* leaves east.
A mountain mule leaves east.
*a powerful Man* leaves east riding a trained horse.
*an Elf* leaves east.
* HP:Fine Move:Tired>
Shrouds of dark clouds roll in above you, blotting out the skies.
* HP:Fine Move:Tired>e
Old East Road
*a Dwarf* is standing here.
*a Dwarf* is standing here.
A stocky mountain mule is here, waiting to serve.
*a powerful Man* is here, riding a trained horse.
*an Elf* is standing here.
Exits: North =East= South =West=.
* HP:Fine Move:Tired>
*a Dwarf* says 'he lowbie, go'
* HP:Fine Move:Tired>sa die pukes:)
[emo whispers: die pukes:)]
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*a Dwarf* smites your right leg extremely hard and shatters it.
You are dead! Sorry...
Alas, you realize that yet again the mighty knowledge of drowned Nsmenor has
been lost... Despair settles on you.
* HP:Awful Move:Tired>
Ok.
Your heart feels lighter.
* HP:Awful Mana:Burning Move:Tired>Nah...
You feel too relaxed to do that..
* HP:Awful Mana:Burning Move:Tired>
Saving Exibiche.
* HP:Awful Mana:Burning Move:Tired>sl
You go to sleep.
* HP:Awful Mana:Burning Move:Tired>inf
You are a male Black Nsmenórean.
You are 41 years old. It's your birthday today!
You have played no time (real time).
This ranks you as Exibiche the Black Nsmenórean Apprentice (level 1).
You are six feet tall and weigh thirteen stone and four pounds.
Perception: vision 40, hearing -40, smell -75. Alertness: normal.
You are totally corrupted by the Evilness of Morgoth!
Your equipment weighs nothing. Peanuts.
Your base abilities are: Str:11 Int:18 Wis:16 Dex:14 Con:14 Wil:13 Per:16.
Offensive Bonus: 4%, Dodging Bonus: -58%, Parrying Bonus: 0%.
You are not wearing any armour.
You have 4/32 hit, 108/117 mana, and 56/114 movemen
Your mood is wimpy.
You will fight to the death.
You have scored 94 experience points and you have 0 travel points.
You are not known for any acts of war.
You need 431 exp. points and 0 travel points to reach the next level.
You have 0 copper.
You are speaking Morbeth.