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

* HP:Fine>
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:Fine>
The pain stops, your vision clears and you realize that you are elsewhere.
It is pitch black...
You are on a road.

o HP:Fine>m
           Map of Nearby Zones
      -----------------------------
     |B:::~:::::=:~***~R:*         |
     |:              ?^            |
     |:              ?:            |
     |:              ~^            |
     |               *             |
     |               ~             |
     |               ^             |
     |:             X^^^    ?      |
     |*~:          *^MM^? ???*    N|
     |  ::%::    ~~~   ^:*:::*     |
     |   T%::::::~:                |
     |          ::                 |
     |          ::                 |
     |          *                  |
     |          :^                 |
      -----------------------------

o HP:Fine>
Someone has arrived from the north riding a warhorse.

* HP:Fine>
Someone leaves east riding Something.

o HP:Fine>ll

Someone has arrived from the east riding a warhorse.

* HP:Fine>light lantern
Ok.

* HP:Fine>e
w
Secret Path
This area of the mountains seems devoid of life. cold dead rock lies all
around. A narrow path leading north and east has been stomped into the
ground. High thornbushes to the sides of the trail keep the path hidden
from outside view. Faint sounds of activity trails in from the south.
Exits: North =East= South =West=.
You begin to see some clouds.

* HP:Fine>
Valka tells you 'in zone two west, one south of Moria'

* HP:Fine>A Secret Mountain Path
Hidden from view by the surrounding peaks, this trail can only be detected
from within or above.  Although this place seems to be unknown by its careful
placement in the mountains, the path seems well worn, though the ground shows
no obvious sign of foot or hoof or wheel rut.
A warhorse is standing here.
Exits: North =East= =South= West.
The clouds begin to disappear.
The ground no longer feels frosty.

* HP:Fine>
Someone utters the words 'diesilla barh'
You're killed by the lightning bolt sent by *a Man*.

You are dead! Sorry...


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


Virtually an insta death! :(