o S C>Cave
You are in a cave littered with animal and human remains. There appears to
be little distinction between race or species among the littered bones and
garbage. It appears the trolls that live in these tunnels will feast upon
anything. A steep chute leads down further into the darkness, from where
guttural sounds can be heard.
A forest-green cloak lies here, cleverly camouflaged in this environment.
A brown, shaggy cave-bear fur is lying here.
A chopping-cleaver, as favoured by butchers, is lying unused.
The corpse of a vicious olog-hai is lying here.
The corpse of an olog-hai troll is lying here.
A pair of thin vambraces are lying here.
A metal shield is on the ground.
A piece of meat, still bloody, is lying here.
A piece of meat, still bloody, is lying here.
A piece of meat, still bloody, is lying here.
A half-decayed corpse of a goblin lies rotting on the ground.
A half-rotten corpse is hanging here.
A mailbox stands here stuffed full of messages.
The great warlord Lothar stands here forever frozen in time.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*an Orc*, wielding a sacrificial knife, is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*a Troll* is standing here.
*a Woman*, wielding a dark broadsword, is standing here (linkless).
*a Troll*, wielding an ornate, steel-shafted warhammer, is standing here.
*a Troll* is resting here.
Exits: south, [up], down.


* S C>- back *woman*
You begin to move silently to the back of your victim...

\ | / - \ | / - \ | / - \ | / - \ | / *a Woman* makes a strange sound, as you place a dagger in her back.
You swiftly dodge *a Woman*'s attempt to slash you.

* S C *a Woman*:Fine>
*a Woman* panics, and attempts to flee.
*a Woman* leaves south.

* S C>
You flee head over heels.
Rough Passageway
The walls of the passageway are much rougher here than farther south. It
seems as if the packed earth leads into a rock to the north. This appears
to be a crest in the passage - both north and south it begins to fall. The
ceiling is low as well - the trolls that evidently inhabit this place surely
must find it uncomfortable. There is a predominant stench in the air, making
breathing very difficult.
*a Woman*, wielding a dark broadsword, is standing here (linkless).

Exits: north, south.

* S C>| back *woman*
You begin to move silently to the back of your victim...

/ - \ *a Troll* yells 'lol'

| / - \ | / - \ | / - \ *a Troll* yells 'LOL'

| / - \ Oops, you were seen!
You swiftly dodge *a Woman*'s attempt to slash you.
Your attempt to pierce *a Woman* fails.

* S C *a Woman*:Fine>
*a Troll* yells 'HE LINKLESS'

* S C *a Woman*:Fine>
*a Woman* panics, and attempts to flee.

o S C>
*a Troll* yells 'YOU JUCK'

o S C>
Someone strongly pierces your right hand.
You try to pierce Someone, but he parries successfully.

o S C HP:Fine Someone:Healthy>
Your opponent won't stop this fight just like that.

o S C HP:Fine Someone:Healthy>
You swiftly dodge Someone's attempt to pierce you.

o S C HP:Fine Someone:Healthy>
Ok.
Someone swiftly dodges your attempt to pierce him.

o S C HP:Fine Someone:Healthy>
Someone pounds your left arm extremely hard and shatters it.
You feel a strong ache there!
That really HURT!

o S C HP:Wounded Someone:Healthy>
Someone pierces your right foot hard and shatters it.

o S C HP:Wounded Someone:Healthy>
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!

o S C HP:Wounded Someone:Healthy>No way! 
You are fighting for your life!

o S C HP:Wounded Someone:Healthy>
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!

o S C HP:Wounded Someone:Healthy>
Someone hits your right hand extremely hard and shatters it.
You feel a strong ache there!

You are dead! Sorry...