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Trail at a Cave
A small campfire burns here, its low flames giving off only a little light.
A sign wrought from black metal, inscribed with blood-red letters stands here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
*an Elf* is here, riding a pack horse (Linkless) (Glowing).
A sturdy trained horse is standing here.
Exits: North East West.

Your default tongue is the Orkish
*an Elf* has reconnected.  (Well im a low level so i better flee into crack)
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Draaz yells 'comf'
Alas, you cannot go that way...

*>
Alas, you cannot go that way...

*>n
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*Grunganator the Dwarf* yells 'hehehe'

*>Dark Dry Cave
Exits: North South.

*>Behind the Crack
A cup has been set here.
A small campfire burns here, its low flames giving off only a little light.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The corpse of *an Orc* is lying here.
The corpse of the elite orc-guard is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Gabriel the Harfoot Hobbit* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*a Dwarf* is standing here tending wounds.
*Elle the Sindarin Elf* is standing here.
*Grunganator the Dwarf* is standing here.
*an Elf* is standing here.
Exits: South Down.
*Elle the Sindarin Elf* leaves south.
(not a good idea)
*>n
Alas, you cannot go that way...

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*Gabriel the Harfoot Hobbit* pierces your body extremely hard and shatters it.
That really HURT!

* HP:Hurt *Gabriel the Harfoot Hobbit*:Hurt>
Draaz narrates 'genesis rip'
*Elle the Sindarin Elf* has arrived from the south.
*Grunganator the Dwarf* cleaves your right hand extremely hard and shatters
it.

You are dead! Sorry...

Alas, you realize that yet again the mighty knowledge of drowned Númenor has
been lost... Despair settles on you.

* HP:Awful>l
The Hidden Island
A large bulletin board is mounted on a wall here.