*>w
The Hidden Island
A large bulletin board is mounted on a wall here.
Exits: East.

*>pray
You kneel down and worship the Dark Lord.

*>
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...

*>
The pain stops, your vision clears and you realize that you are elsewhere.
It is pitch black...
You are in a forest. 

o>look
It is pitch black...
You are in a forest. 

o>exit
You grope around for exits:
North - 
You can't distinguish a lot of details.
East  - 
You can't distinguish a lot of details.
South - 
You can't distinguish a lot of details.
West  - 
You can't distinguish a lot of details.

o>look

*a Half-Elf* has arrived from the south riding a pack horse.

*>A Pine Forest
*Alatar the Human* is standing here, riding on the trained horse.
*a Half-Elf* is standing here, riding on a pack horse.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here, ridden by *a Half-Elf*.

*>
The bluish glow on *Alatar the Human*'s broadsword fades entirely.

*>
*a Half-Elf* begins some strange incantations...

*>
*Alatar the Human* begins some strange incantations...

*>flee

*a Half-Elf* utters the words, 'qahijf gsfal'

You are dead! Sorry...


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

* HP:Awful>quit
Goodbye, friend.. Come back soon!