To trap, or get trapped. That's the question.
I just came out of retirement, and afther having ripped yesterday, eager to get my rewenge
i went DT with some other guys for some orcs. Feriand did a very good job leading, and 
when Norsu and his group entered DT and backfired our trap, they gave an adrenaline trip i
wont forget for some time. Sorry so many nonames, but i had not played Meril in 5 months,
so he had only 2 wp. Se for yourself how we trap and get trapped...



* W S C>
Feriand begins some strange incantations...

* W S C>
Feriand utters the word 'safhar'
The exit up seems to blur for a while.
A shimmering wall of colours has appeared floating above the ground, giving only hints to the other side of it.

* W S C>
Ivor narrates 'how long does it take to train off something'

* W S C>l
Loudwater Plains
You see something strange up.
A large shrub grows here, filling the air with a heavy scent.
Feriand the Elf is standing here.
Vasilisa the Elf is standing here (Shrouded).
Folko the Hobbit is standing here.
Girion is standing here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
Tror the Dwarf is standing here.
Aiwa the Half-Elf is standing here.

* W S C>
Feriand leaves up.
Barracks
A beer barrel has been left here.
A scuffed and worn leather satchel has been left here.
A large sack is on the ground.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.

* W S C>
Feriand closes the strawmats.

* W S C>
*an Orc* opens the strawmats.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* has arrived from the east.
A hungry warg has arrived from the east.
*an Orc* leaves down.
A hungry warg leaves down.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* leaves down.
A hungry warg leaves down.
Feriand leaves east.
Dank Dungeon

* W S C>
Feriand closes the irontrap.

* W S C>kill *orc*

Feriand leaves west.
Barracks
A beer barrel has been left here.
A scuffed and worn leather satchel has been left here.
A large sack is on the ground.

* W S C>
Girion leaves down.

* W S C>Feriand leaves down.
You were not able to keep your concentration while moving.
Hewn Chamber
A small flask has been left here on the ground.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Gryluk the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Girion is standing here.
Tror the Dwarf is standing here.

* W S C>kill malock  ##### Stupid me didnt notice i still had target Malock###

*Gryluk the Orc* leaves up.
A hungry warg leaves up.
Aiwa tries to slash *an Orc*, but he parries successfully.

* W S C>Folko barely pierces *an Orc*'s left foot and tickles it.
Vasilisa begins some strange incantations...
They aren't here.

* W S C>
Feriand closes the irondoor.

* W S C>
Feriand locks the irondoor.
*an Orc* pounds Aiwa's right foot extremely hard and shatters it.

* W S C>kill *orc*

Girion pounds *an Orc*'s left arm hard and tickles it.

* W S C>They aren't here.
Feriand leaves up.
Barracks
A beer barrel has been left here.
A scuffed and worn leather satchel has been left here.
A large sack is on the ground.

* W S C>kill malock

Feriand leaves east.
Dank Dungeon
*Gryluk the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.

* W S C>Deppada narrates 'they are at fordable creek'
Valandur narrates 'west from where'
Vasilisa begins some strange incantations...
They aren't here.

* W S C>kill malock

Feriand begins some strange incantations...

* W S C>They aren't here.
*Gryluk the Orc* leaves south.
A hungry warg leaves south.

* W S C>kill malock
They aren't here.

* W S C>
Feriand utters the words 'braqt eaaf'
The exit north seems to blur for a while.

* W S C>kill malock
They aren't here.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* has arrived from the south.
A hungry warg has arrived from the south.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* leaves west.
A hungry warg leaves west.

* W S C>kill malock
They aren't here.

* W S C>kill malock
They aren't here.
Feriand says 'block irontrap'

* W S C>
Feriand says 'block irontrap'

* W S C>
Feriand says 'block irontrap'

* W S C>
Feriand leaves west.
Barracks
A beer barrel has been left here.
A scuffed and worn leather satchel has been left here.
A large sack is on the ground.

* W S C>
Feriand leaves down.
Hewn Chamber
A small flask has been left here on the ground.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Girion.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Girion is here, fighting *an Orc*.
Tror the Dwarf is here, fighting *an Orc*.
*Gryluk the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Aiwa the Half-Elf is standing here.
Folko the Hobbit is here, fighting *an Orc*.

* W S C>
Tror sends *an Orc* sprawling with a powerful bash.
Folko barely pierces *an Orc*'s body and tickles it.

* W S C>
Tror cleaves *an Orc*'s left foot extremely hard.

* W S C>kill *orc*			#ah, finally i see it....target is now *orc*#
* W S C>
Alas! 
You failed to reach him through the melee.

* W S C>
Feriand closes the trapdoor.

kill *orc*
* W S C>
Vasilisa begins some strange incantations...
Folko strongly pierces *an Orc*'s left leg and tickles it.

* W S C>kill *orc*

Feriand tries to pierce *Gryluk the Orc*, but he parries successfully.

* W S C>kill *orc*
* W S C *an Orc*:Hurt Girion:Fine>
You strongly slash *an Orc*'s body and tickle it.
Rémy narrates 'normally 5 or so hours for the first prac to decay'

* W S C *an Orc*:Hurt Girion:Fine>kill *orc*

Folko pierces *an Orc*'s body hard.

* W S C *an Orc*:Hurt Girion:Fine>kill *orc*
You're already fighting!
Girion pounds *an Orc*'s left arm extremely hard.

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded Girion:Fine>
You're already fighting!
Tror cleaves *an Orc*'s left foot extremely hard.

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded Girion:Fine>
You're already fighting!
Feriand barely pierces *Gryluk the Orc*'s head and tickles it.

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded Girion:Fine>bash
stand
You're already fighting!

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded Girion:Fine>
*Gryluk the Orc* unlocks the irondoor.
You lightly slash *an Orc*'s body and tickle it.

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded Girion:Fine>
Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny?

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded Girion:Fine>Do you not consider fighting as standing?

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded Girion:Fine>
Aiwa begins some strange incantations...

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded Girion:Fine>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* seems to have recovered his senses.
Folko strongly pierces *an Orc*'s right foot.
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded Girion:Fine>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
Feriand locks the irondoor.
Girion strongly pounds *an Orc*'s right arm.

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded Girion:Fine>kill *orc*

*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
Vasilisa utters the words 'braqt eaaf'

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded Girion:Fine>*an Orc* opens the trapdoor.
You're already fighting!

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded Girion:Fine>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* leaves up.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Gryluk the Orc* leaves up.
Folko closes the trapdoor.

* W S C>
Aiwa utters the words 'braqt eaaf'
The exit up seems to blur for a while.

* W S C>kill *orc*
They aren't here.

* W S C>kill *orc*
They aren't here.

* W S C>kill *orc*
They aren't here.

* W S C>
Feriand looks around slowly as if looking for something hidden in the room.

* W S C>kill *orc*

Girion says 'ARGH'

* W S C>Feriand unlocks the irondoor.
They aren't here.

* W S C>
Feriand opens the irondoor.

* W S C>kill *orc*

Feriand leaves north.
Carved Hall
A huge, smoking camp-fire is burning here.

* W S C>
Feriand closes the irondoor.

* W S C>
Girion says 'FUCK'
Feriand locks the irondoor.

* W S C>Feriand leaves west.
Quarters
A mailbox stands here stuffed full of messages.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of Rilhir the commander is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.

They aren't here.

* W S C>kill *orc*
Tror giggles.
They aren't here.

* W S C>
Ivor narrates '5 hours a prac!'

* W S C>
Feriand leaves north.
Escape Passage
Aiwa says 'mother fucker'

* W S C>
Feriand leaves up.					#here i get nice french freeze...Scary.#
A Road through the Grey Mountains

* W S C>
Feriand opens the door.
Tror says 'he wounded'

* W S C>
Feriand leaves north.
Dark Tower
A small campfire burns here, its low flames giving off only a little light.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
*Gryluk the Orc* is standing here.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.

* W S C>
Feriand closes the door.

* W S C>
Feriand locks the door.
Folko lightly pierces *Gryluk the Orc*'s head and tickles it.

* W S C>
Girion pounds *Gryluk the Orc*'s left leg hard and tickles it.
Vasilisa begins some strange incantations...

* W S C>
Feriand closes the irontrap.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C>
Folko pierces *Gryluk the Orc*'s right arm hard and tickles it.

* W S C>
Aiwa begins some strange incantations...
*an Orc* opens the irontrap.
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.

* W S C>
Rémy narrates 'for the first one...'

* W S C>
Feriand closes the woodendoor.
Vasilisa begins some strange incantations...
*an Orc* leaves down.
A hungry warg leaves down.
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Gryluk the Orc* leaves down.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* has arrived from below.

* W S C>
Folko approaches *Gryluk the Orc*, trying to pierce him.
Tror tries to cleave *Gryluk the Orc*, but he parries successfully.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* unlocks the door.

* W S C>
Deppada narrates 'sneaking is a nice skill! *g*'

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* opens the door.
Folko barely pierces *Gryluk the Orc*'s right arm and tickles it.

* W S C>
Vasilisa begins some strange incantations...
Girion leaves down.

* W S C>
Aiwa utters the words 'braqt eaaf'

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.
Feriand closes the door.

* W S C>
Girion has arrived from below.

* W S C>
Feriand locks the door.

* W S C>
Vasilisa utters the words 'qahijf gsfal'
Vasilisa sprays *Gryluk the Orc* with painfully bright, concentrated rays of light.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Gryluk the Orc* leaves down.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* has arrived from below.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Gryluk the Orc* leaves down.
Girion leaves down.

* W S C>
Aiwa begins some strange incantations...

* W S C>
Folko leaves down.

* W S C>
You feel weaker.

* W S C>
Aiwa utters the words 'braqt eaaf'
The exit south seems to blur for a while.

* W S C>
Feriand leaves down.
Dank Dungeon
Folko the Hobbit is here, fighting *an Orc*.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Folko.

* W S C>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* leaves west.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* has arrived from the south.
Folko leaves south.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* leaves up.

* W S C>
Feriand leaves west.
Barracks
A beer barrel has been left here.
A scuffed and worn leather satchel has been left here.
A large sack is on the ground.
*an Orc* is standing here.

* W S C>
Vasilisa begins some strange incantations...

* W S C>
Feriand leaves east.
Dank Dungeon
Girion is standing here.
Tror the Dwarf is standing here.

* W S C>
Feriand leaves up.
Dark Tower
A small campfire burns here, its low flames giving off only a little light.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
*Gryluk the Orc* is standing here.
Aiwa tries to slash *Gryluk the Orc*, but he parries successfully.

* W S C>
Tror approaches *Gryluk the Orc*, trying to cleave him.
Girion pounds *Gryluk the Orc*'s body very hard and tickles it.

* W S C>
Vasilisa begins some strange incantations...

* W S C>
Feriand closes the irontrap.
*Gryluk the Orc* unlocks the door.
Darwin narrates 'I agree! :)'

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Gryluk the Orc* pounds Aiwa's head very hard.

* W S C>
Ivor narrates 'do hours when you are not on count'

* W S C>
Feriand locks the door.
Aiwa panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C>
Vasilisa begins some strange incantations...
Aiwa panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
Girion pounds *Gryluk the Orc*'s left leg extremely hard.

* W S C>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.

* W S C>
Aiwa panics, and attempts to flee.
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C>
Tror sends *Gryluk the Orc* sprawling with a powerful bash.

* W S C>
Tror giggles at *Gryluk the Orc*'s silly antics.

* W S C>
Rémy narrates 'no'

* W S C>
Vasilisa begins some strange incantations...
Feriand says 'nice'

* W S C>
Feriand says 'very nice'
Girion pounds *Gryluk the Orc*'s head extremely hard.
Tror cleaves *Gryluk the Orc*'s right arm very hard.
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
Aiwa slashes *Gryluk the Orc*'s left hand and tickles it.

* W S C>
Vasilisa utters the words 'qahijf gsfal'
Vasilisa sprays *Gryluk the Orc* with painfully bright, concentrated rays of light.

* W S C>kill *orc*							###ah, link back again. #
* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Wounded Aiwa:Hurt>
You lightly slash *Gryluk the Orc*'s right leg and tickle it.

kill *orc*
* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Wounded Aiwa:Hurt>
Aiwa slashes *Gryluk the Orc*'s right foot hard.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Wounded Aiwa:Hurt>
You're already fighting!
Feriand says 'indeed'
Tror cleaves *Gryluk the Orc*'s head extremely hard.
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>
*Gryluk the Orc* seems to have recovered his senses.
*Gryluk the Orc* pounds Aiwa's right foot very hard.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
Girion pounds *Gryluk the Orc*'s body very hard.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>
*Gryluk the Orc* gets a purple scroll from a leather backpack.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>
*Gryluk the Orc* gets a vellum scroll from a leather backpack.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>
*Gryluk the Orc* recites a purple scroll.				#hm, .. a bit late ?
*Gryluk the Orc* is surrounded by a white aura.
*Gryluk the Orc* creates a noxious cloud around *Gryluk the Orc*!

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>
You strongly slash *Gryluk the Orc*'s left foot.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>bash
stand

*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
Tror sends *Gryluk the Orc* sprawling with a powerful bash.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>
Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny?

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>Tror throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!
Do you not consider fighting as standing?
Aiwa strongly slashes *Gryluk the Orc*'s left foot.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>
You hear a *click* in a lock.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>
Girion pounds *Gryluk the Orc*'s body extremely hard and shatters it.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>bash
stand

Tror giggles at *Gryluk the Orc*'s silly antics.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Bad Aiwa:Hurt>
You lightly slash *Gryluk the Orc*'s right foot.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Awful Aiwa:Hurt>
Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny?

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Awful Aiwa:Hurt>Do you not consider fighting as standing?

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Awful Aiwa:Hurt>
Tror cleaves *Gryluk the Orc*'s head extremely hard and shatters it.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Awful Aiwa:Hurt>
*Gryluk the Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Awful Aiwa:Hurt>bash
stand

Aiwa slashes *Gryluk the Orc*'s right leg hard and shatters it.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Awful Aiwa:Hurt>
Bash someone already bashed? Aren't we funny?

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Awful Aiwa:Hurt>Do you not consider fighting as standing?

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Awful Aiwa:Hurt>
Girion pounds *Gryluk the Orc*'s left leg extremely hard and shatters it.
*Gryluk the Orc* is mortally wounded and will die soon if not aided.

* W S C *Gryluk the Orc*:Dying Aiwa:Hurt>
*Gryluk the Orc* seems to have recovered his senses.
You slash *Gryluk the Orc*'s right leg extremely hard and shatter it.
Your victim is shocked by your hit!
You receive your share of experience.
Congratulations! This is the first time you've killed it!
Your blood freezes as you hear *an Orc*'s death cry.
*an Orc* is dead! R.I.P.
get all.coins corpse
lic
A shadow slowly rises above the corpse of *an Orc*.

* W S C>
As Vasilisa greedily kneels down towards the corpse, the icy grasp of a shadow stops her!

* W S C>The icy grasp of a shadow blocks your attempt!
A shadow whispers 'I won't allow the looting of my fallen body!'

* W S C>
You lick your mouth and smile.
As Girion greedily kneels down towards the corpse, the icy grasp of a shadow stops him!
A shadow whispers 'I won't allow the looting of my fallen body!'

* W S C>
As Aiwa greedily kneels down towards the corpse, the icy grasp of a shadow stops him!
A shadow whispers 'I won't allow the looting of my fallen body!'

* W S C>kill *orc*

Feriand opens the irontrap.

* W S C>
Feriand leaves down.
Dank Dungeon
*an Orc* is standing here.

* W S C>* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded>
You approach *an Orc*, trying to slash him.

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.
*an Orc* leaves up.
You suddenly notice Folko.

* W S C>
Folko leaves up.
Feriand leaves up.
Dark Tower
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 elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
kill *orc*
*an Orc* is standing here.

* W S C>
Feriand closes the irontrap.

* W S C>* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded>
You barely slash *an Orc*'s body and tickle it.
You suddenly notice Folko.
Folko barely pierces *an Orc*'s left hand and tickles it.

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded>
Girion approaches *an Orc*, trying to pound him.

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded>kill *orc*

The light of Tror is becoming faint...
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded>
Feriand giggles.

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded>*an Orc* opens the woodendoor.
You're already fighting!

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded>
Folko strongly pierces *an Orc*'s left leg.

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded>
Feriand says 'idiot'

* W S C *an Orc*:Wounded>bash
stand

Feriand closes the woodendoor.
You strongly slash *an Orc*'s left foot.

* W S C *an Orc*:Bad>Folko pierces *an Orc*'s right hand hard.

*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

Folko strongly pierces *an Orc*'s right foot.

*an Orc* pounds your left arm hard and tickles it.

Grusom tells you 'Hvis jeg klarte å rest'e meg ut av kampen, stikker jeg og henter JMC'

Your bash at *an Orc* sends him sprawling.			#hm.. comf#

* W S C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Bad>Do you not consider fighting as standing?

* W S C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Bad>
Vasilisa begins some strange incantations...
Girion pounds *an Orc*'s body extremely hard and shatters it.

* W S C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Bad>
Folko lightly pierces *an Orc*'s body.

* W S C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Bad>
Tror cleaves *an Orc*'s left foot extremely hard and shatters it.

* W S C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Awful>
*an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Awful>
Folko pierces *an Orc*'s right hand hard and shatters it.
*an Orc* is stunned and will probably die soon.
You slash *an Orc*'s body extremely hard and shatter it.
Your victim is shocked by your hit!
You receive your share of experience.
Congratulations! This is the first time you've killed it!
Your blood freezes as you hear *an Orc*'s death cry.
*an Orc* is dead! R.I.P.
get all.coins corpse
lic
A shadow slowly rises above the corpse of *an Orc*.

* W S C HP:Fine>
As Vasilisa greedily kneels down towards the corpse, the icy grasp of a shadow stops her!
As Vasilisa greedily kneels down towards the corpse, the icy grasp of a shadow stops her!

* W S C HP:Fine>Pik narrates 'Pik the Bee-Killer'
The icy grasp of a shadow blocks your attempt!
A shadow whispers 'I won't allow the looting of my fallen body!'

* W S C HP:Fine>
You lick your mouth and smile.

* W S C HP:Fine>
A shadow whispers 'I won't allow the looting of my fallen body!'

* W S C HP:Fine>
A shadow whispers 'I won't allow the looting of my fallen body!'

* W S C HP:Fine>
Vasilisa says 'fuck ...'

* W S C HP:Fine>kill *orc*
Aiwa giggles.
They aren't here.
Feriand says 'perfect'

* W S C HP:Fine>
Girion says '2.shadow'

* W S C HP:Fine>
Tror says 'nice'

* W S C HP:Fine>
A shadow swiftly dodges Girion's attempt to pound it.
A shadow says 'Ob wag yoar lazt honboha Ealeef! A gorr liwozber you!'

* W S C HP:Fine>l

Aiwa says 'that was funny'
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Feriand locks the door.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Ok.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Snik narrates 'oh crap i'm bee poisoned'

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Tror says 'anyone spare a flask?'

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Girion pounds a shadow's body extremely hard.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
You hear a *click* in a lock.					#hm...whats this ?

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
The door is opened from the other side.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Feriand closes the door.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Feriand locks the door.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Snik narrates 'will it kill me?'
You hear a *click* in a lock.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
The door is opened from the other side.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Feriand closes the door.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Feriand locks the door.
You hear a *click* in a lock.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
The door is opened from the other side.
Feriand begins some strange incantations...

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
*Shake the Orc* has arrived from the south.				#Ouch... better get out
*Norsu the Orc* has arrived from the south.				 of here...
A hungry warg has arrived from the south.
*Morris the Orc* has arrived from the south.
A hungry warg has arrived from the south.
*an Orc* has arrived from the south.
A hungry warg has arrived from the south.
A hungry warg has arrived from the south.
*Rauko the Orc* has arrived from the south.
A hungry warg has arrived from the south.
*an Orc* has arrived from the south.
A hungry warg has arrived from the south.
*an Orc* has arrived from the south.
A hungry warg has arrived from the south.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
*Ughár the Orc* has arrived from the south.
A hungry warg has arrived from the south.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Tror panics, and attempts to flee.
Tror panics, but can't stop fighting to flee.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
*an Orc* says: GO
*Shake the Orc* slashes Tror's left foot and tickles it.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
*Rauko the Orc* tries to smite Folko, but he parries successfully.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
You fail to intercept *an Orc*'s blow.
Tror panics, and attempts to flee.
Tror leaves up.
Girion panics, and attempts to flee.
Girion leaves south.
*an Orc* closes the door.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Tror has arrived from above.
You intercept *Morris the Orc*'s blow.
*Morris the Orc* crushes your body very hard and tickles it.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
*Ughár the Orc* begins some strange incantations...

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>flee

*Norsu the Orc* locks the door.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Folko panics, and attempts to flee.
Folko leaves down.
*Shake the Orc* gets a purple scroll from a sable pouch.
Tror panics, and attempts to flee.
Tror leaves up.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>*Shake the Orc* recites a purple scroll.
*Shake the Orc* is surrounded by a white aura.			#hm.. spare one of those please ?
*Shake the Orc* creates a noxious cloud around *Shake the Orc*!
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!
You fail to intercept *Norsu the Orc*'s blow.
Vasilisa's body turns numb as the poison speeds to her brain!

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
Feriand unlocks the door.
Vasilisa panics, and attempts to flee.
Vasilisa leaves down.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>flee

Feriand opens the door.
*Ughár the Orc* closes the door.
*an Orc* utters the words 'diesilla barh'
*an Orc* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you stagger from the impact.

* W S C HP:Fine a shadow:Wounded>
You flee head over heels.
Watchful Tower
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
Tror the Dwarf is standing here.
Exits: Down.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Aiwa has arrived from below.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Tror leaves down.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Aiwa panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Feriand has arrived from below.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Aiwa leaves down.

* W S C HP:Fine>d
s

Feriand leaves down.
Dark Tower
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 an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
*Shake the Orc* is here, fighting Tror (Glowing).
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Rauko the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is standing here trying to concentrate.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Aiwa.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Ughár the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Tror the Dwarf is here, fighting 1m*Shake the Orc*.
Aiwa the Half-Elf is here, fighting *an Orc*.

* W S C HP:Fine>Norglin narrates 'only venom will kill you directly'
The irontrap seems to be closed.
*Ughár the Orc* begins some strange incantations...
*an Orc* utters the words 'diesilla barh'
Tror staggers back as the lightning bolt sent by *an Orc* hits him.

* W S C HP:Fine>The door seems to be closed.

* W S C HP:Fine>
*an Orc* begins some strange incantations...

* W S C HP:Fine>
Tror panics, and attempts to flee.
*Rauko the Orc* smites Tror's left leg extremely hard.

* W S C HP:Fine>d

The irontrap is opened from the other side.

* W S C HP:Fine>e
*Shake the Orc* closes the irontrap.
Feriand opens the irontrap.
The irontrap closes quietly.
Tror panics, and attempts to flee.
The irontrap seems to be closed.

* W S C HP:Fine>
*Ughár the Orc* utters the words 'diesilla barh'
Aiwa staggers back as the lightning bolt sent by *Ughár the Orc* hits him.

* W S C HP:Fine>Tror panics, and attempts to flee.
Tror leaves up.
Alas, you cannot go that way...
*Ughár the Orc* slashes Aiwa's left leg.

* W S C HP:Fine>d

Aiwa panics, and attempts to flee.
A shadow says 'YAA! Aome! Yui valr hao nenele yoar dage.'
A shadow lightly hits Aiwa's right leg.

* W S C HP:Fine>Tror has arrived from above.
*Shake the Orc* approaches Tror, trying to slash him.
The irontrap seems to be closed.

* W S C HP:Fine>
*an Orc* begins some strange incantations...
*Shake the Orc* strongly slashes Tror's right foot.

* W S C HP:Fine>open irontrap

Aiwa panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Aiwa panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C HP:Fine>w
Tror panics, and attempts to flee.
Ok.

* W S C HP:Fine>
The irontrap closes quietly.

* W S C HP:Fine>Tror panics, and attempts to flee.
Tror leaves up.
Alas, you cannot go that way...
Aiwa panics, and attempts to flee.
The irontrap is opened from the other side.

* W S C HP:Fine>
The irontrap closes quietly.
The irontrap is opened from the other side.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Feriand opens the door.
*an Orc* closes the door.
*Shake the Orc* closes the irontrap.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Aiwa panics, and attempts to flee.
Aiwa leaves up.
*Ughár the Orc* begins some strange incantations...
*an Orc* approaches Feriand, trying to smite him.

* W S C HP:Fine>e

Aiwa has arrived from above.
Feriand panics, and attempts to flee.

* W S C HP:Fine>d
Alas, you cannot go that way...
Aiwa panics, and attempts to flee.
Valandur narrates 'what kind of poison?'

* W S C HP:Fine>The irontrap seems to be closed.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Feriand panics, and attempts to flee.
Feriand leaves up.

* W S C HP:Fine>open irontrap

Aiwa panics, and attempts to flee.
Aiwa leaves up.

* W S C HP:Fine>d
Ok.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Aiwa has arrived from above.
*an Orc* tries to smite Aiwa, but he parries successfully.

* W S C HP:Fine>Feriand has arrived from above.
Dank Dungeon
*Norsu the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Morris the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Exits: North South West Up.

* W S C HP:Fine>w
Barracks
A beer barrel has been left here.
A scuffed and worn leather satchel has been left here.
A large sack is on the ground.
Exits: East West.

* W S C HP:Fine>w
Cramped Smithy
Exits: East.

* W S C HP:Fine>e
Barracks
A beer barrel has been left here.
A scuffed and worn leather satchel has been left here.
A large sack is on the ground.
*Norsu the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Morris the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Exits: East West.

* W S C HP:Fine>d

*Norsu the Orc* tries to smite you, but your parry is successful.

* W S C HP:Fine *Norsu the Orc*:Fine>s
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!

* W S C HP:Fine *Norsu the Orc*:Fine>flee

You barely slash *Norsu the Orc*'s body and tickle it.

* W S C HP:Fine *Norsu the Orc*:Fine>Snik narrates 'bee'
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!

* W S C HP:Fine *Norsu the Orc*:Fine>
You flee head over heels.
Dank Dungeon
Exits: North South West Up.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Vasilisa has arrived from the south.

* W S C HP:Fine>d

*Norsu the Orc* has arrived from the west.
A hungry warg has arrived from the west.
*Morris the Orc* has arrived from the west.
A hungry warg has arrived from the west.
*an Orc* has arrived from the west.
A hungry warg has arrived from the west.
You fail to intercept *Morris the Orc*'s blow.
*Morris the Orc* crushes Vasilisa's right leg.

* W S C HP:Fine>w
Alas, you cannot go that way...

* W S C HP:Fine>flee
Barracks
A beer barrel has been left here.
A scuffed and worn leather satchel has been left here.
A large sack is on the ground.
Exits: East West.

* W S C HP:Fine>w
w
You flee head over heels.
Dank Dungeon
*Norsu the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Morris the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Vasilisa the Elf is standing here.
Exits: North South West Up.

* W S C HP:Fine>
You intercept *Morris the Orc*'s blow.
*Morris the Orc* quickly approaches, trying to crush you.
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
*Norsu the Orc* leaves west.
A hungry warg leaves west.
*an Orc* leaves west.
A hungry warg leaves west.

* W S C HP:Fine *Morris the Orc*:Healthy>No way! 
You are fighting for your life!

* W S C HP:Fine *Morris the Orc*:Healthy>flee

Vasilisa leaves west.

* W S C HP:Fine *Morris the Orc*:Healthy>
You barely slash *Morris the Orc*'s body and tickle it.

* W S C HP:Fine *Morris the Orc*:Fine>
You flee head over heels.
Dark Tower
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 an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
A shadow is here, fighting Folko.
*Shake the Orc* is here, fighting Feriand (Glowing).
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Rauko the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is standing here trying to concentrate.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*an Orc* is here, fighting Feriand.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
*Ughár the Orc* is standing here trying to concentrate.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Folko the Hobbit is here, fighting a shadow.
Feriand the Elf is here, fighting *Shake the Orc*.
Exits: South Up Down.
Folko opens the door.					#Good thinking Folko, maybe i join  you on that one ?
*Rauko the Orc* closes the door.
Andarion narrates 'a slasher warrior should have str and con maxed?'

* W S C HP:Fine>
Folko opens the door.
Feriand panics, and attempts to flee.
Feriand leaves down.

* W S C HP:Fine>
*an Orc* closes the door.

* W S C HP:Fine>u

Folko swiftly dodges *Rauko the Orc*'s attempt to smite him.

* W S C HP:Fine>Folko opens the door.
Aiwa narrates 'i out'
Watchful Tower
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
Tror the Dwarf is standing here.
Exits: Down.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Balwin narrates 'no, you safe'

* W S C HP:Fine>
Tror says 'fast!'

* W S C HP:Fine>
Folko has arrived from below.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Norglin narrates 'type stat'

* W S C HP:Fine>
Folko panics, and attempts to flee.
Folko leaves down.

* W S C HP:Fine>
Snik narrates 'thanks all'

* W S C HP:Fine>
*Shake the Orc* has arrived from below.
A hungry warg has arrived from below.
*Rauko the Orc* has arrived from below.
A hungry warg has arrived from below.
*an Orc* has arrived from below.
A hungry warg has arrived from below.
*an Orc* has arrived from below.
A hungry warg has arrived from below.

* W S C HP:Fine>d
d
Dark Tower
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 an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an elite Dúnadan soldier is lying here.
The shadow of *an Orc* is floating here.
*Ughár the Orc* is standing here.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Exits: South Up Down.

* W S C HP:Fine>*Shake the Orc* has arrived from above.
A hungry warg has arrived from above.
*Rauko the Orc* has arrived from above.
A hungry warg has arrived from above.
*an Orc* has arrived from above.
A hungry warg has arrived from above.
*an Orc* has arrived from above.
A hungry warg has arrived from above.
The irontrap seems to be closed.

* W S C HP:Fine>
*Ughár the Orc* leaves up.
A hungry warg leaves up.
*Shake the Orc* opens the door. #well, since i didnt follow folko when he opened, 
					   I might as well go there when Shage opens it...
* W S C HP:Fine>			   I owe you one Shake *bow*
*Rauko the Orc* closes the woodendoor.

* W S C HP:Fine>w

*an Orc* smites your right hand very hard and tickles it.

* W S C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Healthy>s
s
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
You barely slash *an Orc*'s left hand and tickle it.

* W S C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine>No way! 
You are fighting for your life!
*Shake the Orc* lightly slashes your left arm and tickles it.

* W S C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine>flee
No way! 
You are fighting for your life!

* W S C HP:Fine *an Orc*:Fine>
You flee head over heels.
A Road through the Grey Mountains
Exits: North East South West.

* W S C HP:Fine>flee
You flee head over heels.
A Broken Road
Exits: East South West.

Well, so i was lucky and got away. Thanks to Shake for opening door, and thanks to Folko
for getting me when i was out of moves and arachnied later.

* W C HP:Fine>trophy #
        *** TROPHY *** (Number Killed, Knowledge, Mobile)

|   1,  0%,  #Gnask                    |   1,  0%,  #Gryluk                   |
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