![>w
The Hidden Island
After the fall of Nùmenor only some of the shores that were once colonized
remained property of the 'pure blooded' as the fierce Black Nśmenóreans called
themselves.
You are standing in one of those places and the landscape reminds you of
Eru's wrath and the days of the Fall. Where once stood the glorious purple
temples for the Black Lord's worship, dark ruins fester like wounds upon the
land. But, who knows, some power might still hide through the shadows of the
past...
A large bonfire is burning here.
A large bulletin board, entitled "Nùmenórean Chronicles", is mounted here.
Exits: east.

!#>inv
You are carrying:
a dagger (satisfactory)
a cup

!#>inf
You are a female Black Nùmenórean.
You are 38 years old. It's your birthday today!
You have played no time (real time). Session: 2 mins.
This ranks you as Celestine the Black Nśmenórean Apprentice (level 1).
You are five feet ten and weigh twelve stone and eight pounds.
Perception: vision 40, hearing -25, smell -50. Alertness: normal.
You are a balanced individual with little concern for good or evil.
Your equipment weighs fourteen pounds. A tad uncomfortable, but no problem.
Your base abilities are: Str:12 Int:16 Wis:14 Dex:17 Con:15 Wil:15 Per:14.
Offensive Bonus: 35%, Dodging Bonus: 24%, Parrying Bonus: 0%.
You are not wearing any armour.
You have 31/31 hit, 102/102 mana, and 119/119 movement points.
Your mood is wimpy. 
You will fight to the death.
You have scored 1 experience points and you have 0 travel points.
You are not known for any acts of war.
You need 524 exp. points and 195 travel points to reach the next level.
You have 0 copper.
You are speaking Morbeth.

!#>eq
You are using:
<held>               a shortbow
<worn across back>   a quiver
<worn as belt>       a plain leather belt
<worn on belt>       a lantern
<worn on belt>       a butcher knife (marred)

!#>
Shrouds of dark clouds roll in above you, blotting out the skies.

!#>pray
You kneel down and worship the Dark Lord.
You are frozen to death by the might of the unnamable power you summoned.

!#>
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.
Weeping Willows at the River's Edge
In the moist soil at the river's edge stands a cluster of weeping willows,
giving the landscape a beautiful, but also a sorrowful and desolate visage. As
the wind rustles the long, thin branches of the trees a strange music is born,
sounding as if the trees were impatient to move. Under the trees there is
little vegetation - all sunlight is absorbed by the willows' hungry leaves.
Directly to the west lies the river Anduin, and to the east, vast grassy
plains.
Exits: north, east, south.

).>
*a powerful Man* has arrived from the north riding a horse.

!.>w
Alas, you cannot go that way...

!.>s
You need to swim to go there.

!.>s
You need to swim to go there.

!.>n

*a powerful Man* pounds your right leg extremely hard and shatters it.
You're stunned and will probably die soon if no-one helps you.

o. HP:Awful *a powerful Man*:Healthy>All you can do right now, is think about the stars!

o. HP:Awful *a powerful Man*:Healthy>f
All you can do right now, is think about the stars!

o. HP:Awful *a powerful Man*:Healthy>
You feel a sharp pain there!

You are dead! Sorry...

o# HP:Awful>
Alas, you realize that yet again the mighty knowledge of drowned Nùmenor has
been lost... Despair settles on you.
Your heart feels lighter.