*>'open
Ok.

*>
A brown-skinned Orc looks you over.
A brown-skinned Orc unlocks the door.
A brown-skinned Orc opens the door.

*>s
A Road through the Grey Mountains
The grey rock of the road comes to a halt before a massive tower made of the
same slate grey rock of the road. Mountains abound on all sides, and any
entrance further east becomes decidedly tougher. The tower itself seems to be
in disrepair, but all signs also indicate recent occupants. The road continues
to the west and the din of a river relentlessly punishing stone occasionally
drifts from the south. More mountains stretch east, inhospitable as ever.
A small metal plaque has been fixed to the tower wall, beside the door.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an orkish scout is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an orkish patrol-leader is lying here.
The corpse of the orc sentry is lying here.
Mammut narrates 'no pukes at all :('  ##### Noone here as I see it...
The door closes quietly.
You hear a *click* in a lock.

*>
Malcolm narrates '3 crossing'

*>l in corpse
corpse (here) : 
Nothing.

*>l in 2.corpse
corpse (here) : 
Nothing.

*>
Someone narrates 'plenty pukes around bree :)'

*>l in 5.corpse
corpse (here) : 
a dagger (dented)
a thick pair of soft leather trousers (worn out)

*>
Saving Murdok.

Grey Mountains
Strange tracks on the ground lead to the north.  
You have descended a bit in
elevation from when you were east of here, and you are now surrounded          
completely by mountains.  From just to your west, you can hear screams.  Or 
maybe it's just wolves howling.  How can you be sure though?
Malcolm, wielding an orkish shortbow, is here, riding a pack horse.
A pack horse is standing here, ridden by Malcolm.
The clouds begin to disappear.

*>
Malcolm dismounts from a pack horse, and stops riding him.
A pack horse now follows Malcolm.

*>e
Grey Mountains
Phew!  
You're finally there.  Walking in the mountains, you can see all the
lands around you.  Far below you see the river, winding along from the eerie
Misty Mountains in the far east to the safer parts of the world in the west.
Next to the river you can see a small trail.
A large eagle soars above you.

####### Here I turn back to say Hi to Malcolm.

*>w 
Grey Mountains
Strange tracks on the ground lead to the north.  
You have descended a bit in
elevation from when you were east of here, and you are now surrounded          
completely by mountains.  From just to your west, you can hear screams.  Or 
maybe it's just wolves howling.  How can you be sure though?

*>w
n
A Road through the Grey Mountains
The grey rock of the road comes to a halt before a massive tower made of the
same slate grey rock of the road. Mountains abound on all sides, and any
entrance further east becomes decidedly tougher. The tower itself seems to be
in disrepair, but all signs also indicate recent occupants. The road continues
to the west and the din of a river relentlessly punishing stone occasionally
drifts from the south. More mountains stretch east, inhospitable as ever.
A small metal plaque has been fixed to the tower wall, beside the door.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an orkish scout is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an orkish patrol-leader is lying here.
The corpse of the orc sentry is lying here.
*Dorfl the Dwarf*, wielding a mighty dwarven axe, is here, fighting Malcolm.
Malcolm, wielding an orkish shortbow, is lying here, incapacitated.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.
You begin to see some clouds.

### Where did that *dwarf* come from???
### I could walk into tower so I guess Malcolm had just called 
### for the guards to open. 

Once this tower may have been a proud fortress of the kingdom of Rhudaur,
holding at bay the evil armies of the north.  In the recent past, however,
the murals of glorious battles and the walls they are on have been desecrated.
The furniture that once would comfort an ever-vigilant sentry must have
recently seen crueler occupants.  There are some narrow slit windows high
above the floor, through which some grey shafts of light can fall during
what passes for daylight in these grim mountainous wastes.
A tall brown-skinned orc, with wide arms, examines you harshly.
A tall brown-skinned orc, with wide arms, examines you harshly.
A tall brown-skinned orc, with wide arms, examines you harshly.
A tall brown-skinned orc, with wide arms, examines you harshly.
Your blood freezes as you hear a death cry.

### OUCHHH.. Is that who I think it is.

*>s
A Road through the Grey Mountains
The grey rock of the road comes to a halt before a massive tower made of the
same slate grey rock of the road. Mountains abound on all sides, and any
entrance further east becomes decidedly tougher. The tower itself seems to be
in disrepair, but all signs also indicate recent occupants. The road continues
to the west and the din of a river relentlessly punishing stone occasionally
drifts from the south. More mountains stretch east, inhospitable as ever.
A small metal plaque has been fixed to the tower wall, beside the door.
The corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an orkish scout is lying here.
The corpse of the orc-soldier is lying here.
The corpse of an orkish patrol-leader is lying here.
The corpse of the orc sentry is lying here.
*Dorfl the Dwarf*, wielding a mighty dwarven axe, is standing here.
A sturdy pack horse is standing here.

### Yes it was Malcolm.. (*comf*)
### At these moments this bn lowbie (I am level 6 now) wish I was 
### bigger. I got away, ran like "youknowwhat"...