Logged byt Vanimelde the Black Numenorean the 2nd of August, 2000 around 12am GMT. 

 // Spells dropped 1 tick before this event took place so my spells were aprox
    45 seconds old. Log starts with us discussing wheter Dragoth is a linkless-
    killer or not. We didn't know that the V+'s hade remuddle the ford, another
    lesson learned. //

* R Mana:Cold>l
West of the Ford of the Bruinen
Ilmacîll (Imbecil) is here, riding a pack horse.
Dragóth the Orc is here, riding a hungry warg.

* R Mana:Cold>rest
You sit down and rest your tired bones.

* R Mana:Warm>' va afk
emote says 'va afk'
Ok.

* R Mana:Warm>' Vart ska vi kuta?
emote says 'Vart ska vi kuta?'
Ok.

* R Mana:Warm>
Dragóth say´s 'ja, få höra lite namn då'

* R Mana:Warm>
Ilmacîll (Imbecil) grunts: runt runt runt

* R Mana:Warm>norm
#   $casting is now set to {Normal}.
Ok.

* R Mana:Warm>' Glader.
Nushènak narrates 'ack i gotta rent'
emote says 'Glader.'
Ok.

* R Mana:Warm>' Hugo.emote says 'Hugo.'
Ok.

* R Mana:Warm>' Darkangel
emote says 'Darkangel'
Ok.

* R Mana:Warm>
Ilmacîll (Imbecil) nods solemnly.

* R Mana:Warm>
Ilmacîll (Imbecil) grunts: hugo va fan fittit!

* R Mana:Warm>
Dragóth say´s 'glader????'

* R Mana:Warm>
Shrouds of dark clouds roll in above you, blotting out the skies.

* R Mana:Warm>' Alla med fet flagga och med höga/fulla hps
emote says 'Alla med fet flagga och med höga/fulla hps'
Ok.

* R Mana:Warm>' Ja.
emote says 'Ja.'
Ok.

* R Mana:Warm>' Men han dog inte
emote says 'Men han dog inte'
Ok.

* R Mana:Warm>
Ilmacîll (Imbecil) grunts: du e inte värdig warlord

* R Mana:Warm>
*Ellara the Half-Elf* has arrived from the east riding the warhorse.
*Dorfl the Dwarf* has arrived from the east.
*Balduran the Sindarin Elf* has arrived from the east riding a pack horse.
*Síroth the Sindarin Elf* has arrived from the east riding a pack horse.

* R Mana:Warm>*Ellara the Half-Elf* leaves < < SOUTH > > riding the warhorse.
*Dorfl the Dwarf* leaves << south >>..
*Balduran the Sindarin Elf* leaves < < SOUTH > > riding a pack horse.
*Síroth the Sindarin Elf* leaves < < SOUTH > > riding a pack horse.

* R Mana:Warm>
Dragóth say´s 'hugo hade inte flagga! jag slog sista slkaget i grupen !'

* R Mana:Warm>
Ilmacîll (Imbecil) shivers uncomfortably.

* R Mana:Warm>' Eftersom Inziladun sa "slut slå, jag dödar dig
emote says 'Eftersom Inziladun sa "slut slå, jag dödar dig'
Ok.

* R Mana:Warm>' dorfl
emote says 'dorfl'
Ok.

* R Mana:Warm>tt dorfl
#   $target is now set to {dorfl}.
st
You stop resting, and stand up.

* R Mana:Warm>
*Ellara the Half-Elf* has arrived from the south riding the warhorse.
*Dorfl the Dwarf* has arrived from the south.
*Balduran the Sindarin Elf* has arrived from the south riding a pack horse.
*Síroth the Sindarin Elf* has arrived from the south riding a pack horse.

* R Mana:Warm>
*Ellara the Half-Elf* begins some strange incantations...

* R Mana:Warm>
*Dorfl the Dwarf* cleaves your body and tickles it.
*Balduran the Sindarin Elf* begins some strange incantations...

* R HP:Fine Mana:Warm *Dorfl the Dwarf*:Healthy>flee

Dragóth leaves < < WEST > > riding a hungry warg.
* R HP:Fine Mana:Warm *Dorfl the Dwarf*:Healthy>*Síroth the Sindarin Elf* begins some strange inc
antations...
You flee head over heels.
Ford of the River Bruinen
Exits: North East South West.

* R HP:Fine Mana:Warm>east
Path to the Misty Mountains
Exits: East South West.

* R HP:Fine Mana:Warm>west
west
Ford of the River Bruinen
Exits: North East South West.

* R HP:Fine Mana:Warm>West of the Ford of the Bruinen
Ilmacîll (Imbecil) is here, riding a pack horse, fighting *Síroth the Sindarin
Elf*.
*Ellara the Half-Elf* is here trying to concentrate, riding the warhorse.
*Dorfl the Dwarf* is standing here.
*Balduran the Sindarin Elf* is here trying to concentrate, riding a pack
horse.
*Síroth the Sindarin Elf* is here, riding a pack horse, fighting Ilmacîll
(Imbecil).
Exits: North East South West.

* R HP:Fine Mana:Warm>
Ilmacîll (Imbecil) utters the word 'fireball'
Ilmacîll (Imbecil) throws a fireball at *Dorfl the Dwarf*, completely
enveloping him in flames.

* R HP:Fine Mana:Warm>
-Ilmacîll (Imbecil) tries to e s c a p e-
Ilmacîll leaves < < SOUTH > > riding a pack horse.

* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot>nar fight
*Balduran the Sindarin Elf* begins some strange incantations...
*Ellara the Half-Elf* begins some strange incantations...
Ok.

* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot>cast 'fireball' $target
You cannot attack and flee at the same time.

* R HP:Fine Mana:Hot>cast 'fireball' $target
You quickly recall your stored spell...

cast 'fireball' $target
*Síroth the Sindarin Elf* begins some strange incantations...

*Balduran the Sindarin Elf* utters the words 'lightning bolt'
*Balduran the Sindarin Elf* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you
stagger from the impact.
*Ellara the Half-Elf* utters the word 'pabraw'
*Ellara the Half-Elf* raises her voice and calls great pain upon you.

*Ellara the Half-Elf* begins some strange incantations...
PANIC! 
You can't quit the fight!

Alas! There was no clear line of sight to him!
*Síroth the Sindarin Elf* utters the words 'lightning bolt'
*Síroth the Sindarin Elf* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you stagger
from the impact.

* R HP:Wounded Mana:Warm *Balduran the Sindarin Elf*:Healthy>flee
You quickly recall your stored spell...

*Balduran the Sindarin Elf* begins some strange incantations...
*Ellara the Half-Elf* utters the word 'pabraw'
You feel less protected.
*Ellara the Half-Elf* raises her voice and calls great pain upon you.

Dragóth yells 'så jag fick skulden'


*Síroth the Sindarin Elf* utters the words 'lightning bolt'
*Síroth the Sindarin Elf* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you stagger
from the impact.
You are mortally wounded and will die soon if not aided.

You are in a pretty bad shape, unable to do anything!

* HP:Dying Mana:Warm *Balduran the Sindarin Elf*:Healthy>
You are in a pretty bad shape, unable to
 do anything!

* HP:Dying Mana:Warm *Balduran the Sindarin Elf*:Healthy>
o HP:Awful Mana:Warm>
You are in a pretty bad shape, unable to do anything!

You are dead! Sorry...


* HP:Awful Mana:Hot>
Alas, you realize that yet again the mighty knowledge of drowned Númenor has
been lost... Despair settles on you.

* HP:Awful Mana:Hot>
Your head stops stinging.

* HP:Awful Mana:Hot>* HP:Awful Mana:Hot>* HP:Awful Mana:Hot>sc
1/165 hit, 59/88 mana, and 101/105 moves.

* HP:Awful Mana:Hot>sc
2/165 hit, 59/88 mana, and 101/105 moves.

* HP:Awful Mana:Hot>stat
OB: 70%, DB: -11%, PB: 0%, Armour: 0%. Wimpy: 120. Mood: wimpy.
Tar1: dorfl   Tar2: *elf*   Speed: Normal
Needed: 212,219 xp, 0 tp. Wp: 48. Gold: 0. Alert: normal.
Affected by:
- depression
- Mandos sleep for 12 hours.

* HP:Awful Mana:Hot>st
You stand up.

* HP:Awful Mana:Hot>quuit
Arglebargle, glop-glyf!?!

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

#Connection lost

  Sum: -114k exp and -18 wps.