* C HP:Fine Mana:Cold>
*a Man* has arrived from the west riding a pack horse.

* C HP:Fine Mana:Cold>1

*a Man* begins some strange incantations...

* C HP:Fine Mana:Cold>cast 'fireball' black
You start to concentrate...

*a Man* utters the words 'lightning bolt'
*a Man* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you stagger from the impact.
Aye! 
You cannot concentrate any more...
*a Man* tries to slash you, but your parry is successful.

* C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *a Man*:Fine>
You try to slash *a Man*, but he parries successfully.

* C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *a Man*:Fine>1

*a Man* begins some strange incantations...

* C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *a Man*:Fine>cast 'fireball' black
You start to concentrate...

Valamir narrates 'no i didnt =()'

*a Man* utters the words 'lightning bolt'
*a Man* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you stagger from the impact.
Aye! 
You cannot concentrate any more...

* C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *a Man*:Fine>
*a Man* begins some strange incantations...

* C HP:Fine Mana:Cold *a Man*:Fine>1
cast 'fireball' black
You start to concentrate...

*a Man* utters the words 'lightning bolt'
You feel less protected.
*a Man* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you stagger from the impact.
Aye! 
You cannot concentrate any more...

* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *a Man*:Fine>
*a Man* begins some strange incantations...
*a Man* swiftly dodges your attempt to slash him.

* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *a Man*:Fine>1
cast 'fireball' black
You start to concentrate...

Valamir narrates 'hmm maybe'

*a Man* utters the words 'lightning bolt'
*a Man* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you stagger from the impact.
Aye! 
You cannot concentrate any more...

* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *a Man*:Fine>1

*a Man* begins some strange incantations...

* C HP:Hurt Mana:Cold *a Man*:Fine>cast 'fireball' black
You start to concentrate...

*a Man* utters the word 'fireball'
*a Man*'s fireball completely envelops you, causing infernal pain.
Aye! 
You cannot concentrate any more...
That really HURT!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
PANIC! 
You can't quit the fight!

* C HP:Bad Mana:Cold *a Man*:Fine>
*a Man* tries to slash you, but your parry is successful.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

* C HP:Bad Mana:Warm *a Man*:Fine>
You try to slash *a Man*, but he parries successfully.

* C HP:Bad Mana:Warm *a Man*:Fine>
The wolf cub leaves west.
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! 
You couldn't escape!

* C HP:Bad Mana:Warm *a Man*:Fine>flee

*a Man* begins some strange incantations...

* C HP:Bad Mana:Warm *a Man*:Fine>
You flee head over heels.
Old Road
Exits: North East South West.

* C HP:Bad Mana:Warm>
*a Man* has arrived from the west riding a pack horse.

* C HP:Bad Mana:Warm>ss

*a Man* begins some strange incantations...

* C HP:Bad Mana:Warm>cast 'store' teleport
You start to concentrate...

*a Man* utters the words 'lightning bolt'
*a Man* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you stagger from the impact.
Aye! 
You cannot concentrate any more...
You are mortally wounded and will die soon if not aided.
Ouch! 
You lose a level!

You are dead! Sorry...


o C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>tr died

* C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>
Gruss has entered the game.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>
Gruss gets a loaf of bread.
Gruss gets some cheese.
Gruss gets a loaf of bread.
Gruss gets some cheese.
Gruss gets a loaf of bread.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>
Gruss drinks water from a large grey fountain.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>
Gruss kneels down and invokes the Ainulindale.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>sc
5/166 hit, 58/149 mana, and 101/101 moves.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>sc
7/166 hit, 64/149 mana, and 101/101 moves.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>
Gruss has lost his link.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>sleep
sc
You go to sleep.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>7/166 hit, 65/149 mana, and 101/101 moves.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>info
You are a female Dunadan.
You are 107 years, 6 months, and 28 days old.
You have played 16 days and 21 hours (real time).
This ranks you as Milady de Winter, Mistress of Magic (level 28).
You are five feet four and weigh nine stone and twelve pounds.
Perception: vision 40, hearing -40, smell -75. Alertness: normal.
You are a well-meaning person, always glad to help your friends.
You are welcome in Bree, Shire, the Grey Havens, and Rivendell.
You are carrying 0 pounds of equipment. Peanuts.
Your base abilities are: Str:12 Int:18 Wis:20 Dex:13 Con:10 Wil:12 Per:9.
Offensive Bonus: 72%, Dodging Bonus: -59%, Parrying Bonus: 0%.
You are not wearing any armour.
You have 8/166 hit, 67/149 mana, and 101/101 movement points.
You will flee if your hit points go below 80. 
Your mood is wimpy.
You have scored 9,393,184 experience points and you have 55,815 travel points.
You need 56,816 exp. points and 0 travel points to reach the next level.
You have 0 copper.
You are speaking Westron.
You will climb if necessary.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Warm>stat
OB: 72%, DB: -59%, PB: 0%, Armour: 0%. Wimpy: 80. Mood: wimpy.
Needed: 56,816 xp, 0 tp. Wp: 0. Gold: 0. Alert: normal.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Hot>sc
13/166 hit, 91/149 mana, and 101/101 moves.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Hot>sleep
sc
You are already sound asleep.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Hot>14/166 hit, 94/149 mana, and 101/101 moves.

* C HP:Awful Mana:Hot>
Now you feel strong enough to return to Arda.

* C HP:Bad Mana:Burning>pray tharbad
In your dreams, or what?

* C HP:Bad>wake
st
You wake, and sit up.

* C HP:Bad>
You stand up.

* C HP:Bad>pray tharbad
You kneel down and try to hear the Ainulindale.

* C HP:Bad>
In response to your request strange harmonies come from nowhere...
Listening to them, you have the strange sensation to fade away...

* C HP:Bad>
Suddenly an explosion of ancient rhymes makes the space collapse around you!
You blink, you vanish! And you are in Tharbad!
Before the North Gate of Tharbad
A little boy is here, running around.
*Focus the Black Numenorean* is here, riding a mountain mule.

* C HP:Bad>
*Focus the Black Numenorean* says 'leave'

* C HP:Bad>
*Focus the Black Numenorean* leaves north riding a mountain mule.

* C HP:Bad>
*Focus the Black Numenorean* has arrived from the north riding a mountain mule.

* C HP:Bad>
You suddenly notice Iff.
Bastantor has arrived from the east.

* C HP:Bad>
Bastantor leaves west.
Iff leaves west.
*Focus the Black Numenorean* begins some strange incantations...

* C HP:Bad>flee

*Focus the Black Numenorean* utters the words 'lightning bolt'
*Focus the Black Numenorean* sends a powerful lightning bolt at you, you stagger
from the impact.
You are mortally wounded and will die soon if not aided.
You feel a strong ache there!

You are dead! Sorry...


o C HP:Awful>Nah... 
You feel too relaxed to do that..

* C HP:Awful>stat
Saving Milady.
OB: 72%, DB: -34%, PB: 0%, Armour: 0%. Wimpy: 80. Mood: wimpy.
Needed: 150,747 xp, 0 tp. Wp: 0. Gold: 0. Alert: normal.