.l Entrance to an Ancient Temple *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* is here, riding the trained horse. A sturdy pack horse is standing here. Exits: North East South West. * R W C HP:Fine Mana:Burning> You start to concentrate... *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* begins some strange incantations... f ### <- here is one * R W C HP:Hurt Mana:Burning *Fitz the Sindarin Elf*:Fine> Ok. The lightning bolt hits *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* with full impact. *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* utters the word 'earthquake' *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* makes the earth tremble and shiver. You fall, and hit yourself! *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* dismounts from the trained horse, and stops riding him. A pack horse stops following *Fitz the Sindarin Elf*. attetnion: ARMOUR DOWN * R W C HP:Hurt Mana:Burning *Fitz the Sindarin Elf*:Fine> *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* begins some strange incantations... *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* utters the word 'earthquake' *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* makes the earth tremble and shiver. You fall, and hit yourself! A pack horse is mortally wounded and will die soon if not aided. Your blood freezes as you hear a pack horse's death cry. A pack horse is dead! R.I.P. You stop riding a pack horse. That really HURT! f *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* begins some strange incantations... * W C HP:Wounded Mana:Burning *Fitz the Sindarin Elf*:Fine> You flee head over heels. ### <- and here it finally goes through :) Northern Slope of a Grassy Hill The corpse of the drone bee is lying here. There is a huge, pyramidal beehive here. The bee flies around here, collecting nectar from the weeds. The bee flies around here, collecting nectar from the weeds. The drone bee flies around here, angrily buzzing. A robin is here, carrying small pieces of wood to its nest. Exits: East South West. * W C HP:Wounded Mana:Burning> You can't find a coins in any corpse. * W C HP:Wounded Mana:Burning> You flee head over heels. Entrance to an Ancient Temple The corpse of a pack horse is lying here. *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* is here, fighting the trained horse. The trained horse is here, fighting *Fitz the Sindarin Elf*. A pack horse is lying here, mortally wounded. Exits: North East South West. *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* utters the word 'earthquake' *Fitz the Sindarin Elf* makes the earth tremble and shiver. You fall, and hit yourself! Your blood freezes as you hear the trained horse's death cry. The trained horse is dead! R.I.P. Your blood freezes as you hear a pack horse's death cry. A pack horse is dead! R.I.P. You are mortally wounded and will die soon if not aided. You are in a pretty bad shape, unable to do anything! You feel a strong ache there! You are dead! Sorry... o W C HP:Awful Mana:Burning>Alas, you realize that yet again the mighty knowledge of drowned Numenor has been lost... Despair settles on you. You don't see any corpse to get things from. s Nah... You feel too relaxed to do that.. * W C HP:Awful>