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---- Recall start ----
You can barely eat more and drink a lot more.
You are intoxicated.
You are blessed.
You are burdened.
You are 134 days 6 hours 23 minutes 38 seconds of age.
On the float.
There is one obvious exit: up.
You beat on the metal pipe with the basket-hilt falchion!
Nothing happens, maybe you should try later.
You can't hide any better than this!
A wooden boat drifts into view and lands gently on the beach.
You board the sturdy wooden boat.
On the boat.
It's too difficult to hide in here, you're visible again.
You drop sausage into the water.
As you drop the food into the water, the creatures eyes glow brighter. It
lunges for the food, flashing its sharp teeth.
The beast dives deeply catching the food.
The water around the boat churns briefly.
This sturdy wooden boat doesn't have any oars or sails. A few seats are built
into the hull, looking well made and even comfortable. It floats high on the
calm water, bobbing slightly.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally degraded.
You feel extremely secure and extremely alert.
You can barely eat more and drink a lot more.
You are somewhat intoxicated.
You are blessed.
You are burdened.
You are 134 days 6 hours 24 minutes 10 seconds of age.
This sturdy wooden boat doesn't have any oars or sails. A few seats are built
into the hull, looking well made and even comfortable. It floats high on the
calm water, bobbing slightly.
The boat rushes towards the open sea pulled by some great force.
The boat moves fast ahead, leaving behind a trail of white foam.
This sturdy wooden boat doesn't have any oars or sails. A few seats are built
into the hull, looking well made and even comfortable. It floats high on the
calm water, bobbing slightly.
You are a lanky furry male hobbit, presenting yourself as:
Barl Grubb, hero, male hobbit.
You have scars on your left leg, right leg, nose, left arm, right arm, left
hand, right hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek.
You are wielding a basket-hilt falchion in your right hand.
You are showing a wealthy grin.
You are wearing your insignia of the crimson kestrel, the mark of a
Swordsmaster of the Realms.
You are wearing a frilly white shirt, a beautiful ruby-encrusted platinum
torque, a short white cape, a small white shield, a pair of leather gloves,
a small silver club and a small white helmet.
Your hair is short, golden brown and tight curled.
You have big forest green eyes.
You are wearing the small silver club-brooch on your chest.
You are tall and of normal width for a hobbit.
You look coarse.
You are feeling very well.
You have extremely furry feet.
Someone wears the black-gem ring.
Someone wears the silver and onyx ring.
Someone wears the silver serpentine ring.
Someone wears the silver mermaid ring.
Someone joined the team of someone.
Darkness suddenly engulfs you!
Someone opens the suede leather scrip.
Someone opens the suede leather scrip.
The boat lunges forward momentarily, then glides along the water.
Someone attacks you!
You feign an attack with your basket-hilt falchion, distracting someone as you
attempt to create a hole in her defence.
Someone attacks you!
You are already preparing to attack.
You are already preparing to attack.
Someone cuts open a small wound in your body with her something.
Someone cuts open a small wound in your head with his something.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally degraded.
Someone barely touches your right leg with her something.
Someone scrapes his something along your left shoulder.
You graze your something along someone's left leg.
Someone leaps your defences, savagely rending your head.
Someone dodges to the side and rends your left arm with a spinning slash.
It is too dark to see.
Someone cuts open a small wound in your chest with her something.
Unable to see your opponent, you fail to connect with your basket-hilt
falchion.
You are physically feeling rather hurt and mentally degraded.
Someone slices your face with his something.
It is too dark to see.
Someone jabs your left leg with her something.
Someone pierces your face with his something.
Someone ducks low and savagely slashes upwards, rending your head.
You are physically in a very bad shape and mentally degraded.
Someone leaps ferociously upon you and rends your left arm with a powerful
scissor-slash.
The boat lunges forward momentarily, then glides along the water.
Someone slices your body with her something.
You barely touch someone's right shoulder with your something.
It is too dark to see.
Someone drives his something into your body, opening a large wound.
It is too dark to see.
There is no obvious exit south.
There is no obvious exit west.
There is no obvious exit east.
There is no obvious exit up.
There is no obvious exit down.
There is no obvious exit north.
Your legs tried to run away, but failed.
Someone ducks low and savagely slashes upwards, rending your left arm.
Wanna go for a swim or what?
Someone drives her something into your chest, opening a very serious wound.
Wanna go for a swim or what?
Wanna go for a swim or what?
Someone buries his something into your right shoulder.
Wanna go for a swim or what?
Wanna go for a swim or what?
Wanna go for a swim or what?
Wanna go for a swim or what?
There is no obvious exit south.
There is no obvious exit west.
There is no obvious exit east.
There is no obvious exit up.
There is no obvious exit down.
There is no obvious exit north.
Your legs tried to run away, but failed.
Wanna go for a swim or what?
Someone tears into your body with her something.
Someone leaps your defences, savagely rending your head.
You remove the pair of leather gloves.
You remove the short white cape.
You stop wielding the basket-hilt falchion.
You remove the frilly white shirt.
You remove the small white helmet.
You remove the small white shield.
You die.
You have a strange feeling.
You can see your own dead body from above.
Wanna go for a swim or what?
Someone gets a black diamond, a violet spinel and a green chrysoprase from
the something.
You see a dark hooded man standing beside your corpse.
He is wiping the bloody blade of a wicked-looking scythe with slow, measured
motions. Suddenly he stops and seems to look straight at you with his empty...
no, not empty but... orbs....
Death says: COME WITH ME, MORTAL ONE!
He reaches for you, and suddenly you find yourself in another place.
You feel able to attack again.
That is impossible in your immaterial state.
Death says: IT IS TIME.
---- Recall end ----