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You step into the largest of the tents.
Inside a Haradrim tent.
There is one obvious exit: out.
A corpse of a menacing dark-skinned male human, [a long black arrow] and [two
long black arrows].
A terrible dark-skinned male human.
Someone and the terrible dark-skinned male human are fighting each other.
V. arrives.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
V. is feeling very well.
The terrible dark-skinned male human is in a bad shape.
You giggle amusedly.
You reveal two long black arrows.
You reveal the long black arrow.
The canvas roof of this tent is high above you. It is cleaner than the other
tents and appears to belong to someone of importance. A cot and a table are set
up in the tent. Some clothes are stacked in a corner. A brazier gives off some
heat and masks the smell of the camp.
There is one obvious exit: out.
A corpse of a menacing dark-skinned male human, a long black arrow and two long
black arrows.
V., a young elusive female human and a terrible dark-skinned male human.
The young elusive female human and the terrible dark-skinned male human are
fighting each other.
The young elusive female human peers quizzically at you.
In the Haradrim part of the camp.
There are four obvious exits: north, south, east and west.
(...)
You barely scrape the barbaric dark-skinned male human's legs with your old
azure-bladed longsword.
Someone bellows to you: If you are smart, you will not repeat that
You shrug helplessly.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
V. is feeling very well.
The terrible dark-skinned male human is feeling very well.
Someone bellows: Its up to you, I am just telling you I will not accept it
(...)
The message from Freya says:
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You know very well what you did.
As for me threating you, I do not think me telling you to stop acting a fool is
considered a threat.
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On any line you can give .. to end, or ~q to abort the message.
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-->What did I? Reveal 4 arrows with a lit up lamp in my hand?
-->Or giggle in the same room with an undead who was killing
-->other undead's "army"?
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-->Please try to come up with a better reason if you HAVE
-->to threaten me.
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--> Lau
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You give your message to the adventuresome hobbit messenger. He happily takes
it and runs off to deliver it.
The message from Freya says:
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You truly are a fool, Laurel.
I will not waste any more time on you, as your a lost cause.
The very same reason that will get you rejected from the Rangers once again.
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the next log I think I posted somewhere already ... but not in this section it seems
this one is not edited, so the "someone" (instead of "Someone") is from the old vampire code ...
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You successfully throw a shower of sand into the eyes of the huge lord goblin.
He looks blinded!
With a shriek, you run into the huge lord goblin, slamming him with your silver
spiked targa.
The huge lord goblin struggles to keep his footing.
The huge lord goblin seems to have recovered from the slam attack.
You hear a bloodcurdling scream from somewhere nearby.
Someone enters room through secret door.
Someone attacks you!
You can't see anything here.
You can't see anything here.
You do not feel ready to attempt another brawl yet.
Patience! You are not ready to slam your opponent yet!
You light an iron oil-lamp.
Someone smashes a transparent blue globe against the ground.
The globe shatters and starts to emit a thick blue smoke, which quickly
obscures your vision.
Someone smashes a transparent blue globe against the ground.
The globe shatters and starts to emit a thick blue smoke, which quickly
obscures your vision.
Someone scrapes her something along your lower left leg.
someone is moving with such celerity that you miss your chance to strike at
her.
Someone thrusts at your body with his something, but your something protects
you.
The smoke everywhere makes it impossible to see.
You once again feel ready to try a brawl.
You prepare to brawl someone.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even
break the skin.
You speak in a hushed voice: Ou yeah
You wrap your hand around the hilt of the jagged black scimitar.
The spike in the targa cuts someone in the left armpit as you fend off her
attack!
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
Someone grazes your head with his something.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
The Goblin Lord completely blocks the exit with his body, preventing you from
passing.
Someone stops you!
Someone rubs his eyes, and seems to have cleared them of sand!
Someone glares at you with hatred in his sore eyes.
Someone barely touches your right arm with her something.
The smoke everywhere makes it impossible to see.
You skillfully deliver a painful blow to someone's hand!
Someone stops wielding her something.
Someone strikes at your body with her left foot, but your something protects
you.
A humble voice announces: 'Greetings Laurel, my master.'
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
Someone thrusts at your body with his something, but your something protects
you.
You speak in a hushed voice: Great!
Someone strikes at your body with her right fist, but your something protects
you.
The spike in the targa stabs someone in the groin as you fend off her attack!
Someone strikes at your body with her right foot, but your something protects
you.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You feel like you could slam someone again!
You cackle with glee.
You prepare to slam someone with your silver spiked targa.
Someone puts a basket-hilt falchion into her something.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You do not feel ready to attempt another brawl yet.
Someone thrusts at your legs with his something, but your something protects
you.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
The spike in the targa skewers someone in the neck as you fend off her attack!
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
Someone strikes at your legs with her left knee, but your something protects
you.
Someone rushes by you, her extended claws slashing your legs.
You narrowly miss someone with your jagged black scimitar.
The huge lord goblin strikes your jagged black scimitar with his standard
halberd leaving your jagged black scimitar somewhat damaged from the blow.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
someone is moving with such celerity that you miss your chance to strike at
her.
You do not feel ready to attempt another brawl yet.
Someone lightly bruises your right arm with her right foot.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
Someone ducks low and savagely slashes upwards, raking your legs.
Someone swings at your body with his something, but your something protects
you.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
You once again feel ready to try a brawl.
The spike in the targa stabs someone in the groin as you fend off her attack!
Someone tickles your left arm with her claws.
You prepare to brawl someone.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The magical power coursing through your veins slowly but surely draws your
life force away...
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
Someone thrusts at your body with his something, but your something protects
you.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
Someone strikes at your body with her right foot, but your something protects
you.
Someone strikes at your legs with her left knee, but your something protects
you.
You successfully throw a shower of sand into the eyes of someone. She looks
blinded!
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The smoke clears away.
The smoke clears away.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The huge lord goblin is somewhat hurt.
The spike in the targa cuts someone in the groin as you fend off her attack!
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The huge lord goblin is somewhat hurt.
The spike in the targa impales someone in the groin as you fend off her
attack!
Someone strikes at your legs with her left fist, but your great mithril
chainmail protects you.
You speak in a hushed voice: Nice invis
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even
break the skin.
Someone strikes at your legs with her right foot, but your silver spiked targa
protects you.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The huge lord goblin is somewhat hurt.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even
break the skin.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The huge lord goblin is somewhat hurt.
someone is moving with such celerity that you miss your chance to strike at
her.
The dark green sack is already open.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even
break the skin.
You feel like you could slam someone again!
You prepare to slam someone with your silver spiked targa.
Someone strikes at your body with her left fist, but your great mithril
chainmail protects you.
You once again feel ready to try a brawl.
You prepare to brawl someone.
You get two handfuls of small purple berries from your dark green sack (open).
You eat two handfuls of small purple berries.
As you eat the purple berries, a terrible bitter taste fills your mouth.
You gag.
Your stomach feels a bit queasy.
As you eat the purple berries, a terrible bitter taste fills your mouth.
You gag.
Your stomach feels a bit queasy.
You tear a shallow wound into the legs of the human with the jagged black
scimitar.
The jewel on the jagged black scimitar pulsates brighter as your blow connects.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The young elusive female human is feeling very well.
The huge lord goblin is somewhat hurt.
The young elusive female human slashes at your legs with her claws but
misses.
How rude, farting!
You feel the nutritional benefits of the herb going to work in your body.
Excuse yourself! You burp rudely.
Your breath smells awful.
The spike in the targa slashes the young elusive female human in the guts as
you fend off her attack!
The young elusive female human rubs her eyes, and seems to have cleared them of
sand!
The young elusive female human slashes at your legs with her claws, but the
attack doesn't even break the skin.
You successfully throw a shower of sand into the eyes of the young elusive
female human. She looks blinded!
You are now hunting the young elusive female human.
The young elusive female human leaves out.
You turn to attack the huge lord goblin.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
The huge lord goblin stops you!
You tear a shallow wound into the legs of the goblin with the jagged black
scimitar.
The jewel on the jagged black scimitar pulsates brighter as your blow connects.
You release your grip upon the jagged black scimitar.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The huge lord goblin is somewhat hurt.
You feel like you could slam someone again!
You prepare to slam the huge lord goblin with your silver spiked targa.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The huge lord goblin is somewhat hurt.
This big hall is very different from other parts of caves. It is surprisingly
clean and well lit by many torches. Somehow you can guess that not every goblin
is allowed into this place. Maybe the Goblin Lord himself lives here. To the
north is a door that leads back to the tunnels.
There are two obvious exits: east and out.
An empty oil-flask.
A huge lord goblin.
You are in combat with the huge lord goblin.
You once again feel ready to try a brawl.
You prepare to brawl the huge lord goblin.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The huge lord goblin is somewhat hurt.
With a shriek, you run into the huge lord goblin, slamming him with your
silver spiked targa.
The huge lord goblin struggles to keep his footing.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The huge lord goblin is hurt.
You successfully throw a shower of sand into the eyes of the huge lord
goblin. He looks blinded!
You are still somewhat out of balance from your last brawl.
The huge lord goblin seems to have recovered from the slam attack.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
The huge lord goblin just nicks your body with his standard halberd.
The young elusive female human enters room through secret door.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The young elusive female human is feeling very well.
The huge lord goblin is hurt.
The young elusive female human attacks you!
Excuse yourself! You burp rudely.
Your breath smells awful.
You feel a little bilious.
You wrap your hand around the hilt of the jagged black scimitar.
The young elusive female human smashes a transparent blue globe against the
ground.
The globe shatters and starts to emit a thick blue smoke, which quickly
obscures your vision.
Someone jabs your throat with her something.
Someone smashes a transparent blue globe against the ground.
The globe shatters and starts to emit a thick blue smoke, which quickly
obscures your vision.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
Someone thrusts at your body with his something, but your something protects
you.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
The magical power coursing through your veins slowly but surely draws your
life force away...
Someone scrapes her something along your face.
A humble voice announces: 'Greetings Laurel, my master.'
Someone dodges to the side and gashes your legs with a spinning slash.
You are physically somewhat hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
The spike in the targa jabs someone in the guts as you fend off his attack!
Someone thrusts at your body with his something, but your something protects
you.
Someone cuts open a small wound in your body with her something.
Someone rends your legs with a lightning cross-slash.
You are physically hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
Someone jabs your right arm with her something.
Someone gets many patches of crimson lichen from her something.
You start concentrating, focusing on the essence of the Valar in the nature
around you.
You once again feel ready to try a brawl.
You prepare to brawl someone.
The spike in the targa stabs someone in the right arm as you fend off his
attack!
Someone scratches your body with his something.
About you there is a rush of air and force. A thousand dove's wings brush
against you.
You can hear the cooing of many doves.
The cooing of the doves and the tickle of their feathers distracts you.
The spike in the targa jabs someone in the neck as you fend off her attack!
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
Someone barely touches your lower right arm with her something.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You feel like you could slam someone again!
You prepare to slam someone with your silver spiked targa.
Someone smashes a transparent blue globe against the ground.
The globe shatters and starts to emit a thick blue smoke, which quickly
obscures your vision.
You start concentrating, focusing on the essence of the Valar in the nature
around you.
Someone rubs his eyes, and seems to have cleared them of sand!
Someone glares at you with hatred in his sore eyes.
Someone rakes your right arm with his something.
You are physically feeling rather hurt and mentally slightly degraded.
About you there is a rush of air and force. A thousand dove's wings brush
against you.
You can hear the cooing of many doves.
Your attempt to brawl someone fails miserably, and you stumble to regain your
balance.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
Someone barely touches your right arm with her something.
The spike in the targa skewers someone in the left arm as you fend off her
attack!
You use the virtues of the red heart-shaped flower in an attempt to heal
yourself.
You feel someone answering your prayer.
Strange energies flow through your wounds, and you feel healthier!
Luckily you manage to keep all ingredients intact.
With a shriek, you run past someone, missing her with your silver spiked targa.
You start concentrating, focusing on the essence of the Valar in the nature
around you.
Someone barely scrapes your head with his something.
About you there is a rush of air and force. A thousand dove's wings brush
against you.
You can hear the cooing of many doves.
The cooing of the doves and the tickle of their feathers distracts you.
The spike in the targa stabs someone in the face as you fend off her attack!
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You are physically feeling rather hurt and mentally somewhat degraded.
You start concentrating, focusing on the essence of the Valar in the nature
around you.
About you there is a rush of air and force. A thousand dove's wings brush
against you.
You can hear the cooing of many doves.
The cooing of the doves and the tickle of their feathers distracts you.
Someone smashes a transparent blue globe against the ground.
The globe shatters and starts to emit a thick blue smoke, which quickly
obscures your vision.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
Someone barely scrapes your left arm with his something.
Someone nicks your body with her something.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You are physically very hurt and mentally somewhat degraded.
The spike in the targa skewers someone in the face as you fend off her
attack!
Someone rushes by you, her extended claws rending your legs.
How rude, farting!
A smelly cloud fills the room.
How rude, farting!
A smelly cloud fills the room.
Someone scrapes her something along your stomach.
The huge lord goblin strikes your jagged black scimitar with his standard
halberd leaving your jagged black scimitar somewhat damaged from the blow.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
Wimpy at: 'Brave'
You hear a bloodcurdling scream from somewhere nearby.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
Someone pierces your lower right arm with her something.
You start concentrating, focusing on the essence of the Valar in the nature
around you.
You are physically very hurt and mentally somewhat degraded.
About you there is a rush of air and force. A thousand dove's wings brush
against you.
You can hear the cooing of many doves.
The cooing of the doves and the tickle of their feathers distracts you.
You once again feel ready to try a brawl.
You prepare to brawl someone.
The spike in the targa slashes someone in the right thigh as you fend off her
attack!
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
The smoke clears away.
Someone barely touches your right shoulder with her something.
The smoke clears away.
The smoke clears away.
You are physically in a bad shape and mentally somewhat degraded.
Someone smashes a transparent blue globe against the ground.
The globe shatters and starts to emit a thick blue smoke, which quickly
obscures your vision.
You are physically in a bad shape and mentally somewhat degraded.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
Someone swings at your legs with his something, but your something protects
you.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You are physically very hurt and mentally somewhat degraded.
Someone cuts open a small wound in your body with her something.
You start concentrating, focusing on the essence of the Valar in the nature
around you.
Someone rushes by you, her extended claws rending your legs.
The burning iron oil-lamp is already lit.
You successfully throw a shower of sand into the eyes of someone. She looks
blinded!
About you there is a rush of air and force. A thousand dove's wings brush
against you.
You can hear the cooing of many doves.
The cooing of the doves and the tickle of their feathers distracts you.
You fill the oil-lamp with as much lamp-oil as it can hold.
You are physically in a very bad shape and mentally degraded.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
You are physically in a very bad shape and mentally degraded.
Someone ducks low and savagely slashes upwards, rending your legs.
You feel like you could slam someone again!
someone is moving with such celerity that you miss your chance to strike at
her.
You start concentrating, focusing on the essence of the Valar in the nature
around you.
The spike in the targa impales someone in the right thigh as you fend off his
attack!
Someone swings at your legs with his something, but your something protects
you.
You hear a bloodcurdling scream from somewhere nearby.
You are physically terribly hurt and mentally degraded.
About you there is a rush of air and force. A thousand dove's wings brush
against you.
You can hear the cooing of many doves.
The cooing of the doves and the tickle of their feathers distracts you.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You are physically terribly hurt and mentally degraded.
Someone jabs your body with her something.
Someone slices your chest with her something.
You are physically terribly hurt and mentally degraded.
The huge lord goblin strikes your jagged black scimitar with his standard
halberd leaving your jagged black scimitar somewhat damaged from the blow.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
Someone slashes at your legs with her claws, but the attack doesn't even break
the skin.
You are physically terribly hurt and mentally degraded.
The smoke clears away.
Someone barely touches your right arm with her something.
You are physically terribly hurt and mentally degraded.
The spike in the targa stabs someone in the head as you fend off her attack!
Someone ducks low and savagely slashes upwards, rending your legs.
You are physically barely alive and mentally degraded.
You swing the jagged black scimitar harmlessly through the air.
Someone scratches your head with his something.
Someone buries her something into your right arm.
You once again feel ready to try a brawl.
You prepare to brawl someone.
You start concentrating, focusing on the essence of the Valar in the nature
around you.
You are physically at death's door and mentally degraded.
Someone rushes by you, her extended claws rending your legs.
You remove the flaming-red pelt.
You remove the silver spiked targa.
You remove the shiny silver ring.
You remove the feathered headdress.
You remove the great mithril chainmail.
Your lifeless fingers relax their grip on the jagged black scimitar.
You remove the black silken sash (open).
You remove the dark green sack (open).
You die.
