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A road passing through a barren steppe.
There are two obvious exits: north and southwest.
Xirta arrives with bells jingling from the southwest.
Vaktoth arrives gallantly from the southwest.
Valandil arrives from the southwest.
> There is no obvious exit northeast.
> A road passing through a barren steppe.
There are two obvious exits: north and south.
Xirta arrives with bells jingling from the south.
Vaktoth arrives gallantly from the south.
Valandil arrives from the south.
A road passing through a barren steppe.
There are three obvious exits: northeast, south and northwest.
Xirta arrives with bells jingling from the south.
Vaktoth arrives gallantly from the south.
Valandil arrives from the south.
There is no obvious exit north.
A small campsite.
There is one obvious exit: southeast.
A blue splint mail.
An old sharp-eyed male human.
Xirta arrives with bells jingling from the southeast.
Vaktoth arrives gallantly from the southeast.
Valandil arrives from the southeast.
Alamar arrives from the southeast.
The old sharp-eyed male human whispers: Ah Valkinord! If that fine city had not
been burned to the ground by the dragonarmies, I would still be there.
You feel ready to chop again.
But you aren't in battle with anyone!
You are physically feeling very well and mentally very degraded.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is feeling very well.
Alamar attacks the old sharp-eyed male human.
The old sharp-eyed male human slices a nasty wound along Alamar's hamstring,
incapacitating his leg!
The old sharp-eyed male human whispers: Try running away with that wound fool!
Prepare to die!
You bang your head hard into Alamar's head in an attempt to adjust your
feathered headdress. Alamar looks somewhat puzzled by the blow, and wobbles
unsteadily for a moment much to your amusement.
Hmmmm.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally very degraded.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is feeling very well.
Alamar drinks some of the Gontish grog from the big bottle.
Alamar drinks some of the Gontish grog from the big bottle.
You think: Hey
You are physically feeling very well and mentally very degraded.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is feeling very well.
Alamar murmurs: Hi
Alamar ducks beneath the old sharp-eyed male human's attack, then leaps
forward, slashing at the old sharp-eyed male human's stomach with his crimson
steel longsword!
Alamar's attack lightly wounds the old sharp-eyed male human!
Breaking through the old sharp-eyed male human's guard, Alamar bashes him with
the hilt of his crimson steel longsword.
You claim: we were first.
You admit: moron.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally very degraded.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is slightly hurt.
The old sharp-eyed male human just nicks Alamar's head with his kestrel-
marked longsword.
Alamar grazes the old sharp-eyed male human's left arm with his crimson steel
longsword.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally very degraded.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is somewhat hurt.
Alamar murmurs: You are not fighting him
Alamar scratches the old sharp-eyed male human's body with his crimson steel
longsword.
Alamar murmurs: Right?
You are physically feeling very well and mentally very degraded.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is somewhat hurt.
You stand before a small campfire a short distance from the road. Above, the
moons and stars shine coldly down through clear skies upon the plains, as
insects begin their chorus.
There is one obvious exit: southeast.
A blue splint mail.
Alamar, Valandil, Vaktoth, Xirta and an old sharp-eyed male human.
The old sharp-eyed male human and Alamar are fighting each other.
> The old sharp-eyed male human barely scrapes Alamar's legs with his kestrel-
marked longsword.
You imply: hmm
The old sharp-eyed male human barely scrapes Alamar's body with his kestrel-
marked longsword.
Breaking through the old sharp-eyed male human's guard, Alamar bashes him with
the hilt of his crimson steel longsword.
Alamar just nicks the old sharp-eyed male human's body with his crimson steel
longsword.
Alamar catches the old sharp-eyed male human's weapon with his crimson steel
longsword, and with a twist of his wrist, deflects it to one side. Then he
savagely slashes with his weapon downwards over the old sharp-eyed male human's
chest, and then sideways across his stomach!
Alamar's attack mildly cuts the old sharp-eyed male human!
Alamar scratches the old sharp-eyed male human's body with his crimson steel
longsword.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally very degraded.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is very hurt.
Breaking through the old sharp-eyed male human's guard, Alamar bashes him
with the hilt of his crimson steel longsword.
Alamar murmurs: You may chat here, I won't bother You a lot
The old sharp-eyed male human thrusts at Alamar's body with his kestrel-marked
longsword, but his blue cloak protects him.
You inquire to Valandil: let's kill him?
You are physically feeling very well and mentally very degraded.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is very hurt.
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Alamar giggles merrily.
You stand before a small campfire a short distance from the road. Above, the
moons and stars shine coldly down through clear skies upon the plains, as
insects begin their chorus.
There is one obvious exit: southeast.
A blue splint mail.
Alamar, Valandil, Vaktoth, Xirta and an old sharp-eyed male human.
The old sharp-eyed male human and Alamar are fighting each other.
Alamar raises his brass warhorn to his lips, and blows mightily into it. The
warhorn's deep wail echoes into the distance.
You say to Alamar: I'm serious.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally very degraded.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is very hurt.
The hairs on your neck suddenly rise, followed by an eerie sensation that
makes you reflexively look up into the skies with concern.
Alamar holds his crimson steel longsword at his side, suddenly reversing his
grip on the hilt and lashing outwards at the old sharp-eyed male human with it.
The old sharp-eyed male human avoids Alamar's blow, and he misses by a mile!
You are physically feeling very well and mentally very degraded.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is very hurt.
An adult blue dragon swoops out of the clouds above with a shriek, circling
over the battlefield with cruel interest.
Suddenly the old sharp-eyed male human stiffens. His face turns pale and his
eyes widen.
You are suddenly overcome by a tremendous dragon fear! Your face turns pale.
The blood in your veins run cold.
Suddenly Vaktoth stiffens. His face turns pale and his eyes widen.
Suddenly Valandil stiffens. His face turns pale and his eyes widen.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally very degraded.
The flying adult blue dragon is feeling very well.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is very hurt.
The old sharp-eyed male human just nicks Alamar's body with his kestrel-
marked longsword.
Alamar grazes the old sharp-eyed male human's head with his crimson steel
longsword.
Alamar barely scrapes the old sharp-eyed male human's body with his crimson
steel longsword.
Alamar barely scrapes the old sharp-eyed male human's left arm with his
crimson steel longsword.
Alamar slashes at the old sharp-eyed male human's left arm, scoring a minor
flesh wound.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally very degraded.
The flying adult blue dragon is feeling very well.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is in a very bad shape.
The old sharp-eyed male human scratches Alamar's legs with his kestrel-marked
longsword.
You expertly attempt Soothe.
The old sharp-eyed male human barely scrapes Alamar's body with his kestrel-
marked longsword.
You play a soothing melody for the old sharp-eyed male human.
You expertly attempt Soothe.
Alamar drinks some of the Gontish grog from the big bottle.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in a bad shape.
The flying adult blue dragon is feeling very well.
Alamar is hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is in a bad shape.
Alamar barely scrapes the old sharp-eyed male human's body with his crimson
steel longsword.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in a bad shape.
The flying adult blue dragon is feeling very well.
Alamar is hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is in a bad shape.
Alamar ducks beneath the old sharp-eyed male human's attack, then leaps
forward, slashing at the old sharp-eyed male human's stomach with his crimson
steel longsword!
Alamar's attack mildly cuts the old sharp-eyed male human!
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in a bad shape.
The flying adult blue dragon is feeling very well.
Alamar is hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is in a very bad shape.
Alamar slashes at the old sharp-eyed male human's legs, cutting a painful
wound with his crimson steel longsword.
You play a soothing melody for the old sharp-eyed male human.
Alamar scratches the old sharp-eyed male human's head with his crimson steel
longsword.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally indisposed.
The flying adult blue dragon is feeling very well.
Alamar is hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is terribly hurt.
Alamar giggles merrily.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally indisposed.
The flying adult blue dragon is feeling very well.
Alamar is hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is terribly hurt.
You conceed: Moron.
A noble magnetic male human arrives from the southeast.
Suddenly the noble magnetic male human stiffens. His face turns pale and his
eyes widen.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally indisposed.
The noble magnetic male human is feeling very well.
The flying adult blue dragon is feeling very well.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is terribly hurt.
Alamar murmurs: That will be intresting
With a powerful swing of his crimson steel longsword, Alamar opens a crippling
wound in the old sharp-eyed male human's body.
The old sharp-eyed male human spins his longsword rapidly before Alamar, then
makes a skillful thrust at him, his kestrel-marked longsword slicing a shallow
wound in his right arm.
Alamar barely scrapes the old sharp-eyed male human's head with his crimson
steel longsword.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally indisposed.
The noble magnetic male human is feeling very well.
The flying adult blue dragon is feeling very well.
Alamar is hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is barely alive.
He is a noble magnetic male human.
He has a scar on his nose.
He is of normal length and lean for a human.
He looks like the image of perfection.
He seems to be feeling very well.
He is cheering enthusiastically.
He has a refined aura.
He has white skin.
He is wearing a black leather backpack (open), a pair of blue leggings and a
dusty cloak.
He has the brutal scars of a Gladiator.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally indisposed.
The noble magnetic male human is feeling very well.
The flying adult blue dragon is feeling very well.
Alamar is hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The old sharp-eyed male human is barely alive.
Alamar grazes the old sharp-eyed male human's body with his crimson steel
longsword.
The old sharp-eyed male human just nicks Alamar's right arm with his kestrel-
marked longsword.
Alamar smiles happily at the noble magnetic male human.
In shock, the old sharp-eyed male human clutches at his body after Alamar deals
him a mortal wound. You notice in morbid fascination a great deal of blood
starting to pool around the old sharp-eyed male human.
Alamar holds his crimson steel longsword at his side, suddenly reversing his
grip on the hilt and lashing outwards at the old sharp-eyed male human with it.
Alamar's attack fatally wounds the old sharp-eyed male human!
The old sharp-eyed male human stares in stunned silence at the fatal wound left
by the flash of Alamar's blade.
As the old sharp-eyed male human hovers on the verge of death, Alamar strikes
forward with his crimson steel longsword. The old sharp-eyed male human's head
rolls backwards off his neck in response, and hits the ground a moment before
the rest of his body.
The old sharp-eyed male human died.
Alamar killed him.
> Alamar gets a human head.
Alamar drops a human head.
You get a kestrel-marked longsword from the decapitated corpse of a human.
You stand before a small campfire a short distance from the road. Above, the
moons and stars shine coldly down through clear skies upon the plains, as
insects begin their chorus.
There is one obvious exit: southeast.
A human head, a decapitated corpse of a human and a blue splint mail.
A noble magnetic male human, a flying adult blue dragon, Alamar, Valandil,
Vaktoth and Xirta.
The noble magnetic male human asks Alamar something.
You tug at your beard thoughtfully.
Alamar goes hmmmm at you.
Alamar drinks some of the Gontish grog from the big bottle.
The adult blue dragon soars up into the sky and disappears.
Your fear eases. You think you have shaken off the dragon fear.
Vaktoth seems to have shaken off the dragon fear.
Valandil seems to have shaken off the dragon fear.
The noble magnetic male human seems to have shaken off the dragon fear.
You mutter to Alamar: As I said. We were first here.
Alamar murmurs: Why do You took my sword
Xirta ponders the situation.
Alamar murmurs: You were not for fighting
You conceed: We just entered.
Xirta gives Vaktoth a meaningful look.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally indisposed.
The noble magnetic male human is feeling very well.
Alamar is hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
The noble magnetic male human passes into limbo.
Vaktoth gives Xirta a meaningful look.
You think to Alamar: And I should have killed you.
You stand before a small campfire a short distance from the road. Above, the
moons and stars shine coldly down through clear skies upon the plains, as
insects begin their chorus.
There is one obvious exit: southeast.
A human head, a decapitated corpse of a human and a blue splint mail.
Alamar, Valandil, Vaktoth and Xirta.
Alamar hits you with his knee below your belt!
You double over and fall to the ground, writhing in excrutiating pain,
feeling like you may throw up everything you have eaten!
You are physically feeling very well and mentally indisposed.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
You claim: hmm
Alamar is a blue-eyed muscular male goblin, presenting himself as:
Alamar the Dragon Highmaster and Master Armourer of the Blue Dragonarmy and
High Blademaster of Khalakhor, champion, male goblin.
He has scars on his left leg, right leg, nose, left arm, right arm, left hand,
right hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek.
He is extremely tall and lean for a goblin.
He looks hideous.
He seems to be somewhat hurt.
He is wielding a crimson steel longsword in his right hand.
A small gold chain of eight links is suspended from the left side of his
collar, down to the throat.
He is smiling happily.
He has bronze skin.
His hair is neck length, black and obscuring the left eye.
He is wearing a silver serpentine ring, a pair of blackened steel bracers, a
maroon dragon scale, a pair of blue shin guards, a small gold chain, a
green steel helm, a golden platemail, a black canvas backpack (open) and a
blue cloak.
He has fluorescent sapphire blue eyes.
Alamar murmurs to you: Kozel
You ask Vaktoth: zabijamy go?
You stand before a small campfire a short distance from the road. Above, the
moons and stars shine coldly down through clear skies upon the plains, as
insects begin their chorus.
There is one obvious exit: southeast.
A human head, a decapitated corpse of a human and a blue splint mail.
Alamar, Valandil, Vaktoth and Xirta.
You ask Valandil: zabijamy go?
Vaktoth gives you a meaningful look but you are at a loss to work out just
what it means!
Valandil gives Xirta a meaningful look.
Valandil gives Xirta a meaningful look.
Alamar murmurs to you: we will meet oneday
Xirta gives Valandil a meaningful look.
You mention: Sure.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in a bad shape.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
You ask Valandil: zabic go?
> You are physically feeling very well and mentally in a bad shape.
Alamar is somewhat hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
Alamar murmurs: You wont attack me now, pizda s zplatami
Vaktoth gives Valandil a meaningful look.
Valandil gives Xirta a meaningful look.
You attack Alamar.
Yes, yes.
> Alamar drinks some of the Gontish grog from the big bottle.
You prepare to take a mighty swing at Alamar.
> Xirta assists you and attacks Alamar.
Valandil assists you and attacks Alamar.
Vaktoth assists you and attacks Alamar.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in a bad shape.
Alamar is slightly hurt.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
> Xirta pounces deftly and thrusts her blackened bastardsword at Alamar, poking
his right arm slightly.
Valandil pounces deftly and drives his wooden silver-tipped spear at Alamar,
poking his head slightly.
You are now hunting Alamar.
Alamar leaves southeast.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in a bad shape.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
A road passing through a barren steppe.
There are three obvious exits: northeast, south and northwest.
Alamar.
You are fighting Alamar.
You attack Alamar.
Xirta arrives with bells jingling from the northwest.
Xirta attacks Alamar.
Vaktoth arrives gallantly from the northwest.
Vaktoth attacks Alamar.
Valandil arrives from the northwest.
Valandil attacks Alamar.
> Vaktoth pounces deftly and rams his solamnian broadsword at Alamar, spiking
his head stingingly.
Patience! You have not yet recovered from your last attack!
Your racial hatred of Alamar gives you renewed strength!
You swing furiously at Alamar, slamming the face of your corrupted mithril axe
into Alamar's body.
Valandil just nicks Alamar's head with his wooden silver-tipped spear.
Vaktoth thrusts at Alamar's body with his solamnian broadsword, but his golden
platemail protects him.
Vaktoth grazes his shimmering longsword along Alamar's body.
Xirta massacres Alamar with her blackened bastardsword.
You just nick Alamar's body with your corrupted mithril axe.
You feel a big shift in the market as Ellestra enters the world of Genesis.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in a bad shape.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
Alamar is hurt.
Valandil jabs Alamar lightly with his wooden silver-tipped spear, nicking his
right arm.
Xirta pounces deftly and lunges her blackened bastardsword at Alamar, stabbing
his body adeptly.
Valandil pounces deftly and forces his wooden silver-tipped spear at Alamar,
poking his legs slightly.
Alamar scratches Vaktoth's right arm with his crimson steel longsword.
You are now hunting Alamar.
Alamar leaves northeast.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in a bad shape.
Valandil is feeling very well.
Vaktoth is feeling very well.
Xirta is feeling very well.
A road passing through a barren steppe.
There are two obvious exits: northeast and southwest.
You are fighting Alamar.
Xirta arrives with bells jingling from the southwest.
Vaktoth arrives gallantly from the southwest.
Valandil arrives from the southwest.
A road passing through a barren steppe.
There are two obvious exits: northeast and southwest.
You are fighting Alamar.
Xirta arrives with bells jingling from the southwest.
Vaktoth arrives gallantly from the southwest.
Valandil arrives from the southwest.
A road passing through a barren steppe.
There are two obvious exits: north and southwest.
You are fighting Alamar.
Xirta arrives with bells jingling from the southwest.
Vaktoth arrives gallantly from the southwest.
Valandil arrives from the southwest.
