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> The bright morning sun shines down upon the land. A warm breeze blows through the air, giving you no relief from the summer heat. You stand in the south corner of the troll encampment. The ground here has been covered with leaves, and skins from various creatures. A few bones lie scattered to one of the sides. A few trees seem to give the trolls a bit of shade from the hot sun. The only exit out of here is to the north.
There is one obvious exit: south.
A corpse of a muscular snarling forest troll and a corpse of a snarling horrid forest troll.
A drooling repulsive forest troll, a quiet long-haired male human, Irk, a lurking forceful forest troll and a large dangerous forest troll.
The drooling repulsive forest troll, with the assistance of a lurking forceful forest troll and a large dangerous forest troll, and Irk, aided by a quiet long-haired male human are fighting each other.
Chanele arrives from the south.
> Irk is a massive blond-bearded male dwarf, presenting himself as:
Irk the Mighty Rockfriend, Mythical Battlerager of the Neidar Clan and Shieldwall Commander of Iron Delving, myth, male dwarf.
He has scars on his left leg, left hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek.
He is wielding a holy crystal axe in his right hand.
He is nodding solemnly.
He is wearing the dwarven-steel buckler brooch with the symbol of two twin peaks attached to his left shoulder.
He is a Renowned Sea Captain of Genesis.
He is wearing a dragon turtle shell, a midnight black platemail, a large dwarven backpack (open), a silver serpentine ring, a golden star ring, a silver mermaid ring, a flaming-red pelt, a pair of black boots, a bone flute, a dark amulet of the storm, an open qarraba, a supple leather belt, a shining diamond-encrusted crystal torque, a newbie helper pin and a great black skull.
He has demonic blue eyes.
His hair is medium length, blond and wavy.
He is a member of the Neidar Clan.
He looks cultivated.
He is very tall and of normal width for a dwarf.
He looks like the image of perfection.
He is fighting the drooling repulsive forest troll.
He seems to be slightly hurt.
He is wearing a majestic beard.
He is wearing his plain platinum pin, identifying him as a Wise Person of Genesis.
He is gallantly carrying a money-sack over the shoulder, which indicates that He is a Big Shot of the Rich Men's Club.
> He is a quiet long-haired male human.
He has scars on his left leg, right leg, nose, left arm, right arm, left hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek.
He is wielding a mithril-bladed battleaxe in both hands.
He is short and lean for a human.
He looks like the image of perfection.
He is fighting the drooling repulsive forest troll.
He seems to be feeling very well.
He is grinning merrily.
He has orc green skin.
He is wearing a pair of silvery bracers, a great black skull, an unusual sparkly blue cloak, a flawless onyx ring, a silver mermaid ring, an iron cuirasse, a glorious steel necklace, a dark amulet of the storm, a shining onyx-encrusted crystal torque, an ancient mithril chainmail and a pair of ancient steel greaves.
He has the mark of a Pirate of the Bloodsea.
He has the brutal scars of a Gladiator.
> The bright morning sun shines down upon the land. A warm breeze blows through the air, giving you no relief from the summer heat. You stand in the south corner of the troll encampment. The ground here has been covered with leaves, and skins from various creatures. A few bones lie scattered to one of the sides. A few trees seem to give the trolls a bit of shade from the hot sun. The only exit out of here is to the north.
There is one obvious exit: south.
A corpse of a muscular snarling forest troll and a corpse of a snarling horrid forest troll.
Chanele, a drooling repulsive forest troll, a quiet long-haired male human, Irk, a lurking forceful forest troll and a large dangerous forest troll.
The drooling repulsive forest troll, with the assistance of a lurking forceful forest troll and a large dangerous forest troll, and Irk, aided by a quiet long-haired male human are fighting each other.
> You drink some of the 60 Draughts Doom from the big bottle.
> The quiet long-haired male human drinks some of the dozen imported roke beers from the big bottle.
Irk removes his belt and swings it towards the drooling repulsive forest troll and beats him up with it, hurting him severely.
Attack Irk?!? Please confirm by trying again.
> Doing: assist troll
You assist the drooling repulsive forest troll and attack Irk.
> The quiet long-haired male human attacks you!
Your muscles tense as you prepare to slash.
> Chanele assists the drooling repulsive forest troll and attacks Irk.
Why not just summon a dragon?
> You are already preparing to slash.
> You are already fighting Irk.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> Why not just summon a dragon?
> The darkness of the runes surrounding you seems to intensify as it absorbs the force of Irk's blow.
You are already fighting Irk.
> You are physically feeling very well and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> The quiet long-haired male human strikes you with his charge.
You feel dazed.
You are physically slightly hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> The quiet long-haired male human lightly bruises your body with his mithril-bladed battleaxe.
You lightly bruise Irk's legs with your gigantic steel broadsword.
You are already preparing to slash.
> You are physically slightly hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> You drink some of the 60 Draughts Doom from the big bottle.
> You are physically slightly hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> As you strike at Irk, he sidesteps your swing and pushes you out of balance.
Irk swings at your legs with his holy crystal axe, but you dodge his attack.
The quiet long-haired male human scratches your head with his mithril-bladed battleaxe.
Noticing an opening in Irk's defenses, you launch your attack. Too late you realize that Irk was faking it, as he charges into you with his shoulder.
You are physically somewhat hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> Irk roars a dwarven challenge to the heavens, as he stubbornly focuses on taking the hits and blows of his opponents.
You are physically somewhat hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> The quiet long-haired male human raises his bottle as he charges straight at you. Luckily, in his drunken haste he misses you by a mile.
You are physically somewhat hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> The quiet long-haired male human swings at your legs with his mithril-bladed battleaxe, but your midnight black platemail protects you.
As you strike at Irk, he sidesteps your swing and pushes you out of balance.
The quiet long-haired male human drinks some of the dozen imported roke beers from the big bottle.
You are physically somewhat hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> With a roar, Irk charges past you, missing you with his dragon turtle shell.
You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are physically somewhat hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You feel ready to go on the offensive again.
You are physically somewhat hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> Your muscles tense as you prepare to slash.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> The quiet long-haired male human swings at your body with his mithril-bladed battleaxe, but you dodge his attack.
You swing at Irk's left arm with your gigantic steel broadsword, but he dodges your attack.
He is a quiet long-haired male human.
He has scars on his left leg, right leg, nose, left arm, right arm, left hand, forehead, left cheek and right cheek.
He is wielding a mithril-bladed battleaxe in both hands.
He is short and lean for a human.
He looks like the image of perfection.
He is fighting you.
He seems to be feeling very well.
He is grinning merrily.
He has orc green skin.
He is wearing a pair of silvery bracers, a great black skull, an unusual sparkly blue cloak, a flawless onyx ring, a silver mermaid ring, an iron cuirasse, a glorious steel necklace, a dark amulet of the storm, a shining onyx-encrusted crystal torque, an ancient mithril chainmail and a pair of ancient steel greaves.
He has the mark of a Pirate of the Bloodsea.
He has the brutal scars of a Gladiator.
> You can't drink any more of the 60 Draughts Doom.
> What?
> You are already preparing to slash.
> Irk drinks some of the 28 dwarven ales from the big bottle.
You are physically somewhat hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> The quiet long-haired male human batters your head with his mithril-bladed battleaxe.
You swing at Irk's legs with your gigantic steel broadsword, but he parries your attack.
The quiet long-haired male human raises his bottle as he charges straight at you. Luckily, in his drunken haste he misses you by a mile.
Irk removes his belt and swings it towards you and beats you up with it, hurting you severely.
You are physically somewhat hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> The darkness of the runes surrounding you seems to intensify as it absorbs the force of the quiet long-haired male human's blow.
You are already preparing to slash.
> Your attack on Irk deadens as it strikes and it does not seem to hurt him as much as you think it should.
Crouching low, you swing your gigantic steel broadsword in an arc, keeping Irk back while you formulate a plan of attack.
You are physically somewhat hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are physically somewhat hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> The quiet long-haired male human batters your right arm with his mithril-bladed battleaxe.
You swing at Irk's body with your gigantic steel broadsword, but he dodges your attack.
You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are physically somewhat hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> As you strike at Irk, he sidesteps your swing and pushes you out of balance.
The quiet long-haired male human swings at your legs with his mithril-bladed battleaxe, but you parry his attack.
You drink some of the 60 Draughts Doom from the big bottle.
> You feel ready to go on the offensive again.
Your muscles tense as you prepare to slash.
> You attack the quiet long-haired male human.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> Why not just summon a dragon?
> You barely miss the quiet long-haired male human's body as he gulps uneasily at the sound of howling air attacked by your gigantic steel broadsword.
Chanele assists you and attacks the quiet long-haired male human.
With a roar, Irk charges into you, slamming you with his dragon turtle shell.
You stumble, knocked slightly off balance by the attack.
The darkness of the runes surrounding you seems to intensify as it absorbs the force of the quiet long-haired male human's blow.
You are physically hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is feeling very well.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> You are already fighting the quiet long-haired male human.
> What?
> The darkness of the runes surrounding you seems to intensify as it absorbs the force of the quiet long-haired male human's blow.
You are already preparing to slash.
> You are physically hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is slightly hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> You feel you have recovered from the slam attack.
The quiet long-haired male human strikes you with his charge.
You feel injured.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is slightly hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You swing at the quiet long-haired male human's body with your gigantic steel broadsword, but he dodges your attack.
Irk swings at your right arm with his holy crystal axe, but you parry his attack.
The quiet long-haired male human swings at your right arm with his mithril-bladed battleaxe, but your midnight black platemail protects you.
Crouching low, you swing your gigantic steel broadsword in an arc, keeping the quiet long-haired male human back while you formulate a plan of attack.
You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is slightly hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is slightly hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> Irk roars a dwarven challenge to the heavens, as he stubbornly focuses on taking the hits and blows of his opponents.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is somewhat hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You drop the enormous blade of your gigantic steel broadsword down hard on the quiet long-haired male human, crushing his body with the immense weight of the sword.
You drink some of the 60 Draughts Doom from the big bottle.
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is somewhat hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You feel ready to go on the offensive again.
Chanele drinks some of the 40 Draughts Doom from the big bottle.
Your muscles tense as you prepare to slash.
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is somewhat hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> The quiet long-haired male human staggers quickly to the right, causing you to miss him completely with gigantic steel broadsword.
The quiet long-haired male human scratches your right arm with his mithril-bladed battleaxe.
Irk removes his belt and swings it towards you and beats you up with it, hurting you severely.
You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is somewhat hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> Breaking through the quiet long-haired male human's guard, you bash him with the hilt of your gigantic steel broadsword.
You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> The quiet long-haired male human drinks some of the dozen imported roke beers from the big bottle.
You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You swing your gigantic steel broadsword around widely and land a glancing blow on the quiet long-haired male human's left arm.
You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> The quiet long-haired male human batters your body with his mithril-bladed battleaxe.
You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You instruct your team to stay put.
> The quiet long-haired male human strikes you with his charge.
You feel amazed by such a feeble attack.
You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You can't drink any more of the 60 Draughts Doom.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are now hunted by a quiet long-haired male human and Irk.
The bright morning sun shines down upon the land. A warm breeze blows through the air, giving you no relief from the summer heat. You stand in the center of a small troll encampment. The trees and bushes has been removed from this area, revealing the soft dirt. A large fire in the center of the camp, and over it a large cauldron has been set up. The encampment continues in almost every direction, however going northward would take you out of it, and into the forest again.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast, northwest and northeast.
> The bright morning sun shines down upon the land. A warm breeze blows through the air, giving you no relief from the summer heat. You stand in the south corner of the troll encampment. The ground here has been covered with leaves, and skins from various creatures. A few bones lie scattered to one of the sides. A few trees seem to give the trolls a bit of shade from the hot sun. The only exit out of here is to the north.
There is one obvious exit: south.
A corpse of a muscular snarling forest troll and a corpse of a snarling horrid forest troll.
Chanele, a drooling repulsive forest troll, a quiet long-haired male human, Irk, a lurking forceful forest troll and a large dangerous forest troll.
A quiet long-haired male human and Irk are fighting you.
Chanele is fighting the quiet long-haired male human.
A drooling repulsive forest troll, a lurking forceful forest troll and a large dangerous forest troll are fighting Irk.
> You assist Chanele and attack the quiet long-haired male human.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> Why not just summon a dragon?
> You drop the enormous blade of your gigantic steel broadsword down hard on the quiet long-haired male human, crushing his left arm with the immense weight of the sword.
You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is very hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is very hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is in a bad shape.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> Irk swings at your body with his holy crystal axe, but you easily dodge his attack.
You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is in a bad shape.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You drop the enormous blade of your gigantic steel broadsword down hard on the quiet long-haired male human, crushing his legs with the immense weight of the sword.
The darkness of the runes surrounding you seems to intensify as it absorbs the force of Irk's blow.
You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is in a bad shape.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is in a bad shape.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You drink some of the 60 Draughts Doom from the big bottle.
> You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is in a bad shape.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> The quiet long-haired male human staggers quickly to the right, causing you to miss him completely with gigantic steel broadsword.
You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> Irk swings at your legs with his holy crystal axe, but your fur robe protects you.
You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is in a very bad shape.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> Irk roars a dwarven challenge to the heavens, as he stubbornly focuses on taking the hits and blows of his opponents.
You feel ready to go on the offensive again.
Your muscles tense as you prepare to slash.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> What?
> You are already preparing to slash.
> You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is in a very bad shape.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> Irk drinks some of the 28 dwarven ales from the big bottle.
You are already preparing to slash.
> You batter the quiet long-haired male human's legs with your gigantic steel broadsword.
You are physically in a bad shape and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is terribly hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are now hunting the quiet long-haired male human.
The quiet long-haired male human panics and flees south.
You are already preparing to slash.
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> Irk removes his belt and swings it towards you and beats you up with it, hurting you severely.
You are already preparing to slash.
> The target for your slash seems to have slipped away.
You feel ready to go on the offensive again.
You aren't fighting anyone!
> Chanele leaves south.
You turn to attack Irk.
As you strike at Irk, he sidesteps your swing and pushes you out of balance.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
The drooling repulsive forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
Irk is slightly hurt.
The lurking forceful forest troll is feeling rather hurt.
The large dangerous forest troll is feeling very well.
> You are now hunted by Irk.
The bright morning sun shines down upon the land. A warm breeze blows through the air, giving you no relief from the summer heat. You stand in the center of a small troll encampment. The trees and bushes has been removed from this area, revealing the soft dirt. A large fire in the center of the camp, and over it a large cauldron has been set up. The encampment continues in almost every direction, however going northward would take you out of it, and into the forest again.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast, northwest and northeast.
Chanele and a quiet long-haired male human.
You are fighting the quiet long-haired male human, assisted by Chanele.
Chanele and the quiet long-haired male human are fighting each other.
You attack the quiet long-haired male human.
> Your muscles tense as you prepare to slash.
> Why not just summon a dragon?
> You drink some of the 60 Draughts Doom from the big bottle.
> The quiet long-haired male human drinks some of the dozen imported roke beers from the big bottle.
You instruct your team to follow you.
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is feeling very well.
The quiet long-haired male human is terribly hurt.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> The quiet long-haired male human staggers violently first to the left then to the right, causing you to miss him completely with gigantic steel broadsword.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is terribly hurt.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> You are now hunting the quiet long-haired male human.
The quiet long-haired male human panics and flees northeast.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
> The target for your slash seems to have slipped away.
You feel ready to go on the offensive again.
The bright morning sun shines down upon the land. A warm breeze blows through the air, giving you no relief from the summer heat. You stand on a vague forest trail. A few large footprints have been made in the soft forest floor. The trail continues to the south where a small encampment has been made, and further into the forest to the north.
There are four obvious exits: north, southeast, south and southwest.
A quiet long-haired male human.
You are fighting the quiet long-haired male human.
You attack the quiet long-haired male human.
Chanele arrives from the southwest.
Chanele attacks the quiet long-haired male human.
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is terribly hurt.
> Your muscles tense as you prepare to slash.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> Why not just summon a dragon?
> You are already fighting the quiet long-haired male human.
> You batter the quiet long-haired male human's left arm with your gigantic steel broadsword.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is terribly hurt.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> You are now hunting the quiet long-haired male human.
The quiet long-haired male human panics and flees southeast.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
> The bright morning sun shines down upon the land. A warm breeze blows through the air, giving you no relief from the summer heat. You stand in the center of a small troll encampment. The trees and bushes has been removed from this area, revealing the soft dirt. A large fire in the center of the camp, and over it a large cauldron has been set up. The encampment continues in almost every direction, however going northward would take you out of it, and into the forest again.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast, northwest and northeast.
A quiet long-haired male human.
You are fighting the quiet long-haired male human.
You attack the quiet long-haired male human.
Chanele arrives from the northwest.
Chanele attacks the quiet long-haired male human.
> Chanele leaves southeast.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
The quiet long-haired male human is terribly hurt.
> Chanele arrives from the southeast.
You are already preparing to slash.
> Why not just summon a dragon?
> None of your team members are in combat.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> Chanele assists you and attacks the quiet long-haired male human.
You feel calm again.
You batter the quiet long-haired male human's body with your gigantic steel broadsword.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is barely alive.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> Crouching low, you swing your gigantic steel broadsword in an arc, keeping the quiet long-haired male human back while you formulate a plan of attack.
You are already fighting the quiet long-haired male human.
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is barely alive.
> You are now hunting the quiet long-haired male human.
The quiet long-haired male human panics and flees west.
You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You drink some of the 60 Draughts Doom from the big bottle.
> The bright morning sun shines down upon the land. A warm breeze blows through the air, giving you no relief from the summer heat. You stand in the west corner of the troll encampment. The ground here has been covered with leaves, and skins from various creatures. A few bones lie scattered to one of the sides. A few trees seem to give the trolls a bit of shade from the hot sun. The only exit out of here is to the east.
There is one obvious exit: east.
A broken black dragonscale armour.
A quiet long-haired male human.
You are fighting the quiet long-haired male human.
You attack the quiet long-haired male human.
Chanele arrives from the east.
Chanele attacks the quiet long-haired male human.
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is barely alive.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> Why not just summon a dragon?
> You are already fighting the quiet long-haired male human.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You scratch the quiet long-haired male human's left arm with your gigantic steel broadsword.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is barely alive.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are now hunting the quiet long-haired male human.
The quiet long-haired male human panics and flees east.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> The bright morning sun shines down upon the land. A warm breeze blows through the air, giving you no relief from the summer heat. You stand in the center of a small troll encampment. The trees and bushes has been removed from this area, revealing the soft dirt. A large fire in the center of the camp, and over it a large cauldron has been set up. The encampment continues in almost every direction, however going northward would take you out of it, and into the forest again.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast, northwest and northeast.
A quiet long-haired male human.
You are fighting the quiet long-haired male human.
You attack the quiet long-haired male human.
Chanele arrives from the west.
Chanele attacks the quiet long-haired male human.
> What?
> You are not yet ready to slash. Patience!
> You swing at the quiet long-haired male human's legs with your gigantic steel broadsword, but his unusual sparkly blue cloak protects him.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human is barely alive.
> You feel ready to go on the offensive again.
Your muscles tense as you prepare to slash.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> Why not just summon a dragon?
> You are already fighting the quiet long-haired male human.
> You are now hunting the quiet long-haired male human.
The quiet long-haired male human panics and flees southeast.
You are already preparing to slash.
> You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> The bright morning sun shines down upon the land. A warm breeze blows through the air, giving you no relief from the summer heat. You stand in the southeast corner of the troll encampment. The ground here has been covered with leaves, and skins from various creatures. A few bones lie scattered to one of the sides. A few trees seem to give the trolls a bit of shade from the hot sun. The only exit out of here is to the northwest.
There is one obvious exit: northwest.
A quiet long-haired male human.
You are fighting the quiet long-haired male human.
You attack the quiet long-haired male human.
Chanele arrives from the northwest.
Chanele attacks the quiet long-haired male human.
> What?
> You are already preparing to slash.
> Why not just summon a dragon?
> You are already fighting the quiet long-haired male human.
> You are already preparing to slash.
> You scratch the quiet long-haired male human's left arm with your gigantic steel broadsword.
As the quiet long-haired male human hovers on the verge of death, Chanele strikes forward with her ancient runed short sword. The quiet long-haired male human's head rolls backwards off his neck in response, and hits the ground a moment before the rest of his body.
The quiet long-haired male human died.
Chanele killed him.
As the quiet long-haired male human unwields the ancient battle axe, the pale glow surrounding the weapon fades.
The runes on the quiet long-haired male human's ancient mithril chainmail dim down to a black color.
You can't drink any more of the 60 Draughts Doom.
> Chanele gets many gold coins from the decapitated corpse of a human.
Chanele gets an unusual sparkly blue cloak from the decapitated corpse of a human.
Chanele's eyes blaze with battle lust.
You are physically very hurt and mentally rather degraded.
Chanele is slightly hurt.
The quiet long-haired male human ghost is barely alive.
> You get 46 silver coins, 78 copper coins and a platinum coin from the decapitated corpse of a human.
> You find no such living creature.
> A sudden chill permeates the air, and a dark shadow seems to sweep over his lifeless eyes.
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