Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 7:23 pm
A Bloody Practice Yard
A cracked stone yard stretches across the grounds here, outside the barracks.
Red stains cover the area half-hazardly, as well as loose bones. Trollocs,
being what the are, do not understand the meaning of "practice", and here,
there are no practice swords. The use of this yard is to kill, or be killed.
Outside the door to the barracks sits a rack filled will an assortment of
scythed weapons.
[ Exits: e ]
Waiting to impart his knowledge upon you, a wizened trolloc scout stands here.
A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller checks for tracks.
You flee head over heels.
You don't see a irondoor here.
HP:Hurt MV:Faint >
A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller tries to blast your legs, but misses.
You slash A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller's legs hard.
A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller tries to blast your legs, but misses.
HP:Hurt MV:Draining - A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller: Healthy>
f
You panic and attempt to flee!
HP:Hurt MV:Draining - A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller: Healthy>
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A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller tries to blast your body, but misses.
HP:Hurt MV:Draining - A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller: Healthy>
The Trolloc Barracks
Straw pallets line the floor, with only small aisles between them to walk. On
the left side wall are layed countless hooked poles, and polearms. Barrels sit
at the southern entrance, filled with swords of all shapes and sizes. A small
door in the back leads to the captains courters, covered by an iron bar.
Outside the passageway to the east is the keeps training yard. You notice a
small sign on the door frame.
[ Exits: n s w ]
A huge trolloc is here, looking for something to smash.
A huge trolloc is here, looking for something to smash.
A huge trolloc is here, looking for something to smash.
A burly, hulking trolloc stands here, guarding the door.
You flee head over heels.
You open the irondoor.
HP:Hurt MV:Draining >
Captain's Quarters
The room emits a stench fouler then anything imaginable. It seems tutorage
Murash has added a personal touch to his chamber. A body stands chained to the
wall, mutilated and tortured beyond recognition. His bloodstained sword hangs
just within reach in case of an incompetent trolloc. A few corpses lie fresh
in the corner giving you the feeling he's not a fade you want to anger.
You notice a SIGN hanging over the door.
[ Exits: s ]
*Akrabbim* is standing here.
Wearing a hood blacker than black stands Murash, the brutal myrddraal of the Southern Keep.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
A menacing, maniacal looking trolloc stands here, guarding the door.
HP:Hurt MV:Draining >
You slash *Akrabbim*'s feet hard.
HP:Hurt MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
HP:Hurt MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
*
*Akrabbim* panics, and attempts to flee!
HP:Hurt MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
-
A large iron clad trolloc tries to thrash your head, but misses.
A large iron clad trolloc tries to thrash your waist, but misses.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your arms hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your head very hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your arms hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your arms hard.
Murash smites your body hard.
A menacing door guard pounds your body.
HP:Wounded MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
%
Akrabbim closes the irondoor.
HP:Wounded MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
*Akrabbim* panics, and attempts to flee!
HP:Wounded MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
A menacing door guard pounds your body.
Murash smites your head very hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your legs hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your body.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your shoulders extremely hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your feet.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your body.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your shoulders extremely hard.
*Akrabbim* slices your waist extremely hard.
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
*Akrabbim* panics, and attempts to flee!
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
-
*Akrabbim* panics, and attempts to flee!
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
Akrabbim opens the irondoor.
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
*Akrabbim* panics, and attempts to flee!
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
*Akrabbim* panics, and attempts to flee!
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
*
Your bash at *Akrabbim* sends him sprawling!
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
A menacing door guard pounds your head hard.
Murash smites your feet hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your arms hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your shoulders very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your feet hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your head very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You slash *Akrabbim*'s head very hard.
HP:Critical MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
al ` close irondoor
Alias added.
HP:Critical MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
A menacing door guard pounds your hands hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Murash smites your legs very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your hands very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Ugh! You lost a level!
You are dead! Sorry...
Crossroads of Fate
A cracked stone yard stretches across the grounds here, outside the barracks.
Red stains cover the area half-hazardly, as well as loose bones. Trollocs,
being what the are, do not understand the meaning of "practice", and here,
there are no practice swords. The use of this yard is to kill, or be killed.
Outside the door to the barracks sits a rack filled will an assortment of
scythed weapons.
[ Exits: e ]
Waiting to impart his knowledge upon you, a wizened trolloc scout stands here.
A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller checks for tracks.
You flee head over heels.
You don't see a irondoor here.
HP:Hurt MV:Faint >
A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller tries to blast your legs, but misses.
You slash A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller's legs hard.
A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller tries to blast your legs, but misses.
HP:Hurt MV:Draining - A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller: Healthy>
f
You panic and attempt to flee!
HP:Hurt MV:Draining - A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller: Healthy>
`
n
z
0
A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller tries to blast your body, but misses.
HP:Hurt MV:Draining - A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller: Healthy>
The Trolloc Barracks
Straw pallets line the floor, with only small aisles between them to walk. On
the left side wall are layed countless hooked poles, and polearms. Barrels sit
at the southern entrance, filled with swords of all shapes and sizes. A small
door in the back leads to the captains courters, covered by an iron bar.
Outside the passageway to the east is the keeps training yard. You notice a
small sign on the door frame.
[ Exits: n s w ]
A huge trolloc is here, looking for something to smash.
A huge trolloc is here, looking for something to smash.
A huge trolloc is here, looking for something to smash.
A burly, hulking trolloc stands here, guarding the door.
You flee head over heels.
You open the irondoor.
HP:Hurt MV:Draining >
Captain's Quarters
The room emits a stench fouler then anything imaginable. It seems tutorage
Murash has added a personal touch to his chamber. A body stands chained to the
wall, mutilated and tortured beyond recognition. His bloodstained sword hangs
just within reach in case of an incompetent trolloc. A few corpses lie fresh
in the corner giving you the feeling he's not a fade you want to anger.
You notice a SIGN hanging over the door.
[ Exits: s ]
*Akrabbim* is standing here.
Wearing a hood blacker than black stands Murash, the brutal myrddraal of the Southern Keep.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
An elite guard of Djevik Ba is standing here on patrol.
A menacing, maniacal looking trolloc stands here, guarding the door.
HP:Hurt MV:Draining >
You slash *Akrabbim*'s feet hard.
HP:Hurt MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
HP:Hurt MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
*
*Akrabbim* panics, and attempts to flee!
HP:Hurt MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
-
A large iron clad trolloc tries to thrash your head, but misses.
A large iron clad trolloc tries to thrash your waist, but misses.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your arms hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your head very hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your arms hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your arms hard.
Murash smites your body hard.
A menacing door guard pounds your body.
HP:Wounded MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
%
Akrabbim closes the irondoor.
HP:Wounded MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
*Akrabbim* panics, and attempts to flee!
HP:Wounded MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
A menacing door guard pounds your body.
Murash smites your head very hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your legs hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your body.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your shoulders extremely hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your feet.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your body.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your shoulders extremely hard.
*Akrabbim* slices your waist extremely hard.
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
*Akrabbim* panics, and attempts to flee!
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
-
*Akrabbim* panics, and attempts to flee!
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
Akrabbim opens the irondoor.
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
*Akrabbim* panics, and attempts to flee!
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
*Akrabbim* panics, and attempts to flee!
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
*
Your bash at *Akrabbim* sends him sprawling!
HP:Battered MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
A menacing door guard pounds your head hard.
Murash smites your feet hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your arms hard.
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your shoulders very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your feet hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your head very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You slash *Akrabbim*'s head very hard.
HP:Critical MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
al ` close irondoor
Alias added.
HP:Critical MV:Draining - Akrabbim: Critical>
A menacing door guard pounds your hands hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Murash smites your legs very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your hands very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron clad trolloc thrashes your body.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Ugh! You lost a level!
You are dead! Sorry...
Crossroads of Fate