My first PK

[Jerez]

[ Exits: n e s ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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where
Players in your Zone
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Reiva - The Great Blight
Jerez - The Great Blight

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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where
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Reiva - The Great Blight
Jerez - The Great Blight

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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l
Reiva leaves south, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The ragged wastes of the blight slowly begin to take on some semblance of a
feature beyond wasted grass and mutated insects. The ground is pitted and
stained, with small fissures running north and west.
[ Exits: n w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A tall fade stands here, cloaked in shadow.
The Great Blight
The ragged wastes of the blight slowly begin to take on some semblance of a
feature beyond wasted grass and mutated insects. The ground is pitted and
stained, with small fissures running north and west.
[ Exits: n w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A tall fade stands here, cloaked in shadow.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves west, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
A small path in the forest leads east and west here. Creepers lie across the
path and twitch when you move over them. You carefully avoid touching
anything.
[ Exits: e w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x

Reiva leaves west, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The sickly pale yellow of the Blight surrounds you. The air is thick with a
ripe stench of decaying matter, and you eye the surrounding forest with
disgust. Despite the disease apparent in everything, the whole area seems
crawling with vile forms of life. The very trees and creepers seem to inch
towards you.
[ Exits: e s w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >
Reiva leaves west, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
Leaves cover the trees, but stained and spotted with yellow and black, with
livid red streaks like blood poisoning. The air tastes like a mouthful of
spoiled meat.
[ Exits: e w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves west, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
Vegetation abounds, but everything is over-ripe and appears ready to burst open
with a spray of pus. The Blight here is a twisted sprawl of foul plants and
shrubs.
[ Exits: e w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves west, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The terrain here is a bright swirl of colors, yet none of them are very
pleasant to look at. Red and black leaves swirl in the trees, and the ground
is a sickly pale yellow.
[ Exits: n e ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves north, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
More of the same desolate waste land. To the north and west are more twisted
trees, thorny bushes, and scorched earth. Underfoot is a large, slick stone.
The path continues to the south and east.
[ Exits: e s d ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

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where

Reiva leaves east, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The Blight stretches all around you. There are still some trees here, but they
appear to be rotting away while you watch. Leaves cover the trees, but stained
and spotted with yellow and black, with livid red streaks like blood poisoning.
Every leaf and creeper seems bloated, ready to burst at touch. The air tastes
like a mouthful of spoiled meat.
[ Exits: n w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Reiva - The Great Blight
Jerez - The Great Blight

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves north, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
There are still some trees here, but they appear to be completely rotted.
Evil-looking leaves clot the trees, black and red with white spots. The
corruption of the Blight can be seen in every strand of life that exists here.
You recognize there is a force at work which doesn't kill but rather twists the
very fabric of nature.
[ Exits: e s ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves east, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The heat of the Blight grows steadily stronger, and your clothes are damp and
moist. The foul trees and bristling bushes continue around you, and seem to
twitch when you approach.
[ Exits: n e w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves east, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The Blight winds about you in a horrid display of vivid color. Foul blacks and
reds stain leaves which were never meant to display such shades. Every plant
and creeper seems bloated and ready to burst apart.
[ Exits: e w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves east, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The sweet and humid air makes you gag, and struggle not to retch. Sweat
trickles down your clothes, and creates an overwhelming desire to scratch and
rub your limbs. You feel unclean, as if the contamination of the Blight is
spreading to you, and you check yourself for a rash or some outbreak of
disease.
[ Exits: e w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

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who
Players
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Reiva
Jerez

2 characters displayed.
Today there was a high of 19 players.

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x

Reiva leaves east, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place.
Unfortunately, there appears to be no end in sight.
[ Exits: s w ]
A small lantern lies here.
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves south, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The putrid stench of decomposing plants fills your nostrils. The sharp tang of
bile rises in your throat as you look hopelessly for a path to follow. The
clammy air clings to your skin, causing droplets of water to bead unpleasantly
on your face and clothing.
[ Exits: n e s ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva snickers softly.

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where
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Reiva - The Great Blight
Jerez - The Great Blight

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say been owning so far
You say 'been owning so far'

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where
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Reiva - The Great Blight
Jerez - The Great Blight

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
where
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Reiva - The Great Blight
Jerez - The Great Blight

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

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l
The Great Blight
The putrid stench of decomposing plants fills your nostrils. The sharp tang of
bile rises in your throat as you look hopelessly for a path to follow. The
clammy air clings to your skin, causing droplets of water to bead unpleasantly
on your face and clothing.
[ Exits: n e s ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
where
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Reiva - The Great Blight
Jerez - The Great Blight

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

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x

Reiva is now a member of Reiva's group.
You are now a member of Reiva's group.

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They don't seem to be here.

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gr
Your group consists of:
Reiva (Head of group)
Jerez

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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Reiva looks at you.

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stat
You are a 17 year old human.
Your mood is currently: Wimpy
Height 172 cm, Weight 139 pounds, Weight carried 11 lbs, Worn: 44 lbs.
Offensive Bonus: 159 Dodge Bonus: 106, Parry Bonus: 157
Your abilities are: Str: 19, Int: 17, Wis: 19, Dex: 17, Con: 17
Your armor absorbs 5% damage on average.
You are affected by:
NO QUIT

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eq
You are using:
<used as light> a small lantern
<held> a burlap sack
<worn around neck> a medallion of shiny silver
<worn around neck> a shimmering pendant of heartstone
<worn on head> a thin leather hood
<worn about body> a long dark cloak
<worn on body> a worn animal hide vest
<worn on arms> a pair of golden silk sleeves
<worn about waist> a fine silken sash
<worn around wrist> a wristcuff with embedded gems
<worn around wrist> a wristcuff with embedded gems
<worn on hands> a pair of swordsman gloves
<worn on finger> a ring of chunky stone
<worn on finger> a ring of chunky stone
<wielded> a dark-handled shortblade
<worn as shield> a bright silver shield
<worn on legs> a pair light leather breeches
<worn on feet> a pair of ranger boots

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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Reiva nods agreeingly.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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stat
You are a 17 year old human.
Your mood is currently: Wimpy
Height 172 cm, Weight 139 pounds, Weight carried 11 lbs, Worn: 44 lbs.
Offensive Bonus: 159 Dodge Bonus: 106, Parry Bonus: 157
Your abilities are: Str: 19, Int: 17, Wis: 19, Dex: 17, Con: 17
Your armor absorbs 5% damage on average.
You are affected by:
NO QUIT

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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c 'agility'
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

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+ -
*Zarth* has arrived from the south.

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Reiva tries to sting *Zarth*, but he dodges the attack.

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-
x

*Zarth* panics, and attempts to flee!

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* *Zarth* leaves south.
Cancelled.
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
*Zarth* has arrived from the south.
You try to pierce *Zarth*, but he parries the attack.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>

*Zarth* panics, and attempts to flee!

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>

*Zarth* leaves north.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x

Reiva leaves north, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place.
Unfortunately, there appears to be no end in sight.
[ Exits: s w ]
A small lantern lies here.
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
*Zarth* is standing here.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.
*Zarth* tries to thrash you, but you dodge the attack.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>

Reiva tries to sting *Zarth*, but he parries the attack.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>
You do the best you can!

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a
*Zarth* panics, and attempts to flee!
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>
= +
*Zarth* leaves west.

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+
x
-
Reiva leaves west, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

Cancelled.
The Great Blight
The sweet and humid air makes you gag, and struggle not to retch. Sweat
trickles down your clothes, and creates an overwhelming desire to scratch and
rub your limbs. You feel unclean, as if the contamination of the Blight is
spreading to you, and you check yourself for a rash or some outbreak of
disease.
[ Exits: e w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
*Zarth* is standing here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
You try to pierce *Zarth*, but he dodges the attack.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>

Reiva tries to sting *Zarth*, but he parries the attack.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>

*Zarth* panics, and attempts to flee!

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>
a
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>
= +
*Zarth* leaves east.

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+
x

Reiva leaves east, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

Cancelled.
The Great Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place.
Unfortunately, there appears to be no end in sight.
[ Exits: s w ]
A small lantern lies here.
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x

Reiva leaves south, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The putrid stench of decomposing plants fills your nostrils. The sharp tang of
bile rises in your throat as you look hopelessly for a path to follow. The
clammy air clings to your skin, causing droplets of water to bead unpleasantly
on your face and clothing.
[ Exits: n e s ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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l
The Great Blight
The putrid stench of decomposing plants fills your nostrils. The sharp tang of
bile rises in your throat as you look hopelessly for a path to follow. The
clammy air clings to your skin, causing droplets of water to bead unpleasantly
on your face and clothing.
[ Exits: n e s ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh >
a

*Zarth* has arrived from the south.

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*Zarth* tries to thrash you, but you parry the attack.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>

Reiva tries to sting *Zarth*, but he dodges the attack.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

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=
a
+ Cancelled.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>
= + + - -
*
You dodge a bash from *Zarth* who loses his balance and falls!
Your air scythe fails.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>

Reiva sends *Zarth* sprawling with a powerful bash!

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>

Reiva stings *Zarth*.
You pierce *Zarth*.
You pierce *Zarth*.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>
a
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

HP:Scratched SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Wounded>
= + + - -
*
Okay.
You channel flows of air as they scythe *Zarth*.

HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>
a
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>
=
Reiva stings *Zarth* very hard.
Your light begins to flicker and fade.

HP:Healthy SP:Strong MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>
+ + - -
*
Okay.
You channel flows of air as they scythe *Zarth*.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>
c 'fireball'
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>

*Zarth* panics, and attempts to flee!

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>
-
*Zarth* leaves south.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >

*
*
Reiva leaves north, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

Cancelled.
The Great Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place.
Unfortunately, there appears to be no end in sight.
[ Exits: s w ]
A small lantern lies here.
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves south, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The putrid stench of decomposing plants fills your nostrils. The sharp tang of
bile rises in your throat as you look hopelessly for a path to follow. The
clammy air clings to your skin, causing droplets of water to bead unpleasantly
on your face and clothing.
[ Exits: n e s ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

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They don't seem to be here.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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x

Reiva says 'fireball'

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x
They don't seem to be here.

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They don't seem to be here.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
nod
You nod agreeingly.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves south, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The ragged wastes of the blight slowly begin to take on some semblance of a
feature beyond wasted grass and mutated insects. The ground is pitted and
stained, with small fissures running north and west.
[ Exits: n w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
*Zarth* is standing here.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A tall fade stands here, cloaked in shadow.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva tries to sting *Zarth*, but he parries the attack.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >

*Zarth* tries to thrash Reiva, but he dodges the attack.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x

*Zarth* panics, and attempts to flee!

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
You try to pierce *Zarth*, but he dodges the attack.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered --- Reiva: Healthy
>

*Zarth* leaves west.

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c 'fireball'
Upon who should the spell be cast?

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves west, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
A small path in the forest leads east and west here. Creepers lie across the
path and twitch when you move over them. You carefully avoid touching
anything.
[ Exits: e w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
*Zarth* is standing here.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x

Reiva tries to sting *Zarth*, but he dodges the attack.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >

*Zarth* panics, and attempts to flee!

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
You try to pierce *Zarth*, but he dodges the attack.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered --- Reiva: Healthy
>

*Zarth* leaves west.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
c 'fireball'
Upon who should the spell be cast?

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x

*Zarth* has arrived from the west.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >

*Zarth* leaves east.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves west, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The sickly pale yellow of the Blight surrounds you. The air is thick with a
ripe stench of decaying matter, and you eye the surrounding forest with
disgust. Despite the disease apparent in everything, the whole area seems
crawling with vile forms of life. The very trees and creepers seem to inch
towards you.
[ Exits: e s w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
c 'fireball'

Reiva leaves east, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
A small path in the forest leads east and west here. Creepers lie across the
path and twitch when you move over them. You carefully avoid touching
anything.
[ Exits: e w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
Upon who should the spell be cast?

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x
Reiva leaves east, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
The ragged wastes of the blight slowly begin to take on some semblance of a
feature beyond wasted grass and mutated insects. The ground is pitted and
stained, with small fissures running north and west.
[ Exits: n w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
*Zarth* is standing here.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A trolloc stands here, snarling at all who pass by.
A tall fade stands here, cloaked in shadow.
*Zarth* tries to thrash you, but you dodge the attack.
You do the best you can!

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>

Reiva tries to sting *Zarth*, but he parries the attack.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>
You do the best you can!

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>
x
You do the best you can!

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>
c 'fireball'
Reiva tries to sting *Zarth*, but he parries the attack.
You try to pierce *Zarth*, but he parries the attack.
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>
-
*
* = = +
You dodge a bash from *Zarth* who loses his balance and falls!

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>
+ - -
Reiva sends *Zarth* sprawling with a powerful bash!

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Battered>

*
Okay.
You throw a fireball at *Zarth* and have the satisfaction of seeing him enveloped in flames!

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Beaten>
c 'fireball'
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Beaten>
-
*
* =
Reiva narrates, 'again'

HP:Healthy SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Beaten>
=
You are interupted and stop what you are doing.
A shadowy fade slashes you very hard.
A snarling trolloc tries to slash Reiva, but he dodges the attack.
A snarling trolloc tries to slash you, but you parry the attack.
A snarling trolloc tries to slash Reiva, but he parries the attack.
A snarling trolloc slashes you hard.
A snarling trolloc tries to slash Reiva, but he parries the attack.
Reiva stings *Zarth* hard.
You pierce *Zarth*.
You pierce *Zarth*.

HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Critical>
c 'fireball'
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Critical>
-
*
*
Reiva narrates, 'again'

HP:Scratched SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Critical>
= = +
You are interupted and stop what you are doing.
A shadowy fade slashes you extremely hard.
A snarling trolloc tries to slash Reiva, but he parries the attack.
A snarling trolloc tries to slash you, but you dodge the attack.
A snarling trolloc tries to slash Reiva, but he parries the attack.
A snarling trolloc tries to slash you, but you parry the attack.
A snarling trolloc tries to slash Reiva, but he parries the attack.
Reiva stings *Zarth*.
You pierce *Zarth*.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Critical>

*Zarth* panics, and attempts to flee!

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Critical>
c 'fireball'
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Critical>
-
*Zarth* leaves north.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

*
*
Reiva leaves north, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

Cancelled.
The Great Blight
The putrid stench of decomposing plants fills your nostrils. The sharp tang of
bile rises in your throat as you look hopelessly for a path to follow. The
clammy air clings to your skin, causing droplets of water to bead unpleasantly
on your face and clothing.
[ Exits: n e s ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
*Zarth* is standing here.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva tries to sting *Zarth*, but he parries the attack.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

*Zarth* panics, and attempts to flee!

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x
You try to pierce *Zarth*, but he dodges the attack.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Critical --- Reiva: Healthy
>

You try to pierce *Zarth*, but he dodges the attack.
Reiva tries to sting *Zarth*, but he parries the attack.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >
a
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

*Zarth* leaves east.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >
= +
x
Cancelled.
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x

Reiva leaves north, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place.
Unfortunately, there appears to be no end in sight.
[ Exits: s w ]
A small lantern lies here.
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - a rotting tree: Healthy>
x

Reiva stings a rotting tree hard.
A rotting tree tries to hit Reiva, but he parries the attack.
You pierce a rotting tree very hard.
You pierce a rotting tree very hard.
A rotting tree tries to hit you, but you parry the attack.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - a rotting tree: Scratched>
They don't seem to be here.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - a rotting tree: Scratched>

Reiva panics, and attempts to flee!

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - a rotting tree: Scratched>

Reiva leaves west, riding a white stallion..

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - a rotting tree: Scratched>

*Zarth* has arrived from the south.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - a rotting tree: Scratched>
fl
*Zarth* panics, and attempts to flee!
*Zarth* leaves south.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - a rotting tree: Scratched>

The Great Blight
The sweet and humid air makes you gag, and struggle not to retch. Sweat
trickles down your clothes, and creates an overwhelming desire to scratch and
rub your limbs. You feel unclean, as if the contamination of the Blight is
spreading to you, and you check yourself for a rash or some outbreak of
disease.
[ Exits: e w ]
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
You flee head over heels.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva leaves east, riding a white stallion..
You follow Reiva.

The Great Blight
Through the endless expanse of decayed and rotting matter, you continue on in
despair. You are eager to move on, and escape this foul place.
Unfortunately, there appears to be no end in sight.
[ Exits: s w ]
A small lantern lies here.
A strong, black warhorse stands here, full of energy.
Reiva is standing here, riding a white stallion.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.
A tall, rotting tree is here, leaning to one side.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

*Zarth* has arrived from the south.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >

Reiva tries to sting *Zarth*, but he parries the attack.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh >
x
You try to pierce *Zarth*, but he parries the attack.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Critical --- Reiva: Healthy
>
a

*Zarth* panics, and attempts to flee!

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Critical --- Reiva: Healthy
>
You begin to weave the appropriate flows.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Critical --- Reiva: Healthy
>
=
*Zarth* panics, and attempts to flee!

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Critical --- Reiva: Healthy
>
+
Reiva tries to sting *Zarth*, but he dodges the attack.

HP:Hurt SP:Good MV:Fresh - Zarth: Critical --- Reiva: Healthy
>
+ - -
*
Okay.
You channel flows of air as they scythe *Zarth*.
You receive your share of experience.
The Wheel weaves around you more tightly.
Your blood freezes as you hear *Zarth*'s death cry.
*Zarth* is dead! R.I.P.

HP:Hurt SP:Weakening MV:Fresh - a rotting tree: Scratched>

A rotting tree tries to hit Reiva, but he parries the attack.
You pierce a rotting tree hard.
You pierce a rotting tree very hard.
A rotting tree tries to hit you, but you parry the attack.

HP:Hurt SP:Weakening MV:Fresh - a rotting tree: Scratched>

Reiva gets an enormous mound of gold coins from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a pair of thick leather hunting boots from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a pair of ringmail leggings from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a long golden lance from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a ring of chunky stone from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a ring of chunky stone from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a pair of thick boarhide gloves from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets an iron bracelet with ancient engravings from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets an iron bracelet with ancient engravings from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a skull-buckled belt of braided human hair from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a pair of ringmail sleeves from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a shimmering steel breastplate from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a backpack from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a cloak embroidered with a swooping hawk from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a hood of tarnished steel mesh from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a strange ruby necklace from the corpse of Zarth.
Reiva gets a strange ruby necklace from the corpse of Zarth.