WORST FLEE EVER :(

[Kyrana]

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.
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A black warhorse is standing here, being ridden by you.
*Barf* is standing here.
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.

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*Barf* tries to thrash your hands, but misses.

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You do the best you can!

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You begin channeling the appropriate flows...

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= -
* Okay.
Your flows of Fire burst into existance, and lick at *Barf*'s skin.

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You try to slice *Barf*'s hands, but miss.
*Barf* tries to thrash your head, but misses.

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You begin channeling the appropriate flows...

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= A huge trolloc tries to blast your body, but misses.
A huge trolloc assists a huge trolloc.
A huge trolloc tries to cleave your hands, but misses.
A burly door guard tries to blast your head, but misses.

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- *Barf* panics, and attempts to flee!

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* Okay.
Your flows of Fire burst into existance, and lick at *Barf*'s skin.

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You panic and attempt to flee!

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A burly door guard tries to blast your feet, but misses.
A huge trolloc tries to cleave your shoulders, but misses.
A huge trolloc tries to blast your waist, but misses.
A huge trolloc tries to blast your head, but misses.

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*Barf* leaves west.

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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.
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A black warhorse is standing here, being ridden by you.
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.
Wearing a hood blacker than black stands Murash, the brutal myrddraal of the Southern Keep.
A menacing, maniacal looking trolloc stands here, guarding the door.
You flee head over heels.

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They don't seem to be here.

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They don't seem to be here.

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*Barf* has arrived from the south.

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You try to slice *Barf*'s body, but miss.

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No way! You're fighting for your life!

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*Barf* stands a little taller, looking stronger and more healthy.

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No way! You're fighting for your life!

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You panic and attempt to flee!

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Barf closes the irondoor.

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A large iron-clad trolloc assists *Barf*.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your arms, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your head, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your head, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A menacing door guard assists a large iron-clad trolloc.
A menacing door guard pounds your head hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your hands very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your body hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your feet, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your body very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your body, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your arms, but misses.
*Barf* thrashes your hands extremely hard.

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sigh
PANIC! You couldn't escape!
You sigh.

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A menacing door guard pounds your legs very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your shoulders very hard.
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your legs very 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 tries to thrash your arms, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your body, but misses.
A large iron-clad trolloc tries to thrash your body, but misses.
*Barf* thrashes your arms extremely hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You try to slice *Barf*'s head, but miss.
No way! You're fighting for your life!

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PANIC! You couldn't escape!

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The irondoor is closed.

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A menacing door guard pounds your feet hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your body hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A large iron-clad trolloc thrashes your body very hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You are dead! Sorry...