<worn as a badge> a blood-stained brass badge
<worn on head> a glowing flesh hood
<worn on eyes> a brutal gem eyepatch
<worn in ear> a patched softwood stud
<worn on face> a sparkling cured leather mask
<worn around neck> a humming ivory pendant from The Ship Yards
<worn around neck> a dark bronze charm
<worn on back> a large leather backpack
<worn about waist> a knight's black and silver belt
<worn on belt buckle>a rugged adventurers satchel (illuminating)
<worn on finger> a crude bone band
<worn on finger> a tiny bone ring
<worn on legs> a pair of fine gold-plated leggings
<worn on feet> some boreal adamantium moccasins
< 441h/441H 133v/134V Pos: standing >
Why don't you just lie down and pretend you're dead instead?
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
Waiting Room of the Inn
Obvious exits: -W -U
[2] The corpse of an orc sailor is lying here.
A jet black bear forages for some food.
A stray dog spends his days chasing rats through the back alleys.
An Orc sailor waits for his room here.
A Troll patron waits for his room here.
A Troll patron waits for his room here.
< 441h/441H 133v/134V Pos: standing >
Soldier's Path
Obvious exits: -N -E -S
The corpse of an orc commoner is lying here.
The corpse of an orc merchant is lying here.
A black crow hops through the streets, pecking at trash.
An Orc merchant wanders the city, selling his wares.
< 441h/441H 132v/134V Pos: standing >
WHAP! For a moment, you feel just like a dragon must as you punch an orc merchant.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
< T: Maaju TP: sta TC:excellent E: merchant sta EP: few wounds >
An orc merchant's punch wounds you.
An orc merchant's decent punch wounds you.
You dodge a bash from an orc merchant, who loses his balance and falls.
Your punch wounds an orc merchant.
Your decent punch wounds an orc merchant.
Your decent punch wounds an orc merchant.
Your impressive punch strikes an orc merchant.
< 422h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
< T: Maaju TP: sta TC:few scratches E: merchant ass EP: few wounds >
An orc merchant's fine punch wounds you.
Your fine punch wounds an orc merchant.
Your crude punch grazes an orc merchant.
Your fine punch wounds an orc merchant.
< 418h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
< T: Maaju TP: sta TC:few scratches E: merchant ass EP: few wounds >
You begin moving into position for a combination...
< 421h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
< T: Maaju TP: sta TC:few scratches E: merchant ass EP: few wounds >
WHAP! For a moment, you feel just like a dragon must as you punch an orc merchant.
< 425h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
< T: Maaju TP: sta TC:few scratches E: merchant ass EP: awful >
An orc merchant's decent punch wounds you.
You score a CRITICAL HIT!!!!!
Your powerful punch enshrouds an orc merchant in a mist of blood.
Your crude punch strikes an orc merchant.
You score a CRITICAL HIT!!!!!
Your punch grievously wounds an orc merchant.
Your fine punch causes an orc merchant to grimace in pain.
An orc merchant is stunned!
< 416h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
< T: Maaju TP: sta TC:few scratches E: merchant ass EP: awful >
Your limbs begin to blur...
You spin around on your foot and swing at an orc merchant with your leg...
An orc merchant is incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.
...then you feign low and in a blur of speed leap into the air landing a swift roundkick to his head.
an orc merchant topples to the ground, his neck broken.
An orc merchant is dead! R.I.P.
You receive your share of experience.
The smell of fresh blood enters your body, infusing you with power!
You feel the bloodlust in your heart as you hear the death cry of an orc merchant.
< 423h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
A black crow enters from the north.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
You get a few coins from the corpse of an orc merchant.
There were: 1 platinum coin, 13 gold coins.
You get a large electrum fragment from the corpse of an orc merchant.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
Into what?
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
It appears to be the corpse of an orc merchant.
Nothing.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
Saving Maaju.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
You have gained some progress, and are nearing the half-way point in the trek to your next level.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
You stop using a large leather backpack.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
You put 1 items into a large leather backpack.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
a large leather backpack does not contain the spellbook.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
Ok.
You put 2 platinum, 25 gold, 0 silver, and 0 copper coins into a large leather backpack.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
You strap a large leather backpack on your back.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
Soldier's Path
Obvious exits: -N -E -S
Puddles of fresh blood cover the ground.
The corpse of an orc merchant is lying here.
The corpse of an orc commoner is lying here.
The corpse of an orc merchant is lying here.
A black crow hops through the streets, pecking at trash.
A black crow hops through the streets, pecking at trash.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
North Storm Street and Soldier's Path
Obvious exits: -N -E -W
The corpse of an orc commoner is lying here.
< 441h/441H 133v/134V Pos: standing >
East End of North Storm Street and Gale Road
Obvious exits: -N -S -W -U
< 441h/441H 132v/134V Pos: standing >
Alas, you cannot go that way. . . .
< 441h/441H 133v/134V Pos: standing >
A Gnome enters from the west.
< 441h/441H 133v/134V Pos: standing >
Gale Road
Obvious exits: -N -E -S
< 441h/441H 132v/134V Pos: standing >
East End of North Storm Street and Gale Road
Obvious exits: -N -S -W -U
A Gnome (tiny) Pontifex Maximus of The Empire stands in mid-air here.
< 441h/441H 133v/134V Pos: standing >
A Gnome leaves south.
< 441h/441H 133v/134V Pos: standing >
A Gnome enters from the south.
< 441h/441H 133v/134V Pos: standing >
Your punch would not be very effective on an opponent that size.
< 441h/441H 133v/134V Pos: standing >
Gale Road
Obvious exits: -N -E -S
< 441h/441H 132v/134V Pos: standing >
East End of North Storm Street and Gale Road
Obvious exits: -N -S -W -U
A Gnome (tiny) Pontifex Maximus of The Empire stands in mid-air here.
< 441h/441H 132v/134V Pos: standing >
A Gnome leaves south.
< 441h/441H 133v/134V Pos: standing >
Bodyslam who?
< 441h/441H 133v/134V Pos: standing >
A Gnome enters from the south.
< 441h/441H 134v/134V Pos: standing >
You may as well try and bodyslam a speck of dust! Too small..
< 441h/441H 104v/134V Pos: sitting >
A Gnome starts casting an offensive spell.
< 441h/441H 104v/134V Pos: sitting >
A Gnome completes her spell...
A Gnome utters the word 'uwwarahz'
A fiery conflagration spews from a Gnome striking you full on!
The flames cause your skin to smoke!
OUCH! That really did HURT!
< 376h/441H 104v/134V Pos: sitting >
< T: Maaju TP: sit TC: small wounds E: A Gnome sta EP: excellent >
A Gnome dodges your futile attack.
A Gnome dodges your futile attack.
< 376h/441H 104v/134V Pos: sitting >
< T: Maaju TP: sit TC: small wounds E: A Gnome sta EP: excellent >
A Gnome's weak crush grazes you.
You completely sidestep a Gnome's blow, shift your balance, and strike back at her!
You miss a Gnome.
< 374h/441H 104v/134V Pos: sitting >
< T: Maaju TP: sit TC: small wounds E: A Gnome sta EP: excellent >
A Gnome starts casting an offensive spell.
< 374h/441H 104v/134V Pos: sitting >
< T: Maaju TP: sit TC: small wounds E: A Gnome sta EP: excellent >
A Gnome completes her spell...
A Gnome utters the words 'garbzzsg wuggurz babragruoz'
A Gnome's force missile slams into you.
OUCH! That really did HURT!
A Gnome's huge missile of force impacts on your chest with a loud thud, causing you to reel in pain.
OUCH! That really did HURT!
A Gnome's force missile slams into you.
OUCH! That really did HURT!
A Gnome's huge missile of force impacts on your chest with a loud thud, causing you to reel in pain.
OUCH! That really did HURT!
< 148h/441H 104v/134V Pos: sitting >
< T: Maaju TP: sit TC: nasty wounds E: A Gnome sta EP: excellent >
The flames cause your skin to smoke!
The fire burns white hot as it consumes your flesh!
< 115h/441H 104v/134V Pos: sitting >
< T: Maaju TP: sit TC:pretty hurt E: A Gnome sta EP: excellent >
A Gnome starts casting an offensive spell.
< 115h/441H 104v/134V Pos: sitting >
< T: Maaju TP: sit TC:pretty hurt E: A Gnome sta EP: excellent >
A Gnome completes her spell...
A Gnome utters the words 'garbzzsg wuggurz babragruoz'
A Gnome's force missile slams into you.
OUCH! That really did HURT!
A Gnome's force missile slams into you.
YIKES! Another hit like that, and you've had it!!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A Gnome's grin is the last thing you see before their force missile bashes you into a pulpy mess.
Your superior cured leather bodycloak was completely destroyed by the massive blow!