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East you see:

A short, squat, sinewy man is here.


A short, rawhide-cloaked person is here.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man is here.
A solid looking, pitch-black orc is here.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks is here.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll is here.
A raw warg's carcass is here, drawing flies.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man is entering from the east, with firm, confi
dent steps.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks is entering from the east
.
A short, squat, sinewy man is entering from the east, his quiet strides rapid de
spite his short stature.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person is entering from the east.
A solid looking, pitch-black orc is entering from the east, with a small waddle.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll is entering from the east, his heavy step
s shaking the ground close to him.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass surveys the area slowly, searching for
something.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man exclaims something in an unknown


tongue, in a harsh, rolling growl, but you are unable to decipher his words.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks begins to carefully


take aim at a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman with a tassled
shortbow of carved horn.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll exclaims something in an unknown


tongue, in a surprisingly clear, low rumble, but you are unable to decipher his
words.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man raises a hand, holding his group at


the far end of the road.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person starts looking for a place to hide.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks crouches down among
the crowd of yrch-kin and men, a tassled shortbow of carved horn raising as
he calmly draws back.

A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man comes to an abrupt stop as he sights


the approaching group, swearing lowly as a studded, iron tower shield
emblazoned with a White Tree raises instinctively, a longsword with a
tapering steel blade low at his side.

A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man quietly points out a group of possible


targets as he maintains formation.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man growls, holding a needle-point
thrusting spear of bronze in his hand as he spots the opposing group far to
the other end of the road.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll marches in front of his orcs with a


growl.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man looks up beside him to a


barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll, a grin spreading over his features
before he peers to the group far at the other end of the road, some 100 yards
away.

A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman holds her sword at the ready as she
prepares for combat.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll exclaims something in an unknown


tongue, pacing back and forth in front of those assembled here, but you are
unable to decipher his words.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man says something in an unknown tongue,


in a harsh, rolling growl, but you are unable to decipher his words.
You murmur in Westron, taking a long breath, his gaze resting on a barbed-scaled
, snaggle-toothed troll with something akin to horror,
"Feck. Think we foun' bit more'n your scouts, sir."

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man releases a low whistle as he


watches the approaching formation, and he plants the butt of an
ornately-carved, slender-shafted, steel headed spear into the ground in
consideration, primarily of a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc moves to trail after a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll, growling as he grips both of his weapons tightly.

A stubble-faced, wiry man bangs his sword on his shield.

You overhear a taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks say
something, his voice a somber baritone, but you are unable to decipher his
words.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man looks from man to man, growling.

A short, squat, sinewy man says something in an unknown tongue, stepping


along the road beside a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man, blade gripped
tightly in hand as he eyes those ahead, a taut-lipped smile creasing his
features as he speaks, but you are unable to decipher his words.
Amongst the Ancient Woods on the Slowly Sloping Land of IthilienExits: north eas
t south west
The greyer trees give way to a copse of evergreens, rising
tall and straight among their knotted and twisted brethren.
Green and proud, the needled branches push forth, brushing arm to
arm with their less stalwart cousins. From the foxy-brown carpet
of dried needles underfoot, small seedlings push up, looking like
tiny under-formed branches rising from the ground itself. The
heady scent of the needles overwhelms all other odors from the
surrounding forest, imbuing a sense of freshness and green.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll is here.
A short, squat, sinewy man is here.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man is here.
A lean, flame-tressed lass is here. (hidden) (grouped)
A chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man is here. (grouped)
A stubble-faced, wiry man is here. (grouped)
A solid looking, pitch-black orc is here.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks is here.
A weather-beaten charcoal-haired young man stands here. (grouped)
A thin, pallid, blonde lass is here. (hidden) (grouped)
A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man is here. (grouped)
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman is here. (grouped)

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll moves toward a solid looking,


pitch-black orc, shoving him back a little with a growl.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks remains tensely


positioned, a tassled shortbow of carved horn's string pulled back as he
keeps his arrow trained on a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man says something in an unknown tongue,


grinning, holding his position, but you are unable to decipher his words.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll asks a solid looking, pitch-black


orc something in an unknown tongue, in a surprisingly clear, low rumble, but
you are unable to decipher his words.

A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man nods once, his eye focusing on a


barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.

You overhear a taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks say
something, his voice a somber baritone, but you are unable to decipher his
words.

A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman murmurs in Westron, in a feisty


voice,
"Orders sir?"

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll asks a taut-muscled, red-handed man


with shaggy black locks something in an unknown tongue, in a surprisingly
clear, low rumble, but you are unable to decipher his words.
You murmur in Westron, wetting his lips as his words go aside, standing steady a
t the fore of the group,
"Gan. Level a shot at tha' fellow with the bow. He releases, you pull."

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks says something in an


unknown tongue, his voice a somber baritone, but you are unable to decipher his
words.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc emphatically tells a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll something in an unknown tongue, as he stumbles backwards,
then grinning widely to the larger figure, but you are unable to decipher his
words.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man asks something in an unknown tongue,


taking a step forward towards the opposing group, clearly searching through
them for a leader at this distance, but you are unable to decipher his words.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass begins to carefully take aim at a


taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks with a heavy,
maplewood crossbow.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks begins to carefully


take aim at a thin, pallid, blonde lass with a tassled shortbow of carved
horn.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll paces back toward a taut-muscled,


red-handed man with shaggy black locks.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron, sheathing


spear in order to pull something from his belt, eyeing the opposing group,
"Corporal Cal's giving the orders until he gives over command."

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks's movement swiftly


slides to a thin, pallid, blonde lass, something akin of a small smile
forming across his features.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man gets a roll of Westmansweed


from an ornately tooled swordbelt of jet black leather.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man levels a heavy, bronze-plated


crossbow at the far group, a grin slipping over his features.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass murmurs in Westron, in a soft spoken alto,


"Next time, just let me throw."
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman murmurs in Westron, in a feisty
voice,
"If I should die here, it was a pleasure serving with all of you."

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man says something in an unknown tongue,


aiming slowly and with care, but you are unable to decipher his words.
You murmur in Westron, staring ahead at a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll,
his words directed aside to a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man,
"It's yours if you wish it, sir."

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man's gaze finally rests on a


weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man with a grin.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man begins to carefully take aim at a


weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man with a heavy, bronze-plated
crossbow.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass focues on a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks.

Stepping forward, a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll looks over the


group assembled against him, beckoning someone to step forward.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man tells a wiry, tattooed,


bronze-skinned man in Westron, inserting a roll of Westmansweed into his
mouth as he speaks across the distance to the man, particularly the grin he
wears,
"Yes, yes, we're all -fucking- thrilled to see each other."

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks says something in an


unknown tongue, his voice a somber baritone, but you are unable to decipher his
words.

A short, squat, sinewy man exclaims something in an unknown tongue, raising


a single-edged, bronze broadsword and clashing the pommel against a
bronze-sheathed, ovaloid shield before extending it towards a
weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man as the man clamps the roll in his
mouth, but you are unable to decipher his words.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man kneels to one knee, aiming down the
sight toward his target.
A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man ambles forward a few paces at a
barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll's beckon, a studded, iron tower shield
emblazoned with a White Tree drooping slightly as he stares upward at the
beast.
Despite his comment, a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man plucks his
roll from his lips prior to lighting it, and draws his spear once he's
subjected to the bolt a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man primes.

A stubble-faced, wiry man steps forward beside you.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks exclaims something


in an unknown tongue, shouting out across the distance as he lets loose with
a tassled shortbow of carved horn, but you are unable to decipher his
words.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks releases the


bowstring, launching a yard-length arrow with a barbed, bronze head through
the air toward a thin, pallid, blonde lass.
It misses him completely.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man squeezes the trigger, sending a


bronze-tipped crossbow bolt whirring through the air toward a
weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man.
It glances harmlessly off a studded, iron tower shield emblazoned with a
White Tree.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass squeezes the trigger, sending a simple,


iron-tipped bolt whirring through the air toward a taut-muscled, red-handed
man with shaggy black locks.
The missile lodges in his abdomen!

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll moves toward you.

[An aureate-haired, sapphire-eyed young woman (Citizens of Caolafon) is


online. Use NOTIFY to reply in kind.]

A stubble-faced, wiry man engages a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks in combat.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass slings a heavy, maplewood crossbow over her
shoulder.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks slings a tassled
shortbow of carved horn over his shoulder.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks draws a two-handed, heavi
ly-curved bronze sword from a black leather back harness.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass stops using a net-covered hidebound buckler.


You are already in that combat mode.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man engages a wiry, tattooed,


bronze-skinned man in combat.
A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man misses a wiry, tattooed,
bronze-skinned man with his thrust.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks attempts to parry,


but a stubble-faced, wiry man knocks aside his defenses, and slashes him on
the thorax.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man slings a heavy, bronze-plated


crossbow over his shoulder.

You block a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll's strike with your


shield.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc misses a stubble-faced, wiry man with


his strike.
A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a solid looking, pitch-black orc's
chop with his shield.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man draws a needle-point thrusting spear of bro


nze from a black leather back harness.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass draws a small, hand-held throwing axe from a black l
eather belt-harness.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man stops using a painted wicker shield edged i
n bronze.
A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man swears as a barbed-scaled,
snaggle-toothed troll approaches, a studded, iron tower shield emblazoned
with a White Tree rising abruptly.
You murmur in Westron,
"On the big'n!"

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks slashes a


stubble-faced, wiry man's abdomen with his sword.

A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man slices a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed


troll's abdomen with his sword.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man avoids a weather-beaten,


charcoal-haired young man's shield and lunges his left shoulder with his
spear.
A thin, pallid, blonde lass hurls a small, hand-held throwing axe
forcefully at a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.
It misses completely.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man blocks a weather-beaten,


charcoal-haired young man's lunge with his shield.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man charges toward the other group.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll blocks your lunge with his massive.


a sturdily-built, midnight-haired man [***** ] (engaged), leading:
a lean, flame-tressed lass [******] (hidden),
a chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man [******],
a stubble-faced, wiry man [***** ] (engaged x 2),
a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man [***** ] (engaged),
a thin, pallid, blonde lass [***** ],
a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man [***** ] (engaged),
a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman [******].

A stubble-faced, wiry man slashes a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks's left hip with his sword.
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman nods.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc misses a stubble-faced, wiry man with


his chop.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc misses a stubble-faced, wiry man with


his strike.

You sidestep a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll as he strikes wildly at


you!

You avoid a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll's defenses and lunge him


on the left thigh with your sword.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man avoids a weather-beaten,


charcoal-haired young man's shield and lunges his right foot with his spear.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll blocks a one-eyed, bushy-bearded


man's slice with his massive.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man misses a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll with his thrust.
A thin, pallid, blonde lass gets a small, hand-held throwing axe from
a simple leather backpack.

A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks's slash with his shield.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed trollHe appears to be slightly the worse for we


ar.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll has no apparent wounds.

Currently fighting: You, a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man and a one-e


yed, bushy-bearded man.A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll blocks a lean, fla
me-tressed
lass's slice with his massive.
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman nods and charges at a
barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.

A lean, flame-tressed lass reveals herself.


A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron, speaking
out as the combat is engaged,
"Keep communication!"

A solid looking, pitch-black orc chops a stubble-faced, wiry man's left


calf with his scimitar.

A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a solid looking, pitch-black orc's


strike with his shield.
A thin, pallid, blonde lass hurls a small, hand-held throwing axe
forcefully at a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.
It misses completely.

A stubble-faced, wiry man misses a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks with his slash.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass draws a sturdy, iron longsword from an earthen brown
scabbard embossed with the White Tree.

You thrust a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll's left thigh with your


sword.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man blocks a wiry, tattooed,


bronze-skinned man's lunge with his shield.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man exclaims something in an unknown


tongue, in a harsh, rolling growl, but you are unable to decipher his words.
You block a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll's strike with your
shield.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass slings a net-covered hidebound buckler over


her shoulder.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll blocks a one-eyed, bushy-bearded


man's slice with his massive.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man lunges a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll's right hip with his spear.

A lean, flame-tressed lass knocks aside a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed


troll's massive and slices his thorax with her longsword.
You murmur in Westron,
"Call ou' if you're wounded more'n a li'l! ON THE FECKING TROLL!"

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man grins at a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired


young man.

A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks's slash with his shield.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc misses a stubble-faced, wiry man with


his chop.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass gets a small, hand-held throwing axe from
a simple leather backpack.

A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a solid looking, pitch-black orc's


strike with his shield.

A lean, flame-tressed lass blocks someone's chop with her buckler.


A lean, flame-tressed lass blocks someone's slice with her buckler.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person reveals itself.

A stubble-faced, wiry man slashes a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks's right hip with his sword.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass wields a small, hand-held throwing axe.

A stubble-faced, wiry man motions for a truce with a taut-muscled, red-handed ma


n with shaggy black locks.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man avoids a weather-beaten,


charcoal-haired young man's shield and thrusts his right thigh with his
spear.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll sidesteps your wild thrust!


You block a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll's strike with your
shield.

A lean, flame-tressed lass knocks aside a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed


troll's massive and slashes his thorax with her longsword.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man avoids a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll's massive and lunges his thorax with his spear.

A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man knocks aside a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll's massive and slashes his abdomen with his sword.
a sturdily-built, midnight-haired man [***** ] (engaged), leading:
a lean, flame-tressed lass [******] (engaged x 2),
a chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man [******],
a stubble-faced, wiry man [***** ] (engaged x 2),
a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man [***** ] (engaged x 2),
a thin, pallid, blonde lass [***** ],
a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man [***** ] (engaged),
a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman [******].

A short, squat, sinewy man tries to draw a lean, flame-tressed lass's attention.

A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a solid looking, pitch-black orc's


chop with his shield.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks knocks aside a


stubble-faced, wiry man's shield and slices his abdomen with his sword.

A lean, flame-tressed lass blocks a short, rawhide-cloaked person's


chop with her buckler.
A lean, flame-tressed lass blocks a short, rawhide-cloaked person's
slash with her buckler.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc misses a stubble-faced, wiry man with


his strike.
A short, squat, sinewy man makes another failed attempt at rescuing a barbed-sca
led, snaggle-toothed troll.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks deftly parries a
stubble-faced, wiry man's slice with his sword.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man misses a weather-beaten,


charcoal-haired young man with his thrust.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person jumps out behind a lean, flame-tressed
lass with a snarl.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll says something in an unknown tongue,


in a surprisingly clear, low rumble, but you are unable to decipher his words.

A short, squat, sinewy man draws a lean, flame-tressed lass's attention.


A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll shifts his attention to a one-eyed, bushy
-bearded man now that he is free.
A short, squat, sinewy man slices a lean, flame-tressed lass's left
calf with his broadsword.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll
He appears moderately injured.
A barbed-scaled, and snaggle-toothed troll has a moderate piercing on the right
hip.

Currently fighting: You, a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man and a one-e


yed, bushy-bearded man.
A short, squat, sinewy man blocks a lean, flame-tressed lass's slash
with his shield.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man exclaims something in an unknown


tongue, in a harsh, rolling growl, but you are unable to decipher his words.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man avoids a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll's massive and lunges his right hip with his spear.

A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man knocks aside a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll's massive and slices his left hip with his sword.
You avoid a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll's defenses and thrust him
on the face with your sword.

A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman murmurs in Westron, in a feisty


voice,
"Can't find an opening!"

A short, rawhide-cloaked person slices a lean, flame-tressed lass's


left knee with its scimitar.
A solid looking, pitch-black orc misses a stubble-faced, wiry man with
his chop.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person breaks down a lean, flame-tressed
lass's buckler and chops her left upper arm with its scimitar.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll forces through a one-eyed,
bushy-bearded man's shield and strikes his abdomen with his limb.

A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a solid looking, pitch-black orc's


strike with his shield.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks knocks aside a


stubble-faced, wiry man's shield and slashes his thorax with his sword.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man blocks a wiry, tattooed,


bronze-skinned man's thrust with his shield.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks deftly parries a


stubble-faced, wiry man's slice with his sword.
A short, squat, sinewy man blocks a lean, flame-tressed lass's slice
with his shield.

A short, squat, sinewy man knocks aside a lean, flame-tressed lass's


buckler and slices her thorax with his broadsword.

A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman misses a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll with her slice.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass slashes a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks's left upper arm with her sword.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks deftly parries a
thin, pallid, blonde lass's chop with his sword.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll
He appears moderately injured.
A barbed-scaled, and snaggle-toothed troll has a moderate piercing on the right
hip.

Currently fighting: You, a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man, a one-eyed


, bushy-bearded man and a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll blocks a weather-beaten,
charcoal-haired young man's lunge with his massive.
A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron, his words
carried out in a gentle tenor,
"Get the wiry fellow, then, Errinaya."

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll blocks a one-eyed, bushy-bearded


man's slash with his massive.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person misses a lean, flame-tressed lass with
its slice.
A solid looking, pitch-black orc draws your attention.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll shifts his attention to a sandy-haired, g
reen-eyed young woman now that he is free.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc deftly parries your thrust with his
scimitar.
a sturdily-built, midnight-haired man [***** ] (engaged), leading:
a lean, flame-tressed lass [***** ] (engaged x 2),
a chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man [******],
a stubble-faced, wiry man [**** ] (engaged x 2),
a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man [***** ] (engaged x 2),
a thin, pallid, blonde lass [***** ] (engaged),
a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man [***** ] (engaged),
a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman [******] (engaged).

A stubble-faced, wiry man says in Westron, with a rustic tone and


unsophisticated choice of words ,
"On eme Errinaya."

A solid looking, pitch-black orc misses a stubble-faced, wiry man with


his chop.

A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man says in Westron, in a gruff bass,


"I got the troll."

A short, rawhide-cloaked person breaks down a lean, flame-tressed


lass's buckler and chops her right upper arm with its scimitar.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man draws a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired you
ng man's attention.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll shifts his attention to a sandy-haired, g
reen-eyed young woman now that he is free.
A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a solid looking, pitch-black orc's
strike with his shield.
You murmur in Westron,
"Call ou' status!"

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man blocks a wiry, tattooed,


bronze-skinned man's thrust with his shield.

A lean, flame-tressed lass knocks aside a short, squat, sinewy man's


shield and slashes his right calf with her longsword.
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman murmurs in Westron, in a feisty
voice,
"No I got him."

A lean, flame-tressed lass blocks a short, squat, sinewy man's slice


with her buckler.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks attempts to parry,
but a thin, pallid, blonde lass knocks aside his defenses, and slices him
on the skull.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks attempts to parry,
but a thin, pallid, blonde lass breaks down his defenses, and chops him on
the thorax.

A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks's slice with his shield.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll forces through a sandy-haired,


green-eyed young woman's shield and strikes her skull with his limb.
A stubble-faced, wiry man misses a solid looking, pitch-black orc with
his slash.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks draws a one-eyed, bushy-b
earded man's attention.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll shifts his attention to a sandy-haired, g
reen-eyed young woman now that he is free.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll blocks a sandy-haired, green-eyed


young woman's slash with his massive.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man avoids a wiry, tattooed,


bronze-skinned man's shield and lunges his left elbow with his spear.
A short, squat, sinewy man rushes forward into the fray, swinging his
shield forwards to batter at a lean, flame-tressed lass's blade as he
rushes towards her, hacking wildly with a single-edged, bronze broadsword.

You have a small notch on the right hand.


Overall Health: ***** [stun: ******]
Remaining Stamina: ||||||
You will fight a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll until he is dead.
A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man misses a taut-muscled, red-handed man with
shaggy black locks with his slash.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll
He appears moderately injured.
A barbed-scaled, and snaggle-toothed troll has a moderate piercing on the right
hip.

Currently fighting: You and a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman.


A short, rawhide-cloaked person misses a lean, flame-tressed lass with
its slash.
You miss a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll with your lunge.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person breaks down a lean, flame-tressed


lass's buckler and chops her left thigh with its scimitar.
A thin, pallid, blonde lass slices a short, squat, sinewy man's thorax
with her sword.
A thin, pallid, blonde lass misses a short, squat, sinewy man with her
chop.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man avoids a weather-beaten,


charcoal-haired young man's shield and lunges his skull with his spear.
A solid looking, pitch-black orc breaks down a stubble-faced, wiry
man's shield and chops his left shoulder with his scimitar.
a sturdily-built, midnight-haired man [***** ] (engaged), leading:
a lean, flame-tressed lass [***** ] (engaged x 2),
a chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man [******],
a stubble-faced, wiry man [**** ] (engaged x 2),
a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man [***** ] (engaged),
a thin, pallid, blonde lass [***** ] (engaged),
a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man [***** ] (engaged),
a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman [***** ] (engaged).

A short, squat, sinewy man sidesteps a lean, flame-tressed lass's wild


slice.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc misses a stubble-faced, wiry man with


his strike.
A lean, flame-tressed lass blocks a short, squat, sinewy man's slash
with her buckler.

A stubble-faced, wiry man says in Westron, with a rustic tone and


unsophisticated choice of words ,
"Hallock need some help."

A lean, flame-tressed lass murmurs in Westron, in a warm tone,


"Cass is fighting."

A solid looking, pitch-black orc deftly parries a stubble-faced, wiry


man's slash with his scimitar.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks misses a
stubble-faced, wiry man with his slice.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man avoids a wiry, tattooed,


bronze-skinned man's shield and lunges his right foot with his spear.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person misses a lean, flame-tressed lass with


its slash.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person emphatically tells a lean, flame-tressed
lass something in an unknown tongue, his voice harsh and ragged, but you are
unable to decipher its words.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll blocks a sandy-haired, green-eyed


young woman's slash with his massive.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks deftly parries a
one-eyed, bushy-bearded man's slice with his sword.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass breaks down a short, squat, sinewy man's
shield and chops his right forearm with her axe.

A short, squat, sinewy man blocks a thin, pallid, blonde lass's slice
with his shield.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll misses a sandy-haired, green-eyed


young woman with his strike.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person chops a lean, flame-tressed lass's neck


with its scimitar.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man lunges a weather-beaten,


charcoal-haired young man's right elbow with his spear.
A short, squat, sinewy man sidesteps a lean, flame-tressed lass's wild
slice.
You miss a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll with your lunge.
You murmur in Westron,
"Errin! Relieve Hallock!"

A short, squat, sinewy man misses a lean, flame-tressed lass with his
slash.
A thin, pallid, blonde lass murmurs in Westron, in a soft spoken alto,
"Atttacking."

A solid looking, pitch-black orc misses a stubble-faced, wiry man with


his chop.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc strikes a stubble-faced, wiry man's


skull with his mace.
a sturdily-built, midnight-haired man [***** ] (engaged), leading:
a lean, flame-tressed lass [***** ] (engaged x 2),
a chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man [******],
a stubble-faced, wiry man [**** ] (engaged x 2),
a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man [***** ] (engaged),
a thin, pallid, blonde lass [***** ] (engaged),
a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man [***** ] (engaged),
a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman [***** ] (engaged).

A short, squat, sinewy man blocks a thin, pallid, blonde lass's chop
with his shield.

A lean, flame-tressed lass blocks a short, rawhide-cloaked person's


slash with her buckler.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc attempts to parry, but a stubble-faced,


wiry man knocks aside his defenses, and slices him very hard on the abdomen.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man sidesteps a weather-beaten,


charcoal-haired young man's wild thrust.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man avoids a weather-beaten,
charcoal-haired young man's shield and thrusts his thorax with his spear.

A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man misses a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks with his slice.

A short, squat, sinewy man blocks a thin, pallid, blonde lass's slice
with his shield.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks knocks aside a
stubble-faced, wiry man's shield and slashes his left upper arm with his
sword.
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman knocks aside a barbed-scaled,
snaggle-toothed troll's massive and slices his skull with her longsword.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll
He appears moderately injured.
A barbed-scaled, and snaggle-toothed troll has a moderate piercing on the right
hip.

Currently fighting: You and a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman.A lean, flame
-tressed lass murmurs in Westron, in a warm tone,
"Get him off Cass!"

A lean, flame-tressed lass blocks a short, rawhide-cloaked person's


chop with her buckler.

A lean, flame-tressed lass misses a short, squat, sinewy man with her
slash.

A lean, flame-tressed lass sidesteps a short, squat, sinewy man's wild


slice.
A short, squat, sinewy man sidesteps a lean, flame-tressed lass's wild
slice.
A short, squat, sinewy man knocks aside a lean, flame-tressed lass's
buckler and slashes her left foot with his broadsword.

A stubble-faced, wiry man sidesteps a solid looking, pitch-black orc's


wild chop.
A solid looking, pitch-black orc sidesteps a stubble-faced, wiry man's
wild slash.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll blocks your lunge with his massive.

A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a solid looking, pitch-black orc's


strike with his shield.
A stubble-faced, wiry man sidesteps a solid looking, pitch-black orc's
wild chop.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc attempts to parry, but a stubble-faced,


wiry man knocks aside his defenses, and slashes him hard on the left
shoulder.
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman draws a short, squat, sinewy man's attent
ion.
A lean, flame-tressed lass shifts her attention to a short, rawhide-cloaked pers
on now that she is free.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll misses a sandy-haired, green-eyed


young woman with his strike.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass breaks down a short, squat, sinewy man's
shield and chops his left thigh with her axe.
I don't recognize that command.
A stubble-faced, wiry man draws a short, rawhide-cloaked person's attention.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll growls.

A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a short, rawhide-cloaked person's


slash with his shield.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man blocks a wiry, tattooed,


bronze-skinned man's lunge with his shield.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man blocks a weather-beaten,


charcoal-haired young man's thrust with his shield.

A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man slashes a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks's left upper arm with his sword.
A short, squat, sinewy man blocks a thin, pallid, blonde lass's slash
with his shield.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person breaks down a stubble-faced, wiry man's


shield and chops his abdomen with its scimitar.
a sturdily-built, midnight-haired man [***** ] (engaged), leading:
a lean, flame-tressed lass [**** ] (engaged),
a chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man [******],
a stubble-faced, wiry man [**** ] (engaged x 3),
a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man [**** ] (engaged),
a thin, pallid, blonde lass [***** ] (engaged),
a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man [***** ] (engaged),
a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman [***** ] (engaged x 2).

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks knocks aside a


stubble-faced, wiry man's shield and slashes his skull with his sword.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person attempts to parry, but a lean,


flame-tressed lass knocks aside its defenses, and slashes it on the abdomen.

A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman misses a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll with her slice.

A short, squat, sinewy man misses a sandy-haired, green-eyed young


woman with his slash.
You murmur in Westron,
"SERGEANT, RELIEVE HALLOCK!"

A thin, pallid, blonde lass misses a short, squat, sinewy man with her
chop.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc breaks down a stubble-faced, wiry


man's shield and chops his abdomen with his scimitar.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll blocks your lunge with his massive.

A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a solid looking, pitch-black orc's


strike with his shield.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc attempts to parry, but a stubble-faced,


wiry man knocks aside his defenses, and slices him on the left thigh.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person knocks aside a stubble-faced, wiry


man's shield and slices his abdomen with its scimitar.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man avoids a weather-beaten,


charcoal-haired young man's shield and thrusts his right hand with his
spear.
A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man draws a solid looking, pitch-black o
rc's attention.
A stubble-faced, wiry man shifts his attention to a taut-muscled, red-handed man
with shaggy black locks now that he is free.
You start fighting more aggressively.

A short, squat, sinewy man blocks a thin, pallid, blonde lass's slash
with his shield.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man avoids a wiry, tattooed,


bronze-skinned man's shield and lunges his abdomen with his spear.

A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man slashes a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks's abdomen with his sword.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person says something in an unknown tongue, his
voice harsh and ragged, but you are unable to decipher its words.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll forces through a sandy-haired,


green-eyed young woman's shield and strikes her left elbow with his limb.

A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a short, rawhide-cloaked person's chop


with his shield.

A lean, flame-tressed lass misses a short, rawhide-cloaked person with


her slash.

A stubble-faced, wiry man motions for a truce with a taut-muscled, red-handed ma


n with shaggy black locks.

A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman blocks a short, squat, sinewy


man's slice with her shield.

A short, squat, sinewy man blocks a thin, pallid, blonde lass's chop
with his shield.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks knocks aside a
stubble-faced, wiry man's shield and slashes his left calf with his sword.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll sidesteps a sandy-haired,


green-eyed young woman's wild slash.
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman sidesteps a barbed-scaled,
snaggle-toothed troll's wild strike.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll blocks a sandy-haired, green-eyed
young woman's slice with his massive.
You murmur in Westron,
"All attacks on the TROLL!"
a chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man moves to assist you, engaging a barbed-
scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.
You overhear a solid looking, pitch-black orc say something, in a low,
nasally sound, but you are unable to decipher his words.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man exclaims something in an unknown
tongue, in a harsh, rolling growl, but you are unable to decipher his words.
A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron, his words
carried out in a gentle tenor,
"I'm not exactly in the position to do so, Corporal."

A chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man knocks aside a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll's massive and slices his thorax with his sword.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person misses a stubble-faced, wiry man with


its slash.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man blocks a wiry, tattooed,


bronze-skinned man's thrust with his shield.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc breaks down a weather-beaten,


charcoal-haired young man's shield and chops his left shoulder with his
scimitar.
You murmur in Westron,
"ERRIN, SERGEAN', RELIEVE HALLOCK."

You avoid a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll's defenses and lunge him


on the right elbow with your sword.
A solid looking, pitch-black orc forces through a weather-beaten,
charcoal-haired young man's shield and strikes his right upper arm with his
mace.

A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll blocks a stubble-faced, wiry


man's slice with his massive.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass sheathes a sturdy, iron longsword in a black leather
belt-harness.
a sturdily-built, midnight-haired man [***** ] (engaged), leading:
a lean, flame-tressed lass [**** ] (engaged),
a chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man [******] (engaged),
a stubble-faced, wiry man [*** ] (engaged x 3),
a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man [*** ] (engaged x 2),
a thin, pallid, blonde lass [***** ],
a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man [***** ] (engaged),
a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman [***** ] (engaged x 2).

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man lunges a wiry, tattooed,


bronze-skinned man's right foot with his spear.
A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man misses a taut-muscled, red-handed man with
shaggy black locks with his slice.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll exclaims something in an unknown
tongue, in a surprisingly clear, low rumble, but you are unable to decipher his
words.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person attempts to parry, but a lean,
flame-tressed lass knocks aside its defenses, and slices it on the left
calf.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll
He appears moderately injured.
A barbed-scaled, and snaggle-toothed troll has a moderate piercing on the right
hip.

Currently fighting: You, a chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man, a stubble-fac


ed, wiry man and a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person breaks down a stubble-faced, wiry man's
shield and chops his neck with its scimitar.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass gets a small, hand-held throwing axe.


A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman tries to draw a short, rawhide-cloaked pe
rson's attention.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man motions for a truce with a weather-beaten,


charcoal-haired young man.

A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman blocks a short, squat, sinewy


man's slice with her shield.

A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman draws a short, rawhide-cloaked person's a


ttention.
A stubble-faced, wiry man shifts his attention to a taut-muscled, red-handed man
with shaggy black locks now that he is free.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass hurls a small, hand-held throwing axe


forcefully at a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.
It lodges deeply in his right shoulder!
A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron, his words
carried out in a gentle tenor,
"Fuck, someone relieve me."

A solid looking, pitch-black orc's eyes dart about looking for an escape path!

A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman blocks a short, rawhide-cloaked


person's slash with her shield.
A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man blocks a wiry, tattooed,
bronze-skinned man's thrust with his shield.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person deftly parries a sandy-haired, green-eyed


young woman's slice with its scimitar.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man says, out of character,


"Mid combat break please folks!"

A chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man slashes a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll's left thigh with his sword.
You murmur in Westron,
"Feck, Orodreth, relieve th'Sergeantt!"

A thin, pallid, blonde lass gets a small, hand-held throwing axe.

You lunge a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll's thorax with your sword.


A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll drops:
a huge tree-limb
a massive, hard-oak and iron-banded shield
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll has been rendered unconscious.

A solid looking, pitch-black orc begins walking eastward, with a small waddle.
A solid looking, pitch-black orc flees!

A short, rawhide-cloaked person deftly parries a lean, flame-tressed


lass's slash with its scimitar.
A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man misses a taut-muscled, red-handed man with
shaggy black locks with his slice.
You're not fighting anyone.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person motions for a truce with a sandy-haired, green-e


yed young woman.

A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man blocks a taut-muscled, red-handed man with


shaggy black locks's slash with his shield.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks moves into position
to guard a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.
Ok.

A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman blocks a short, rawhide-cloaked


person's chop with her shield.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass hurls a small, hand-held throwing axe


forcefully at a short, squat, sinewy man.
It grazes him on the abdomen.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks motions for a truce with
a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person knocks aside a sandy-haired, green-eyed


young woman's shield and slashes her right forearm with its scimitar.
Ok.

A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man says in Westron, in a gruff bass,


"Trying."

A thin, pallid, blonde lass draws a sturdy, iron longsword from a black leather
belt-harness.
Ok.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man says, out of character,


"Stop everyone."

A thin, pallid, blonde lass backs off.

A lean, flame-tressed lass starts looking for a place to hide.


You say, out of character,
"EVERYONE STOP."

Amongst the Ancient Woods on the Slowly Sloping Land of IthilienExits: north eas
t south west
The greyer trees give way to a copse of evergreens, rising
tall and straight among their knotted and twisted brethren.
Green and proud, the needled branches push forth, brushing arm to
arm with their less stalwart cousins. From the foxy-brown carpet
of dried needles underfoot, small seedlings push up, looking like
tiny under-formed branches rising from the ground itself. The
heady scent of the needles overwhelms all other odors from the
surrounding forest, imbuing a sense of freshness and green.
A yard-length arrow with a barbed, bronze head is here.
A bronze-tipped crossbow bolt with an ash shaft is lying here.
An immense tree-limb, roughly carved into a club, is here.
A massive, hard-oak and iron-banded shield lies here.
A small throwing axe lies here, its blade gleaming.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll is lying here, unconscious.
A short, squat, sinewy man is here.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man is here.
A lean, flame-tressed lass is here. (grouped)
A chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man is here. (grouped)
A stubble-faced, wiry man is here. (grouped)
A short, rawhide-cloaked person is here.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks is here.
A weather-beaten charcoal-haired young man stands here. (grouped)
A thin, pallid, blonde lass is here. (grouped)
A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man is here. (grouped)
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman is here. (grouped)

You feel as if you have fully regained your balance.


A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man says, out of character,
"Please stop combat!"

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man sheathes a needle-point thrusting spear of


bronze in a black leather back harness.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man gets 18 very clean bandages from


a supple satchel of green leather.
A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man says, out of character,
"Aaaaaall we aaaaaare saaaaaaaying, is giiiive peeeeeace a chaaaance."

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man crouches beside a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll, carefully beginning to bind his wounds.

A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman murmurs in Westron, in a feisty


voice,
"Looks like the trolls almost down."

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks says, out of character,
"Roflcopter."

You are feeling slightly hungry.

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man finishes his ministrations; a


barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll wounds are bound.

As the two groups break apart, a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man rushes
to a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.
A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man towers over the prostrate form of a
barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll, a longsword with a tapering steel
blade dripping with the beast's blood as his gaze sweeps the field.

A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks steps over towards
the massive figure of a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll, a
two-handed, heavily-curved bronze sword swinging at anyone unfortunate enough
to get near it. That same pleasant smile etched over his features.

A short, rawhide-cloaked person crawls towards a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll with a loud hiss as he lowers himself close to the
ground, looking over the opposing human force.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man snarls toward the other group, gaze
sweeping over them.
A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man points a longsword with a tapering
steel blade towards a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man as he nears,
planting a foot atop the form of a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass sheathes a sturdy, iron longsword in an earthen brow
n scabbard embossed with the White Tree.

A thin, pallid, blonde lass stops using a net-covered hidebound buckler.

A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man flanks you, ready to continue the


melee.
You tell a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man in Westron,
"."

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man finishes his binding of a


barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll, snarling towards you as his group
reforms around it.

A short, squat, sinewy man says something in an unknown tongue, his dark
eyes glinting as he sweeps his gaze over those standing across the road, the
blade lowered for the moment, but you are unable to decipher his words.

A lean, flame-tressed lass stands there, chest heaving with quick breaths,
body shaking with adrenilin.

A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron, limping


back away from the combat, having apparently taken a few clean hits as he
reassembles formation; blood stains his armour but he's in more or less
serviceable condition,
"So that was that. I'm not in great shape here, Corporal. Carrying too
much weight."

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man exclaims something in an


unknown
tongue, calling back, but you are unable to decipher his words.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks exclaim
s something
in an unknown tongue, his voice a somber baritone, but you are unable to
decipher his words.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man murmurs in Westron, in a gruff b


ass,
"I'll cover you on the return trip sir."
<****** / ||||||> A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man points a longsword with
a tapering
steel blade at the harness on a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man's
back, and then down to a massive, hard-oak and iron-banded shield, his
weapon's pointed tip resting against the monstrosity's neck.
<****** / ||||||> A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man points a longsword with
a tapering
steel blade at the harness on a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man's
back, and then down to a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll, his weapon's
pointed tip resting against the monstrosity's neck.

<****** / ||||||> A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman murmurs in Westron, in


a feisty
voice,
"Let's worry about getting out of this alive first."

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man motions for those on his
side of the
combat to regroup around a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll, snarling
towards the others.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron


, with a
small smile,
"Getting out of it, Private? We're winning!"

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person stands next to a taut-muscled,


red-handed
man with shaggy black locks with both his weapons held firmly, growling lowly
and animalistic.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass murmurs in Westron, in a soft spok
en alto,
"Who is guarding Hallock and sergeant?"

<****** / ||||||> A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman moves into position to


guard a
stubble-faced, wiry man.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man moves into position to guard a


stubble-faced, wiry man.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man looks to you, his eyes bu
rning
with hate as he kneels beside a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll,
17 very clean bandages in hand.
<****** / ||||||> A lean, flame-tressed lass looks to a stubble-faced, wiry man,
a
taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks and herself.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass murmurs in Westron, in a soft spok
en alto,
"Orc east."

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man plants the butt of


an
ornately-carved, slender-shafted, steel headed spear into the dirt again, and
considers the opposing line of soldiers, particularly a wiry, tattooed,
bronze-skinned man.
<****** / ||||||> You tell a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man in Westron, pant
omiming tossing a longsword with a tapering steel blade away, as he eyes the man
, his grip nevertheless firm,
"Surrender your weapons."

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man murmurs in Westron, in a gruff b


ass,
"I got Hallock."

<****** / ||||||> A stubble-faced, wiry man sucks in several deep breathes.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron


, his words
carried out in a gentle tenor,
"Both of you have Hallock."

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man says something in an unkn


own tongue,
in a harsh, rolling growl, but you are unable to decipher his words.

<****** / ||||||> A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman moves into position to


guard a
weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks calmly
flicks the
blood from a two-handed, heavily-curved bronze sword and slides it into a
black leather back harness.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks sheathe
s a two-handed, heavily-curved bronze sword in a black leather back harness.

<****** / ||||||> Amongst the Ancient Woods on the Slowly Sloping Land of Ithili
enExits: north east south west
The greyer trees give way to a copse of evergreens, rising
tall and straight among their knotted and twisted brethren.
Green and proud, the needled branches push forth, brushing arm to
arm with their less stalwart cousins. From the foxy-brown carpet
of dried needles underfoot, small seedlings push up, looking like
tiny under-formed branches rising from the ground itself. The
heady scent of the needles overwhelms all other odors from the
surrounding forest, imbuing a sense of freshness and green.
A yard-length arrow with a barbed, bronze head is here.
A bronze-tipped crossbow bolt with an ash shaft is lying here.
An immense tree-limb, roughly carved into a club, is here.
A massive, hard-oak and iron-banded shield lies here.
A small throwing axe lies here, its blade gleaming.
A weather-beaten charcoal-haired young man stands here. (grouped)
A thin, pallid, blonde lass is here. (grouped)
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll is lying here, unconscious.
A short, squat, sinewy man is here.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man is here.
A lean, flame-tressed lass is here. (grouped)
A chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man is here. (grouped)
A stubble-faced, wiry man is here. (grouped)
A short, rawhide-cloaked person is here.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks is here.
A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man is here. (grouped)
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman is here. (grouped)
<****** / ||||||> a sturdily-built, midnight-haired man [******], leading:
a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man [*** ] (guarded),
a thin, pallid, blonde lass [***** ],
a lean, flame-tressed lass [**** ],
a chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man [******],
a stubble-faced, wiry man [*** ] (guarded),
a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man [***** ] (guarding: a stubble-faced, wiry man),
a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman [***** ] (guarding: a weather-beaten, cha
rcoal-haired young man).

<****** / ||||||> A lean, flame-tressed lass slips over closer to you.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man looks to you, hate seethi
ng from
him as he nods, extending a painted wicker shield edged in bronze over the
prone form of a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll as well as he
might.
<****** / ||||||> You will now guard a lean, flame-tressed lass.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man asks in Westron, s


heathing his
spear with a painful motion before digging around in his belt,
"Does any one of you soft-shafted fuckers speak common?"

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man sheathes an ornate


ly-carved, slender-shafted, steel headed spear in a battered leather back harnes
s.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man gets a roll of Wes


tmansweed
from an ornately tooled swordbelt of jet black leather.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person scans the eastern horizon.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks stops u
sing a tassled shortbow of carved horn.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks wields
a tassled
shortbow of carved horn.
<****** / ||||||> A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man reaches out with his shi
eld hand at
a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man's offer, shouldering it as he holds
a longsword with a tapering steel blade low, ready to thrust.

<****** / ||||||> A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman scans the eastern horiz
on.
<****** / ||||||> You sling the shield over your left shoulder.

<****** / ||||||> A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman scans the western horiz
on.

<****** / ||||||> A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman scans the northern hori
zon.

<****** / ||||||> A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman scans the southern hori
zon.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks knocks
an arrow
into a tassled shortbow of carved horn and points it at you before
pointing westward and making a thrusting motion.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks nocks a
yard-length arrow with a barbed, bronze head and draws back upon a tassled
shortbow of carved horn.

<****** / ||||||> A short, squat, sinewy man makes his way forward to stand besi
de a
taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks, his shield raised
before him as the other unshoulders his bow.
<****** / ||||||>
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks finishes loading a
tassled shortbow of carved horn.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks begins
to carefully
take aim at you with a tassled shortbow of carved horn!

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man murmurs in Westron, in a gruff b


ass,
"Watch that red handed bastard."

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass murmurs in Westron, in a soft spok
en alto,
"Take him?"
<****** / ||||||> A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man swears at a taut-muscled
,
red-handed man with shaggy black locks's aim, a massive, hard-oak and
iron-banded shield dropping.
<****** / ||||||> You stop using a studded, iron tower shield emblazoned with a
White Tree.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man snarls to you, attempting


to
swipe at your sword with a painted wicker shield edged in bronze.
<****** / ||||||>
A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron, his words
carried out in a gentle tenor,
"Want me to return the favour, Corporal?"
<****** / ||||||> You say in Westron,
"Aye."

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks returns
to
leveling the barbed arrow at you. His head now making a motion for you
westward.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass murmurs in Westron, in a soft spok
en alto,
"Axe away?"

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man sighs, a roll of


Westmansweed going away into his belt once more.
<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man puts a roll of Wes
tmansweed into an ornately tooled swordbelt of jet black leather.
<****** / ||||||> A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man takes a wiry, tattooed,
bronze-skinned man's blow, a longsword with a tapering steel blade
shifting back a bit as his foot slips from atop a barbed-scaled,
snaggle-toothed troll.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks says so
mething in an
unknown tongue, his voice a somber baritone, but you are unable to decipher his
words.

<****** / ||||||> A lean, flame-tressed lass murmurs in Westron, in a warm tone,


"I think they're asking us to leave..not very good hosts.."

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron


, his words
carried out in a gentle tenor,
"They're not in a position to ask us to leave."
<****** / ||||||> You murmur in Westron,
"Gan. Level a shot at th'troll, aye?"
A lean, flame-tressed lass nods to a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired
young man.
<****** / ||||||> Iron colored scales cover this colossal beast with short,
coarse black hair protruding. His eyes seem to glow with their
orange tint set against his dark skin tone. They are set toward
the sides of his head with his short, snout like nose positioned
between them and down about an inch. His teeth are yellowed,
jagged, and sharp. They are spaced apart without any semblance
of uniformity. Massive shoulders make his neck appear short,
despite the fact that it is quite stocky. Mammoth arms terminate
into meaty hands and his massive legs are supported by large
toeless, flat feet. His skin appears thick and elephantine.
This is consistant over his entire visible body.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll has a small crush on the thorax, a minor
bruise on the face, a minor perforation on the left thigh, a minor hole on the
left thigh, a moderate piercing on the right hip, a minor laceration on the
thorax, a minor gash on the thorax, a minor stab on the thorax, a minor
laceration on the abdomen, a small hole on the right hip, a small cut on the
skull, a small laceration on the thorax, a minor hole on the right elbow, a
bound wound on the right shoulder, a small slash on the left thigh, and a minor
puncture on the thorax.
He has a small, hand-held throwing axe lodged in the right shoulder.
<worn at throat> a collection of gruesome, rotting skulls
<worn over shoulder> a simple, black leather shoulder strap bearing a spear
<worn over shoulder> a crude gut-bag
<worn on legs> a patched, dim red loincloth

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man snaps his fingers,


attempting
to get a taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks's attention.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass sheathes a small, hand-held throwi
ng axe in a black leather belt-harness.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass slings a net-covered hidebound buc
kler over
her shoulder.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass stops using a heavy, maplewood cro
ssbow.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass wields a heavy, maplewood crossbow
.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass begins the somewhat laborious task
of loading
a heavy, maplewood crossbow with a simple, iron-tipped bolt.
<****** / ||||||>
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man says something in an unknown tongue,
waving shield off to the west, growling and seething in hate as he waves a
painted wicker shield edged in bronze, but you are unable to decipher his
words.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass finishes loading a heavy, maplewoo
d
crossbow.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass begins to carefully take aim at a
barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll with a heavy, maplewood crossbow.
<****** / ||||||> You murmur in Westron, looking briefly fromt a barbed-scaled,
snaggle-toothed troll to a lean, flame-tressed lass, his words soft,
"An' Cass, fetch her axe, I've got you."
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman murmurs in Westron, in a feisty
voice,
"Want me to use my bow or should i keep my sword out?"

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks ignores
a
weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man entirely as he continues to watch
you.

<****** / ||||||> A lean, flame-tressed lass sheathes a polished longsword with


a brass handguard in an earthen brown scabbard embossed with the White Tree.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man moves into position to gu


ard a
barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.
<****** / ||||||> You will now guard a lean, flame-tressed lass.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron


, his words
carried out in a gentle tenor,
"Mind pointing that fucker's attention at me, Corporal?"

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person starts looking for a place to


hide.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass looks at a short, squat, sinewy ma
n and frowns.
<****** / ||||||> A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man nods easily as a weather
-beaten,
charcoal-haired young man speaks towards him, looking to a taut-muscled,
red-handed man with shaggy black locks and waving a longsword with a
tapering steel blade behind him towards a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired
young man.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person starts looking for a place to


hide.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man notices a lean, flame-tre


ssed
lass, sliding a painted wicker shield edged in bronze atop a
barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll in some effort to shield them.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person starts looking for a place to


hide.

<****** / ||||||> A lean, flame-tressed lass slips over cautiously to a small, h


and-held
throwing axe.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man murmurs in Westron, in a gruff b


ass,
"The short one's trying to hide."
<****** / ||||||> You tell a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man in Westro
n, calling from across the fallen form of a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll
,
"B'lieve he thinks you're cute."

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass murmurs in Westron, in a soft spok
en alto,
"Just tell me to shoot... do not signal."
<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person starts looking for a place to
hide.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man says something in an unkn


own tongue,
calling behind him to a short, squat, sinewy man, but you are unable to
decipher his words.
<****** / ||||||> A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man shifts alongside a lean,
flame-tressed lass, his attention now returning to a stubble-faced, wiry
man with a smirk.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person starts looking for a place to


hide.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks says so
mething in an
unknown tongue, testingly as he looks over the assembled westmen, speaking out
in a decidedly harsher, more gutteral language, but you are unable to decipher
his words.

<****** / ||||||> A lean, flame-tressed lass reaches down carefully picking up a


small,
hand-held throwing axe.

<****** / ||||||> A lean, flame-tressed lass gets a small, hand-held throwing ax


e.

<****** / ||||||> A short, squat, sinewy man sheathes a single-edged, bronze bro
adsword in a battered, brown leather sheath.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man tells a taut-muscl


ed,
red-handed man with shaggy black locks in Westron, smiling slightly ferally as
he speaks, lifting a hand stiffly in a wave,
"Hello. Hi. How are you? Some weather we've been having. Now. Pay
attention."

<****** / ||||||> Groaning groggily, a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll rega


ins consciousness.

<****** / ||||||> A lean, flame-tressed lass slips back over to your side, just
a bit
behind him.

<****** / ||||||> Laying on his back, a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll let


s out a
rumble of a growl, however cannot stand.
<****** / ||||||>
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks either doesn't
comprehend or simply continues to ignore a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired
young man.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass breathes evenly, her shaking has s
topped now as
she aims a heavy, maplewood crossbow at a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed
troll's head.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man pats a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll as it shifts, motioning it to get behind him.
<****** / ||||||> A short, squat, sinewy man asks a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinn
ed man
something in an unknown tongue, stepping forwards towards the man as he lowers
the sword, finally sliding it back into its sheath, but you are unable to
decipher his words.
You ask a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man in Westron,
"'Ey, sir. You got ink? Reckon if we leave any o'the fecks alive, we
coul' send a letter to tha' friend o'yours. Maybe a troll finger?"

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man says something in an unkn


own tongue,
calling to a short, squat, sinewy man, but you are unable to decipher his
words.
<****** / ||||||> This person's features are not visible.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person appears moderately injured.
<wielded in right hand> a serrated, dusky iron scimitar
<wielded in left hand> a crude scimitar with a blackened blade
<worn on head> a grimy, rusting ringmail coif
<worn at neck> an assymetrical leather scale gorget
<worn about body> a rotting, rawhide wolf cloak with a spacious hood
<worn on body> a stinking, garish ringmail hauberk
<across the back> a greasy bundle of rags
<worn on arms> a mismatched set of leather scale sleeves
<worn on hands> a pair of white lizard skin gauntlets
<worn about waist> a double-looped belt capped with a bone buckle
<worn on legs> a mismatched set of leather scale greaves
<worn on feet> a tall pair of crusty black boots

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man slips 17 very clean banda
ges into
a supple satchel of green leather.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man puts 17 very clean bandag
es into a supple satchel of green leather.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man draws a needle-point thru


sting spear of bronze from a black leather back harness.
<****** / ||||||> You murmur in Westron, speaking sidelong to a thin, pallid, bl
onde lass, as he watches a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll rise warily,
"Gan. Th'fellow with the cloak. Plant a bolt in him."

<****** / ||||||> A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll stops resting.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass looks about.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass carefully searches the area.
<****** / ||||||> This person's features are not visible.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person appears moderately injured.
<wielded in right hand> a serrated, dusky iron scimitar
<wielded in left hand> a crude scimitar with a blackened blade
<worn on head> a grimy, rusting ringmail coif
<worn at neck> an assymetrical leather scale gorget
<worn about body> a rotting, rawhide wolf cloak with a spacious hood
<worn on body> a stinking, garish ringmail hauberk
<across the back> a greasy bundle of rags
<worn on arms> a mismatched set of leather scale sleeves
<worn on hands> a pair of white lizard skin gauntlets
<worn about waist> a double-looped belt capped with a bone buckle
<worn on legs> a mismatched set of leather scale greaves
<worn on feet> a tall pair of crusty black boots

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass finishes searching.


<****** / ||||||>
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman murmurs in Westron, in a feisty
voice,
"I wouldn't worry that troll look like it can't take much more."
<****** / ||||||> You murmur in Westron,
"Rawhide cloak, Private."

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man places himself between th


e troll and
the other group, backing away slowly, though his form is easily dwarfed by the
larger creature.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass begins to carefully take aim at a
short,
rawhide-cloaked person with a heavy, maplewood crossbow.
<****** / ||||||> This person's features are not visible.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person appears moderately injured.
<wielded in right hand> a serrated, dusky iron scimitar
<wielded in left hand> a crude scimitar with a blackened blade
<worn on head> a grimy, rusting ringmail coif
<worn at neck> an assymetrical leather scale gorget
<worn about body> a rotting, rawhide wolf cloak with a spacious hood
<worn on body> a stinking, garish ringmail hauberk
<across the back> a greasy bundle of rags
<worn on arms> a mismatched set of leather scale sleeves
<worn on hands> a pair of white lizard skin gauntlets
<worn about waist> a double-looped belt capped with a bone buckle
<worn on legs> a mismatched set of leather scale greaves
<worn on feet> a tall pair of crusty black boots

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass winces.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass squeezes the trigger, sending a si
mple,
iron-tipped bolt whirring through the air toward a short, rawhide-cloaked
person.
The missile strays off-course, hitting a short, squat, sinewy man instead,
and lodging deeply in his thorax!

<****** / ||||||> A short, squat, sinewy man says something in an unknown tongue
, giving a
harsh burst of laughter as he moves to stand in front of the creature as it
rises, his four feet eclipsed by the massive form of a barbed-scaled,
snaggle-toothed troll, but you are unable to decipher his words.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person shrieks loudly as a sandy-hair


ed,
green-eyed young woman points her crossbow at him, turning and limping off.
<****** / ||||||> You say in Westron, wetting his lips as his gaze drifts briefl
y to a short, rawhide-cloaked person, then back to a stubble-faced, wiry man, of
fering the man a wink,
" Oops."
A thin, pallid, blonde lass slings a heavy, maplewood crossbow over her
shoulder.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass draws a small, hand-held throwing
axe from a black leather belt-harness.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks releases the
bowstring, launching a yard-length arrow with a barbed, bronze head through
the air toward you!
It misses him completely.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass stops using a net-covered hideboun
d buckler.
<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person begins walking eastward.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks slings
a tassled
shortbow of carved horn over his shoulder.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man draws an ornately-


carved, slender-shafted, steel headed spear from a battered leather back harness
.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man grunts.


<****** / ||||||> You do not see that here.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks draws a
two-handed, heavily-curved bronze sword from a black leather back harness.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man tugs free his spea
r.
<****** / ||||||> In one word, this man can best be described as compact.
Though the crest of his skull fails to come even with the chin of
the average man, his build is wiry, his skin covering muscles
obviously not padded by the presence of fat, causing him to be
visibly angular in build, square shoulders giving way to a stocky
trunk. A sturdy, almost aquiline nose juts from his face, and
two heavy-set eyes, each a brown so dark that it is
near-indistinguishable from the pupil, sit on either side of it.
His skin is a moderate brown, the colour of undyed leather, and
bearing some of the weathered look of that material; his lips,
though somewhat redder in hue, are no darker than his skin.
High, arching brows sit above his eyes, giving him a somewhat
hawk-like appearance, well above his flat cheeks and solid jaw,
and his features are crowned by a crop of thick, lustreless,
straight hair which, brushed back to stay out of his face, falls
just past the base of his neck. On his right shoulder is
tattooed a large, upwards-pointing arrow, the main line of which
has been altered to resemble a spear, planted in the stylized
skull of a bear which has been placed just above his elbow.
Mirroring its position on his left shoulder is a banner,
outstretched, the ripples along its length indicating that it is
kept aloft by a strong gale. His inner forearms each have the
fang of a bear, mirroring one another, on them, enlarged to reach
from the elbow to just above the wrist, where they come to a
point.
A short, squat, sinewy man appears injured.
<carried in left hand> a bronze-sheathed, ovaloid shield
<worn on head> a bronze, cage-visored warhelm
<worn in hair> a multitude of bronze beads
<worn at throat> a polished bronze torc
<worn at neck> a rigid, bronze-band-splinted gorget
<worn about body> a heavy cloak of thick, dark fur with an engraved clasp
<worn on body> a splintmail hauberk of thick, bronze plates
<across the back> a simple leather backpack
<worn over shoulder> a tooled, black leather shoulder strap bearing a spear
<about upper right arm> a roughly-etched, dull bronze armband
<about upper left arm> a roughly-etched, dull bronze armband
<worn on arms> a pair of thick, bronze-plated splint vambraces
<worn on right wrist> a roughly-etched, dull bronze bracelet
<worn on left wrist> a roughly-etched, dull bronze bracelet
<worn on finger> an engraved, polished bronze ring
<worn on finger> an engraved, polished bronze ring
<worn about waist> a horn-buckled, polished leather belt
<worn on belt> a battered, brown leather sheath bearing a broadsword
<worn on belt> a black leather belt-harness bearing a javelin
<worn on legs> a pair of thick, bronze-plated splint greaves
<worn on right ankle> a brown leather ankle sheath bearing a dirk
<worn on left ankle> a brown leather ankle sheath bearing a dirk
<worn on feet> a pair of thick, bronze-plated boots

<****** / ||||||> A lean, flame-tressed lass puts a small, hand-held throwing ax


e into a simple leather backpack.

<****** / ||||||> A lean, flame-tressed lass draws a polished longsword with a b


rass handguard from an earthen brown scabbard embossed with the White Tree.

<****** / ||||||> With the confusion, a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man turns
, nearly
pushing a massive, hard-oak and iron-banded shield to the other side of the
road, exposing his back to a lean, flame-tressed lass.

<****** / ||||||> A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll groggily looks around,


unable to
stand his feet.
<****** / ||||||> A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man takes a half-step forwar
d, a
longsword with a tapering steel blade remaining low, held much like a spear
at the side of a studded, iron tower shield emblazoned with a White Tree.

<****** / ||||||> A short, squat, sinewy man says something in an unknown tongue
, grimacing
once as he glances down at the hole punched in a splintmail hauberk of thick,
bronze plates, but you are unable to decipher his words.
<****** / ||||||>
With the confusion, a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man turns, nearly
pushing a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll to the other side of the
road, exposing his back to a lean, flame-tressed lass.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man grits his teeth with a feral gri
n.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man scans the eastern


horizon.
<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man points at a short,
rawhide-cloaked person, to the east.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person is entering from the east.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person stalks back in, staying a far
way from the
rest of his group.

<****** / ||||||> Amongst the Ancient Woods on the Slowly Sloping Land of Ithili
enExits: north east south west
The greyer trees give way to a copse of evergreens, rising
tall and straight among their knotted and twisted brethren.
Green and proud, the needled branches push forth, brushing arm to
arm with their less stalwart cousins. From the foxy-brown carpet
of dried needles underfoot, small seedlings push up, looking like
tiny under-formed branches rising from the ground itself. The
heady scent of the needles overwhelms all other odors from the
surrounding forest, imbuing a sense of freshness and green.
A yard-length arrow with a barbed, bronze head is here. (x2)
A bronze-tipped crossbow bolt with an ash shaft is lying here.
An immense tree-limb, roughly carved into a club, is here.
A massive, hard-oak and iron-banded shield lies here.
A weather-beaten charcoal-haired young man stands here. (grouped)
A short, rawhide-cloaked person is here.
A stubble-faced, wiry man is here. (grouped)
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman is here. (grouped)
A lean, flame-tressed lass is here. (grouped)
A thin, pallid, blonde lass is standing near her formation, her weapon and
shield shaking. (grouped)
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll is sitting here.
A short, squat, sinewy man is here.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man is here.
A chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man is here. (grouped)
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks is here.
A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man is here. (grouped)

<****** / ||||||> A graceful, brown-coated doe is entering from the east.

<****** / ||||||> A graceful, brown-coated doe starts looking for a place to hid
e.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron


, his words
carried out in a gentle tenor,
"I'm guessing he's gone for help. End it, quickly."

<****** / ||||||> Wobbling as he does so, a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll


stands to
his feet awkwardly.

<****** / ||||||> A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll clambers on his feet.

<****** / ||||||> A graceful, brown-coated doe starts looking for a place to hid
e.

<****** / ||||||> In the insuing confusion a taut-muscled, red-handed man with s


haggy black
locks steps closer to the others of his group and makes to wrap an arm around
one of a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll's massive limbs.

<****** / ||||||> A graceful, brown-coated doe starts looking for a place to hid
e.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks eyes a
graceful,
brown-coated doe.

<****** / ||||||> A graceful, brown-coated doe starts looking for a place to hid
e.
A stubble-faced, wiry man engages a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed
troll in combat.
<****** / ||||||>
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man draws a stubble-faced, wiry man's attention
.

<****** / ||||||> A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll misses a stubble-faced,


wiry man
with his punch.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man draws a barbed-scaled, snaggle-t


oothed troll's attention.
A stubble-faced, wiry man shifts his attention to a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinn
ed man now that he is free.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man draws a one-eyed, bushy-b


earded man's attention.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man knocks aside a wiry, tattooed,


bronze-skinned man's shield and slices his abdomen with his sword.
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman misses a barbed-scaled,
snaggle-toothed troll with her slash.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man draws a sandy-haired, gre


en-eyed young woman's attention.
<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man blocks a stubble-faced, w
iry man's
slash with his shield.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks moves i
nto position
to guard a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.

<****** / ||||||> A stubble-faced, wiry man blocks a taut-muscled, red-handed ma


n with
shaggy black locks's slice with his shield.
<****** / ||||||>
A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man draws a taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy b
lack locks's attention.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man misses a wiry, tat


tooed,
bronze-skinned man with his thrust.

<****** / ||||||> A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman blocks a wiry, tattooed


,
bronze-skinned man's lunge with her shield.
<****** / ||||||> You murmur in Westron,
"Hold! Hold!"
<****** / ||||||>
A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man slings a studded, iron tower
shield emblazoned with a White Tree over his shoulder.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass hurls a small, hand-held throwing
axe
forcefully at a wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man.
It lodges in his left thigh.
A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man shifts to a two-handed grip on
an ornately-carved, slender-shafted, steel headed spear.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person engages a weather-beaten, char


coal-haired
young man in combat.
A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man attempts to parry, but a
short, rawhide-cloaked person breaks down his defenses, and chops him on the
thorax.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person drops its scimitar as he becomes tangled
with a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man.
<****** / ||||||>
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman draws a short, rawhide-cloaked person's a
ttention.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man motions for a truce with a taut-
muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks deftly
parries a
one-eyed, bushy-bearded man's slash with his sword.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person attempts to parry, but a sandy


-haired,
green-eyed young woman knocks aside its defenses, and slices it hard on the
abdomen.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass draws a sturdy, iron longsword fro
m an earthen brown scabbard embossed with the White Tree.
<****** / ||||||>
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man arcs his spear into the left hip of
a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman.
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman motions for a truce with a short, rawhide
-cloaked person.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man shifts to a single


-handed grip
on an ornately-carved, slender-shafted, steel headed spear.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person deftly parries a weather-beate


n,
charcoal-haired young man's lunge with its scimitar.
<****** / ||||||> a sturdily-built, midnight-haired man [******] (guarding: a le
an, flame-tressed lass), leading:
a weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man [*** ] (guarded) (engaged),
a stubble-faced, wiry man [*** ] (guarded),
a sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman [***** ] (guarding: a weather-beaten, cha
rcoal-haired young man) (engaged),
a lean, flame-tressed lass [**** ] (guarded),
a thin, pallid, blonde lass [***** ],
a chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man [******],
a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man [***** ] (guarding: a stubble-faced, wiry man) (en
gaged).
A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man stops using a studded, iron tower sh
ield emblazoned with a White Tree.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man sidesteps a taut-muscled, red-ha


nded man
with shaggy black locks's wild slice.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks attempts to parry,
but a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man knocks aside his defenses, and slices him
very hard on the left hip.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person gets a serrated, dusky iron sc


imitar.
A stubble-faced, wiry man engages a short, squat, sinewy man in
combat.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man draws a short, squat, sinewy man
's attention.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person breaks down a sandy-haired, gr


een-eyed
young woman's shield and chops her left calf with its scimitar.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person wields a serrated, dusky iron


scimitar.
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman blocks a short, rawhide-cloaked
person's slash with her shield.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks exclaim
s something
in an unknown tongue, his voice a somber baritone, but you are unable to
decipher his words.
<****** / ||||||> Ok.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man moves into position to guard a
barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man motions for a truce with a short
, squat, sinewy man.

<****** / ||||||> A short, squat, sinewy man draws a single-edged, bronze broads
word from a battered, brown leather sheath, stepping forwards once more as the o
thers leap forwards.
<****** / ||||||>
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman misses a short, rawhide-cloaked
person with her slash.
A short, rawhide-cloaked person's eyes dart about looking for an escape path!

<****** / ||||||> A short, squat, sinewy man blocks a stubble-faced, wiry man's
slash
with his shield.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person attempts to parry, but a thin,


pallid,
blonde lass knocks aside its defenses, and slices it very hard on the face.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man blocks a short, squat, sinewy ma


n's slice
with his shield.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man motions for a truce with a short
, squat, sinewy man.
<****** / ||||||>
A short, squat, sinewy man blocks a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man's slash
with his shield.
<****** / ||||||> Ok.

<****** / ||||||> A short, rawhide-cloaked person begins walking westward.


A short, rawhide-cloaked person flees!
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll weakly starts his retreat, his
footing unsure.
<****** / ||||||> Ok.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks exclaim
s something
in an unknown tongue, his voice a somber baritone, but you are unable to
decipher his words.

<****** / ||||||> Amongst the Ancient Woods on the Slowly Sloping Land of Ithili
enExits: north east south west
The greyer trees give way to a copse of evergreens, rising
tall and straight among their knotted and twisted brethren.
Green and proud, the needled branches push forth, brushing arm to
arm with their less stalwart cousins. From the foxy-brown carpet
of dried needles underfoot, small seedlings push up, looking like
tiny under-formed branches rising from the ground itself. The
heady scent of the needles overwhelms all other odors from the
surrounding forest, imbuing a sense of freshness and green.
A yard-length arrow with a barbed, bronze head is here. (x2)
A bronze-tipped crossbow bolt with an ash shaft is lying here.
An immense tree-limb, roughly carved into a club, is here.
A massive, hard-oak and iron-banded shield lies here.
A weather-beaten charcoal-haired young man stands here. (grouped)
A stubble-faced, wiry man is here. (grouped)
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman is here. (grouped)
A lean, flame-tressed lass is here. (grouped)
A thin, pallid, blonde lass is here. (grouped)
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll is here.
A short, squat, sinewy man is here.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man is here.
A chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man is here. (grouped)
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks is here.
A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man is here. (grouped)

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass backs off.

<****** / ||||||> A lean, flame-tressed lass raises her brows, watching it all.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man slaps a barbed-scaled,


snaggle-toothed troll's hide, pushing it away from the other group.
<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass sheathes a sturdy, iron longsword
in an earthen brown scabbard embossed with the White Tree.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man exclaims something in an


unknown
tongue, in a harsh, rolling growl, but you are unable to decipher his words.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass slings a net-covered hidebound buc
kler over
her shoulder.
A barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll begins slowly walking eastward.

<****** / ||||||> A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man murmurs in Westron, in a gruff b


ass,
"Been trying to. He kept comin."

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass stops using a heavy, maplewood cro
ssbow.
<****** / ||||||>
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks begins his departure
from the area with his dusky-skinned brethren.

<****** / ||||||> A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks sheathe
s a two-handed, heavily-curved bronze sword in a black leather back harness.

<****** / ||||||> A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man runs with his weakened an
d bloodied
group towards the east.
<****** / ||||||>
A thin, pallid, blonde lass wields a heavy, maplewood crossbow.

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass begins the somewhat laborious task
of loading
a heavy, maplewood crossbow with a simple, iron-tipped bolt.
<****** / ||||||>
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks gets a
bronze-embossed square shield from a supple satchel of red leather.

<****** / ||||||> Amongst the Ancient Woods on the Slowly Sloping Land of Ithili
enExits: north east south west
The greyer trees give way to a copse of evergreens, rising
tall and straight among their knotted and twisted brethren.
Green and proud, the needled branches push forth, brushing arm to
arm with their less stalwart cousins. From the foxy-brown carpet
of dried needles underfoot, small seedlings push up, looking like
tiny under-formed branches rising from the ground itself. The
heady scent of the needles overwhelms all other odors from the
surrounding forest, imbuing a sense of freshness and green.
A yard-length arrow with a barbed, bronze head is here. (x2)
A bronze-tipped crossbow bolt with an ash shaft is lying here.
An immense tree-limb, roughly carved into a club, is here.
A massive, hard-oak and iron-banded shield lies here.
A weather-beaten charcoal-haired young man stands here. (grouped)
A stubble-faced, wiry man is here. (grouped)
A sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman is here. (grouped)
A lean, flame-tressed lass is here. (grouped)
A thin, pallid, blonde lass is here. (grouped)
A short, squat, sinewy man is here.
A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man is here.
A chocolate-eyed, raven-haired young man is here. (grouped)
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks is here.
A one-eyed, bushy-bearded man is here. (grouped)

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass says in Westron, in a soft spoken
alto,
"Lets send them back naked."

<****** / ||||||> A thin, pallid, blonde lass finishes loading a heavy, maplewoo
d
crossbow.

<****** / ||||||> A weather-beaten, charcoal-haired young man murmurs in Westron


, stepping
back away from the group with a shake of his head,
"Corporal. We're either killing these lads or taking them prisoner. Let's
not sit here masturbating one another. Let's get right down to the
hanky-pank."

A wiry, tattooed, bronze-skinned man begins walking eastward, with firm, confide
nt steps.
A short, squat, sinewy man begins walking eastward, his quiet strides rapid desp
ite his short stature.
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks begins walking eastward.
You murmur in Westron, grunting as he watches the troll amble away, a longsword
with a tapering steel blade lowering as he circles a short, squat, sinewy man,
"Aye, aye."