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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 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 sandy-haired, green-eyed young woman holds her sword at the ready as she
prepares for combat.
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.
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 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 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 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 thin, pallid, blonde lass draws a sturdy, iron longsword from an earthen brown
scabbard embossed with the White Tree.
A thin, pallid, blonde lass gets a small, hand-held throwing axe from
a simple leather backpack.
A short, squat, sinewy man tries to draw a lean, flame-tressed lass's attention.
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 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 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 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 short, squat, sinewy man blocks a thin, pallid, blonde lass's chop
with his shield.
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 misses a short, squat, sinewy man with her
slash.
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 thin, pallid, blonde lass misses a short, squat, sinewy man with her
chop.
A short, squat, sinewy man blocks a thin, pallid, blonde lass's slash
with his 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 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 solid looking, pitch-black orc's eyes dart about looking for an escape path!
A solid looking, pitch-black orc begins walking eastward, with a small waddle.
A solid looking, pitch-black orc flees!
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks motions for a truce with
a one-eyed, bushy-bearded man.
A thin, pallid, blonde lass draws a sturdy, iron longsword from a black leather
belt-harness.
Ok.
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)
A taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks says, out of character,
"Roflcopter."
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 thin, pallid, blonde lass sheathes a sturdy, iron longsword in an earthen brow
n scabbard embossed with the White Tree.
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 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 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 thin, pallid, blonde lass murmurs in Westron, in a soft spok
en alto,
"Who is guarding Hallock and sergeant?"
<****** / ||||||> 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 short, squat, sinewy man sheathes a single-edged, bronze bro
adsword in a battered, brown leather sheath.
<****** / ||||||> A lean, flame-tressed lass slips back over to your side, just
a bit
behind him.
<****** / ||||||> 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 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 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 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 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 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 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
<****** / ||||||> 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 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 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 starts looking for a place to hid
e.
<****** / ||||||> A graceful, brown-coated doe starts looking for a place to hid
e.
<****** / ||||||> 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 taut-muscled, red-handed man with shaggy black locks moves i
nto position
to guard a barbed-scaled, snaggle-toothed troll.
<****** / ||||||> 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 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 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 one-eyed, bushy-bearded man draws a short, squat, sinewy man
's attention.
<****** / ||||||> 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 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 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 lean, flame-tressed lass raises her brows, watching it all.
<****** / ||||||> 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 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 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."