I command assassins with a simple word!
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Without warning, Anonymous figure stabs you from behind!
Do: starting commands.
HP:207 EP:47| You don't feel like a wimp anymore.
HP:207 EP:47| There is too much light here.
Get what? You can't see anything.
HP:207 EP:47| There is too much light here.
There is no flask here to open.
HP:207 EP:47| Drink what?
HP:207 EP:47| Do: Commands completed.
HP:207 EP:47| You are too busy to make an attack!
Anonymous figure swings the shadow sword wildly above you.
Do: starting commands.
HP:207 EP:47| There is too much light here.
Get what? You can't see anything.
HP:207 EP:47| There is too much light here.
There is no flask here to open.
HP:207 EP:47| Drink what?
HP:207 EP:47| Drink what?
HP:207 EP:47| There is too much light here.
There is no flask to close here.
HP:207 EP:47| There is too much light here.
Put what? You can't see a thing.
HP:207 EP:47| Do: Commands completed.
HP:207 EP:47| You notice someone sizing you up.
Someone looks around the room with white glowing eyes.
You nearly decapitate someone.
Anonymous figure slices you from top to bottom!
You cry out in battle-glory and slide the blade through someone.
Anonymous figure swings the shadow sword wildly above you.
You say: Go away NILS
HP:181 EP:47| You wish you hit someone.
Anonymous figure swings the shadow sword wildly above you.
Someone begins shielding you.
You notice someone sizing you up.
You can't go that way!
HP:181 EP:47| There is too much light here.
Flames leap from the tops of buildings and ravage the shrubbery
which lines the inner portion of the street. Above you a looming
cloud of black smoke drops ash and burning debris. As you walk along
you can envision the happy town that once was, hearing the laughter of
children and smelling the scent of fresh baked goods. None of that
remains, all that is left are piles of burned rubble and devastated
framework with the occasional standing home. Soon nothing will be
left but battered wood and black ash. Only the slightest sense of
hope remains in the air as you wander down the street -- a sense of hope
which soon may cease altogether.
The remains of a home lie in a heap to the west.
A foul brown haze covers everything.
The only obvious exits are west, north and south.
HP:181 EP:47| You wish you hit someone.
Anonymous figure swings the shadow sword wildly above you.
Anonymous figure blahs.
Helpful woman leaves south.
Flames leap from the tops of buildings and ravage the shrubbery
which lines the inner portion of the street. Above you a looming
cloud of black smoke drops ash and burning debris. As you walk along
you can envision the happy town that once was, hearing the laughter of
children and smelling the scent of fresh baked goods. None of that
remains, all that is left are piles of burned rubble and devastated
framework with the occasional standing home. Soon nothing will be
left but battered wood and black ash. Only the slightest sense of
hope remains in the air as you wander down the street -- a sense of hope
which soon may cease altogether.
The remains of a home lie in a heap to the west.
A foul brown haze covers everything.
The only obvious exits are west, north and south.
The brutally slain corpse of Merchant
An injured guard limps along slowly
Mizrahi the eorling Deathmaster (Shadowspawn of Mordor)
HP:182 EP:48| Mizrahi falls down laughing.
You laugh.
HP:182 EP:48| Mizrahi snickers insanely.