Old East Road
*Xerxes the Hobbit* is standing here, riding on a mountain mule.
*Irdis the Elf* is standing here, riding on the trained horse driven by *Simba the Elf*.
*Simba the Elf* is standing here, riding on the trained horse.
*Gandor the Elf* is standing here, riding on the trained horse.
*Durambir the Human* is standing here, riding on the trained horse.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.

* R HP:Fine Mana:Burning>*Durambir the Human* smites your left foot extremely hard and shatters it.
Clip-clop...*Xerxes the Hobbit* leaves south riding a mountain mule.
Clip-clop...*Simba the Elf* and *Irdis the Elf* leave south riding the trained horse.
Clip-clop...*Gandor the Elf* leaves south riding the trained horse.
You hear some apparently very close noise coming from the south.
No way! You are fighting for your life!

* R HP:Hurt Mana:Burning *Durambir the Human*:Healthy>No way! You are fighting for your life!

* R HP:Hurt Mana:Burning *Durambir the Human*:Healthy>flee
Clip-clop...*Xerxes the Hobbit* has arrived from the south riding a mountain mule.
Clip-clop...*Simba the Elf* and *Irdis the Elf* have arrived from the south riding the trained horse.
Clip-clop...*Gandor the Elf* has arrived from the south riding the trained horse.
*Simba the Elf* strongly pierces your head.
PANIC! You can't quit the fight!

* R HP:Hurt Mana:Burning *Durambir the Human*:Healthy>flee
*Simba the Elf* pierces your head extremely hard.
PANIC! You can't quit the fight!
*Durambir the Human* smites your left arm extremely hard and shatters it.
That really did HURT!
PANIC! You can't quit the fight!

* R HP:Wounded Mana:Burning *Durambir the Human*:Healthy>flee
flee
PANIC! You can't quit the fight!

* R HP:Wounded Mana:Burning *Durambir the Human*:Healthy>PANIC! You couldn't escape!

* R HP:Wounded Mana:Burning *Durambir the Human*:Healthy>
*Simba the Elf* pierces your right arm extremely hard and shatters it.
You feel a strong ache there!

* R HP:Bad Mana:Burning *Durambir the Human*:Healthy>flee
flee
*Irdis the Elf* utters the words, 'qahijf gsfal'
A sudden burst of colours sends you reeling
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
*Gandor the Elf* utters the words, 'qahijf gsfal'

You are dead! Sorry...

Ouch! You lose a level!
Nah... You feel too relaxed to do that..

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