o W C>bash wall
Nothing seems to happen.

o W C>bash wall
Nothing seems to happen.

o W C>bash wall
Nothing seems to happen.

o W C>bash wall
Nothing seems to happen.

o W C>bash wall
The wall gave away under the pressure.
Your blood freezes as you hear a death cry.

o W C>w
An Abandoned Cellar
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Troll* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
The corpse of *a Man* is lying here.
An experienced orkish scout is looking for tracks on the ground.
An orkish soldier is here, patrolling the area.
*Naswan the Silvan Elf* is here, fighting *Peoria the Cave Troll*.
*Quavair the Noldorin Elf* is here, fighting *Peoria the Cave Troll*.
*Milo the Dwarf* is standing here.
*Fildur the Dwarf* is here, fighting *Peoria the Cave Troll*.
*Eryng the Noldorin Elf* is standing here.
*Peoria the Cave Troll* is here, fighting *Naswan the Silvan Elf*.
Exits: East.
A hungry warg has arrived from the east.
*Eryng the Noldorin Elf* begins some strange incantations...
*Milo the Dwarf* utters the word 'yufzbarr'
*Milo the Dwarf* throws a fireball at *Peoria the Cave Troll*, completely enveloping him in flames.

* W C>kk2
[kill *man*]

*Peoria the Cave Troll* sends *Naswan the Silvan Elf* sprawling with a powerful bash.

* W C>They aren't here.

* W C>kk1
[kill *elf*]
* W C *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Wounded *Peoria the Cave Troll*:Wounded>
You pound *Naswan the Silvan Elf*'s left arm hard.

* W C *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Wounded *Peoria the Cave Troll*:Wounded>
*Milo the Dwarf* begins some strange incantations...

* W C *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Wounded *Peoria the Cave Troll*:Wounded>
*Peoria the Cave Troll* panics, and attempts to flee.

* W C *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Wounded *Peoria the Cave Troll*:Wounded>
*Peoria the Cave Troll* panics, and attempts to flee.
*Peoria the Cave Troll* leaves east.

You pound *Naswan the Silvan Elf*'s head very hard and shatter it.

* W C *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Bad>e
No way! You are fighting for your life!

* W C *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Bad>
*Milo the Dwarf* begins some strange incantations...

* W C *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Bad>
You pound *Naswan the Silvan Elf*'s left hand extremely hard and shatter it.

* W C *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Bad>
*Naswan the Silvan Elf* seems to have recovered his senses.

* W C *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Bad>
*Naswan the Silvan Elf* begins some strange incantations...

* W C *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Bad>
*Eryng the Noldorin Elf* begins some strange incantations...
*Fildur the Dwarf* opens the hatch.
*Milo the Dwarf* utters the words 'qahijf gsfal'
*Milo the Dwarf* sprays you with piercing rays of many-coloured light.

* W C HP:Fine *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Bad>
*Fildur the Dwarf* leaves up.

* W C HP:Fine *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Bad>
An orkish scout says 'Bastard! How dare you? I will remember your face Quavair!'

* W C HP:Fine *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Bad>
*Naswan the Silvan Elf* utters the words 'gpaqtuio ofags'
You get a shock as *Naswan the Silvan Elf* grasps at you.
You pound *Naswan the Silvan Elf*'s right foot extremely hard and shatter it.
*Naswan the Silvan Elf* is incapacitated and will slowly die, if not aided.

* W C HP:Fine *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Dying>
*Milo the Dwarf* utters the words 'qahijf gsfal'
*Milo the Dwarf* sprays you with piercing rays of many-coloured light.

* W C HP:Fine *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Dying>
*Milo the Dwarf* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Fine *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Dying>
*Eryng the Noldorin Elf* utters the word 'yufzbarr'
*Eryng the Noldorin Elf*'s fireball completely envelops you, causing infernal pain.

* W C HP:Hurt *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Dying>
*Eryng the Noldorin Elf* begins some strange incantations...

* W C HP:Hurt *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Dying>
*Milo the Dwarf* utters the words 'qahijf gsfal'
*Milo the Dwarf* sprays you with piercing rays of many-coloured light.

* W C HP:Hurt *Naswan the Silvan Elf*:Dying>
*Milo the Dwarf* begins some strange incantations...
You pound *Naswan the Silvan Elf*'s left foot extremely hard and shatter it.
You receive your share of experience.
[get coins corpse]
Yes! You're beginning to get the idea.
Your blood freezes as you hear *Naswan the Silvan Elf*'s death cry.
*Naswan the Silvan Elf* is dead! R.I.P.
A shadow slowly rises above the corpse of *Naswan the Silvan Elf*.

* W C HP:Hurt>The icy grasp of a shadow blocks your attempt!
You didn't find a coins in a corpse.

* W C HP:Hurt>flee
You flee head over heels.
PANIC! You couldn't escape!

* W C HP:Hurt>flee
You flee head over heels.
Rough Passageway
Exits: North South West.