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That dog had gumption.

I personally encountered the great Fon last night on his drunken journey.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary > n
Toman Head Road
The road here continues on its north to south course and pays little heed
to the world around it. The surface of the road has been marred with
several scratches like slices in a piece of leather armor. The damage in
the road makes no difference in the ability to navigate it.
[ obvious exits: N E S ]
North: A conscripted soldier now fights for the Seanchan.
South: A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary > s
Toman Head Road Intersection
As if it were a tributary of a large river, the grassy road merges with the
Toman Head Road here. The green fades off into the brown of the well
travelled road. A few dried clumps of grass attempt to make a home in the
middle of the traffic. They are unsuccessful, at best.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
North: A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
West: A conscripted soldier now fights for the Seanchan.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Fon the Street Watch is standing here, riding a warhorse.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary > 'hey
You say 'hey'

no
* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary > l
[notice ]
You start paying increased attention to your surroundings.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary > Toman Head Road Intersection
As if it were a tributary of a large river, the grassy road merges with the
Toman Head Road here. The green fades off into the brown of the well
travelled road. A few dried clumps of grass attempt to make a home in the
middle of the traffic. They are unsuccessful, at best.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
North: A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
West: A conscripted soldier now fights for the Seanchan.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Fon the Street Watch is standing here, riding a warhorse.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary > 'iko in falme afk
You say 'iko in falme afk'

* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary > l
Toman Head Road Intersection
As if it were a tributary of a large river, the grassy road merges with the
Toman Head Road here. The green fades off into the brown of the well
travelled road. A few dried clumps of grass attempt to make a home in the
middle of the traffic. They are unsuccessful, at best.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
North: A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
West: A conscripted soldier now fights for the Seanchan.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Fon the Street Watch is standing here, riding a warhorse.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary > '*somethin' secret
You say '*super secret*'

* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary >
Fon says 'w34o4m'

* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary > l
Toman Head Road Intersection
As if it were a tributary of a large river, the grassy road merges with the
Toman Head Road here. The green fades off into the brown of the well
travelled road. A few dried clumps of grass attempt to make a home in the
middle of the traffic. They are unsuccessful, at best.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
North: A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
West: A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Fon the Street Watch is standing here, riding a warhorse.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary >
Fon says 'hshhshsd'

* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary > ponder
You ponder life, the universe, and everything. *My brain is processing.*

* R HP:Wounded MV:Weary >
A brown deer has arrived from the south.
The day has begun.
Your heartbeat calms down more as you feel less panicked.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded > l
Toman Head Road Intersection
As if it were a tributary of a large river, the grassy road merges with the
Toman Head Road here. The green fades off into the brown of the well
travelled road. A few dried clumps of grass attempt to make a home in the
middle of the traffic. They are unsuccessful, at best.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
North: A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
West: A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Fon the Street Watch is standing here, riding a warhorse.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded >
Sorjan chats 'trading/selling halberds/tridents.'

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded >
Fon says 'i dodude you noninja'

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded >
Fon says 'didnt se yoiu come'

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded >
Ciegon narrates 'on 2 df'

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded > shake
You shake your head.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded > l
Toman Head Road Intersection
As if it were a tributary of a large river, the grassy road merges with the
Toman Head Road here. The green fades off into the brown of the well
travelled road. A few dried clumps of grass attempt to make a home in the
middle of the traffic. They are unsuccessful, at best.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
North: An antelope blends into the scenery.
West: A conscripted soldier now fights for the Seanchan.
A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Fon the Street Watch is standing here, riding a warhorse.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded > stat
You are a 59 year old male human rogue.
Your height is 5 feet, 9 inches, and you weigh 175.0 lbs.
You are carrying 0.0 lbs and wearing 44.2 lbs, very light.
Your base abilities are: Str:17 Int:12 Wil:12 Dex:19 Con:17.
Offensive bonus: 153, Dodging bonus: 94, Parrying bonus: 157
Your mood is: Wimpy. You will flee below: 0 Hit Points
Your armor absorbs about 49% on average.

You are subjected to the following effects:
- NOTICE

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded > l
Toman Head Road Intersection
As if it were a tributary of a large river, the grassy road merges with the
Toman Head Road here. The green fades off into the brown of the well
travelled road. A few dried clumps of grass attempt to make a home in the
middle of the traffic. They are unsuccessful, at best.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
North: An antelope blends into the scenery.
West: A conscripted soldier now fights for the Seanchan.
A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Fon the Street Watch is standing here, riding a warhorse.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded >
Seeras chats 'how do you light works again?'

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded > l
Toman Head Road Intersection
As if it were a tributary of a large river, the grassy road merges with the
Toman Head Road here. The green fades off into the brown of the well
travelled road. A few dried clumps of grass attempt to make a home in the
middle of the traffic. They are unsuccessful, at best.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
North: An antelope blends into the scenery.
West: A conscripted soldier now fights for the Seanchan.
A cute brown deer eyes you nervously.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
Fon the Street Watch is standing here, riding a warhorse.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded > 'going out post to killa damane for clanquest
You say 'going out post to killa damane for clanquest'

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded > wave fon
You wave goodbye to Fon. *I didn't know what he said.*

One of the things I love about Fon is that even though he can appear to be drunk, he can still MUD. He ripped 3 Seanchan within an hour after this.....I think.

* R HP:Scratched MV:Full >
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.

* R HP:Scratched MV:Full >
*Stomp* has arrived from the east, riding a |1|.shadow stallion

* R HP:Scratched MV:Full > Players in your Zone
--------------------
Madison - The Blight
Terinor - The Blight
Weir - The Blight
Dilon - The Blight

* R HP:Scratched MV:Full > [k dark]
You try to lance *Stomp*, but he parries successfully.

[bash ] ull - Stomp: Scratched >

+
*Stomp* tries to pierce you, but you deflect the blow.

-
*Stomp* teases you about the way you look.

=
Your bash at *Stomp* sends him sprawling!

* R HP:Scratched MV:Full - Stomp: Scratched > You narrate 'on allw stomp'

* R HP:Scratched MV:Full - Stomp: Scratched > You barely lance *Stomp*'s body.
You narrate 'bashed'

* R HP:Scratched MV:Full - Stomp: Hurt > You cackle gleefully.

* R HP:Scratched MV:Full - Stomp: Hurt >
A shrill piercing scream reverberates through the area.

* R HP:Scratched MV:Full - Stomp: Hurt > [bash ]
They already seem to be stunned.

* R HP:Scratched MV:Full - Stomp: Hurt > You tickle *Stomp*'s body with your lance.
*Stomp* panics, and attempts to flee!t >

epic troll

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I think alot of people play up the whole drunk thing just so they can type crap and be appreciated for it. God knows ive done it alot myself but at least I can manage to type a sentence that actually makes complete proper sense, some people just cant hold their liqour.

I love players with a good sense of RP:

* HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Thaden tells you 'I will tie you to a board, drag you behind my bloodstock stallion from the Blight, to the Mountains of Mist, stop....light the board on fire, dance around you while I drink ale and sing tales of the light.'

o HP:Wounded MV:Full >narr there is a heron at gk.
You narrate 'there is a heron at gk.'

o HP:Wounded MV:Full >
Guden tells you 'i'm sure it's a retool'

o HP:Wounded MV:Full >
Guhadin says 'aha!'

o HP:Wounded MV:Full > repl no
You reply to Guden 'no'
Conejita says 'hahaha'

o HP:Wounded MV:Full > repl im sure its a heron
You reply to Guden 'im sure its a heron'

o HP:Wounded MV:Full > repl see for yourself.
Guden has arrived from the west.
You reply to Guden 'see for yourself.'

o HP:Wounded MV:Full > point heron
You point at her.

o HP:Wounded MV:Full >
Guden snickers softly.

o HP:Wounded MV:Full >
Guden throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

o HP:Wounded MV:Full > l
The Gatekeep
Two large round towers lie to the west and the same to the east. This area
is enclosed by great walls connecting all four towers, with portcullises
in between the towers to the east and west. The portcullis to the west is
jammed half way down. The portcullis to the east has a large hole ripped
through the iron bars. Beyond the east portcullis lie the main gates to
the castle courtyard. These monstrous oak doors are wide open leaving the
castle totally unprotected. A path runs westward away from the castle.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A thick brown sack has been discarded here.
Guden the Wolfish Trolloc is standing here mending a weapon.
A burly trolloc stands here, eyeing the surroundings.
Guhadin the Pugnacious Destroyer is standing here.
Conejita the Infected Squirm is standing here.
A white heron is visible flying high in the sky.
An enormously fat, slobbering trolloc drags a large sack around.
Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl.
Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl.
Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl.
Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl.
Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.

o HP:Wounded MV:Fresh > e
Entrance to the Courtyard
It is now obvious just how run down this castle is. The walls surrounding
the castle have become piles of rubble in many places or are nearly
completely covered by large thorny vines. Most of the towers on the wall have
collapsed rendering them totally useless. The ceilings of both keeps have
also fallen in on themselves totally destroying the top level of each. To
the east are the twin keeps, and the courtyard continues in all directions.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
Falling silent, a muzzled trolloc tests the wind... and begins to growl.
A hooved trolloc anxiously stamps its feet.


o HP:Wounded MV:Full > The Courtyard
To the east lie the shattered remains of the southern keep. From here the
devastation is even more apparent than before. The roof of this once
prominant keep has collapsed in on itself totally destroying the upper
level of the keep. Large vines with huge spikes on them have made the walls
of the keep their home. To the north a well can be seen and to the east is
the entrance to the barracks.

A temporary makeshift pen of rocks and wood blocks the way to the south,
but it can easily be opened by a strong arm.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A trolloc is here commanding a fist of troops.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.
A wolfish trolloc is here, howling for blood.
A huge darkhound is here, drooling and snarling.

o HP:Wounded MV:Full > n
The Well
Here lies a deep dark well. The crank that lowers the bucket is heavily
rusted and appears as if it would break at the first touch. A bucket dangles
from a frayed and well used rope. The large granite stones that make up
the sides of the well have become brittle with age and are falling apart.
The ground around the well shows signs of grass sprouting in small clumps
indicating that there must be some water within the well. The courtyard
continues in all directions, and the entrance to the southern keep lies to
the east.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A revolting well bubbles with the blood of the sacrificed.
A black flame dances here in midair.
An aging weaponsmaster stands nearby.
A hooded myrddraal, brooding in the shadows, slowly faces you.

o HP:Wounded MV:Full > e
wher

The Courtyard
One of the few parts of the courtyard not cluttered, the cobblestone can
actually be seen. A well lies to the west set in large granite stones. The twin
keeps that once stood menacingly to the east are now crumbling and falling
apart.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
An enormously fat, slobbering trolloc drags a large sack around.
A white heron is here flying around.
A beaked trolloc is here, scouting.
A grim-eyed man patrols the area for his Dark Lord.
A tall, ramshorned trolloc is here, commanding.

o HP:Wounded MV:Full > Players in your Zone
--------------------
Mighty - The Courtyard
Guhadin - The Blacksmith's Workshop
Conejita - The Gatekeep
Equitant - The Blacksmith's Workshop

o HP:Wounded MV:Full >
Guden tells you 'it's a retooled raven'

so.

dumb.

overwhelming.

o HP:Healthy DP:Bursting MV:Fresh > na May just go rent
You narrate 'May just go rent'

o HP:Healthy DP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Equitant narrates 'im on the way down!'

o HP:Healthy DP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Enigma narrates 'there was like 26 about 45 mins ago'

o HP:Healthy DP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Equitant narrates 'not worth it?'

o HP:Healthy DP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Stomp narrates 'lykan just assume 0 on SS'

o HP:Healthy DP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Stomp narrates 'firetruck your face'

o HP:Healthy DP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Stomp narrates 'firetruck your face'

o HP:Healthy DP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Stomp narrates 'firetruck your face'

o HP:Healthy DP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Stomp narrates 'firetruck your face'

o HP:Healthy DP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Stomp narrates 'god i hate this game'

So what are his plans for the second date??

* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh > Outside the Western Gate of Caemlyn
The massive gates of Caemlyn, capital of Andor, rise before you to the
east. The bustle and noise of the city can be heard at all hours, and
during the day long lines of people form to enter the realm of Queen
Morgase, ruler of one of the greatest cities of the known world. Drifting
off towards Whitebridge to the west, the Caemlyn Road leaves its namesake
behind, amongst the colors of the Queen's Guard.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
Several arrows lie on the ground.
An iron lantern hangs from the wall above the gate.
A *newbie female human* is standing here.
Equitant the Rabid Hunter is standing here.
A young and eager sheepdog is here, lolling its tongue.
A black shadow stallion paws the ground here, fiery-red eyes shining with evil, being ridden by you.
Nietzsche narrates 'need help in tear warrior prac'

* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh > *Dougras* has arrived from the north, riding a gray palfrey.
Equitant eats a severed leg.
[where ]
Players in your Zone
--------------------
Slyver - The Caemlyn Road
Equitant - Outside the Western Gate of Caemlyn
Nooro - Outside the Western Gate of Caemlyn

* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
An eager sheepdog nuzzles Nooro's hand.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
A *human* says 'how do i become a darkfriend'

* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
*Dougras* says 'good man'

* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Equitant looks at *Dougras*.

sni
* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
Slyver tries to pierce *Dougras*, but he parries successfully.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh > You snicker softly.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh >
*Dougras* tries to lance Slyver, but he parries successfully.
Slyver tries to pierce *Dougras*, but he parries successfully.
*Dougras* falls down laughing.

* R HP:Healthy SP:Bursting MV:Fresh > 'oi wait

*Dougras* says 'bad timin'

rofl

* R S HP:Wounded DP:Bursting MV:Winded > pray no worries about my american IP, I am in Orlando for a congress and testing out american link in pk
You pray 'no worries about my american IP, I am in Orlando for a congress and testing out american link in pk '

* R S HP:Wounded DP:Bursting MV:Winded >
Someone answers your prayer 'No! You have been Razhacked! Sorry....'

Itesh speaks from the Light 'Good news for Imperial Army folks. My minion has made you quests. Let me know if they don't work and I'll hit her with a brick.'

Roberto narrates 'tuk came on me'

Roberto narrates 'nalwin who killed you'
Nalwin chats 'I'm not sure.'
Roberto chats 'stabbed?'
Nalwin chats 'No indication of that. Some dark force was draining my life force though.'
Roberto chats 'ahh you picked up an inky black coat'
Roberto narrates 'come down in ef.. ill take your gear there'
Nalwin chats 'Indeed I did. I thought black would look rather smashing on me.'
Roberto chats 'problem is that is a fade cloak.. and it kills you'
Nalwin chats 'My luck would be that bad...'

Aw, Nalwin! My poor new guy! That's hilarious. I never thought to school him on inkies...

.

oh you guys, you're gold

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roflmao at lister the defensive lawyer

winner!!

*Yeri* has arrived from the west, riding a warhorse.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded > Kick who?
*Ruslan* has arrived from the east, riding a gray palfrey.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded >
*Ruslan* struggles to barrel down on a warhorse, a dark blue tasseled spear aimed at his chest.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded > v
v
[k seanchan]
You try to pierce *Ruslan*, but he parries successfully.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded - Ruslan: Hurt > [k seanchan]
You do the best you can!

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded - Ruslan: Hurt >
You try to pierce *Ruslan*, but he parries successfully.
*Ruslan* charges a warhorse with a dark blue tasseled spear, creating a neat display of flying blood.
A warhorse is dead! R.I.P.
Your blood freezes as you hear a warhorse's death cry.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded - Ruslan: Hurt > l

You try to pierce *Ruslan*, but he deflects the blow.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded - Ruslan: Hurt > Road Before the Swamplands
The road north of Toman Head passes close to dreary swampland. Nearby
fields are relatively dry and grasses have firmly taken root, but in the
west the landscape changes radically. In that direction clearly lies wide
swamplands with a variety of vegetation that is wetter and thicker than the
open plains typical of Almoth.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving east.
There are some tracks of a ridden mount leaving west.
The corpse of a warhorse is lying here.
*Ruslan* is here, fighting YOU!, riding a gray palfrey.
*Yeri* is standing here.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, being ridden by you.
A young and strong buck is here, munching some grass.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded - Ruslan: Hurt > cmw

You try to pierce *Ruslan*, but he deflects the blow.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded - Ruslan: Hurt > [cha mood wimpy]
Mood changed to: Wimpy

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded - Ruslan: Hurt > pd

*Yeri* leaves west.

* R HP:Wounded MV:Winded - Ruslan: Hurt > f
*Ruslan* tries to strike you, but you parry successfully.
You try to pierce *Ruslan*, but he parries successfully.
[change posture defensive]
Posture changed to: Defensive
*Ruslan* drawls 'Um.'