: Tall evergreen trees rise up in the air, their earliest branches
: hundreds of feet up, in which large birds nest. The ground is covered
: by a deep black mist has enveloped this area of the forest. Your vision
: is obscured by the deep fog, which amplifies the jungle noises to sound
: as if that roar was right in front of you. Spider webs entangle themselves
: around your arms and legs, your mind pleads panic.
: Exits: North East South
:
: < 990hp 33ma 200mv >
: laugh
: You fall down laughing.
:
: < 990hp 33ma 200mv >
: where
: You are in The Marsh. Also in this area are:
: Name - Location
: -----------------------------------------
: Zam - Evergreen Terrace
Death Grounds
A bloody skirmish has happened here not so long ago, and both sides
have suffered considerable casualties, a gruesome sight: an enormous
pile of long since dead bodies of various warm-blooded creatures, both
the Mer and sahaguins. Since nobody bothered to do the burying, the
corpses have been allowed to rot freely, and enough stench to turn a
shark's stomach has accumulated in the stagnant water. Maybe a shovel
was a little too complicated a machine for the would-be caretakers. The
concentration of ptomac poison makes breathing not only difficult, but
also extremely dangerous for the living.
Exits:
Rdnzl is mortally wounded, and will die soon, if not aided.
< 940hp 71ma 223mv >
where
You are in Atlantis, Lyme. Also in this area are:
Name - Location
-----------------------------------------
Zam - Death Grounds
< 940hp 71ma 223mv >
sca
You peer intently all around, and see :
Rdnzl : right here
< 940hp 71ma 223mv >
l rdnzl
Rdnzl was a warrior of either extreme luck or extreme cowardice. Or both.
He has survived the skirmish that has left the dead mounded around him,
but barely. His gills have a greenish tint to them, perhaps the first
signs of gangrene. Numerous fresh wounds cover his body, some of them
bad enough to require stitches. A heavy concussion has made his gaze
almost trancelike. With broken fins and an injured spine, Rdnzl is a
fighter no more. And yet he clings to life like a stubborn sea cow to
the ground, his fingers grasping the now useless jagged sword tightly.
Rdnzl is in excellent condition.
You attempt to peek at the inventory:
You can't see anything.
| hehe Ever :) - Zam , 15.05.2003 16:01 MSK |
