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<940/940hp 408/568m 1001/1001mv>26550tnl(-23.78%)2 AM bramble
You begin digging a small hole.
<940/940hp 386/568m 1001/1001mv>26550tnl(-23.78%)3 AM
You finish digging and arrange a nest of vicious brambles for an unsuspecting victim.
***Snip a few ticks waiting for morior to arrive for a duel***
Morior has arrived.
Morior grunts something incomprehensible, not amused by his circumstances.
< 1 Storm Pal> Talhar the Humble
<38 Human Ran> Trevant the Delver of Caverns
<29 Human War> Angrelm the Combatant
< Dwarf AVA> Ysaloerye Onagresingen the Bawdy Old Biddy of War
<40 Elf War> Iliandrill the Master of Weapons
Players found: 40
<940/940hp 440/568m 1001/1001mv>26550tnl(-23.78%)6 AM
Morior gets a small violet root from a large saddle bag.
<940/940hp 440/568m 1001/1001mv>26550tnl(-23.78%)6 AM sc
Morior finishes eating a small violet root.
Morior conjures a cloud of purple smoke.
***? No bramble fire?***
***Snip, fight***
(PK) Mezrar West Sumner's Road
<278/940hp 447/568m 1001/1001mv>26550tnl(-23.78%)8 AMGallow Hill
You are standing in the middle of what appears to be a nearly endless
plain. All around you one foot tall stalks of dry grass sway to the
gentle breeze which blows through here. The plains are very quiet,
and in fact there seems to be no other traces of life here. A small
hill rises up here, breaking the monotony of the plains. On this
little hill you can see two gallows, with rotting human tissue hanging
from the rope. To the south and east you see a pair of roads converging
to a junction, while the plains continue north and west.
Traces of fresh blood are visible on the vegetation growing here.
You carefully step around the bramble pit.
****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!****
<278/940hp 447/568m 1001/1001mv>26550tnl(-23.78%)8 AM(PK) Mezrar Gallow Hill
<278/940hp 447/568m 1001/1001mv>26550tnl(-23.78%)8 AMThe North Road
The old dusty road runs north-south straighter than an arrow, the monotony of
the plains dulling your senses. The only thing that stands between a
traveler and a lost wanderer, is the simple worn down path on which you
walk. A short wild grass covers the land all around you, growing in small
patches even on the road. The air is fresh and comforting, away from the
cities and crowds. Off to the south, you can see the dust rising off a road
that seems to run across the North Road. The North Road continues to the
north and south.
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