Snide's First Kill

rest
You sit down and rest your tired bones.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
l me
   Large and rangy, this brutally misshaped orc is more muscular than bulky.
Ropy strands of a pale greyish sinewy wrap around his long arms and lead down
to spidery, worn fingers. With athletic legs and a firm torso, this orc
doesn't hunch, frame stout. Terrible pale scars cover it's jaundiced skin,
though a majority of the wounds tend to be purplish bruises and permanent
indentations, including a nasty dent in the back of the creature's skull.
Despite the numerous wounds, wispy strands of black hair sprout from it's head.
Raw grey eyes, an angular facial structure and high cheek bones complete this
orc's unique look.

   You detect an overpowering stink of musty about him.



A stout, rip-scarred orc appears moderately injured.

<worn on head>           a brittle, tan leather coif
<worn over shoulder>     a greasy bundle of rags
<worn over shoulder>     a shoddy, rawhide-bound wing-shaped shield
<worn on body>           a damaged, chestnut-rust, half-rotten rawhide gambeson
<worn around the chest>  a thick, bicolor leather cloak
<about upper right arm>  a grimy black armband showing a shattered skull
<worn about waist>       a tan belt with a bog-iron buckle
<worn on belt>           a brittle, tan sheath bearing a battleaxe
<worn on belt>           a worn, ragged leather sheath bearing an axe
<worn on legs>           a pair of dark-grey, half-rotten rawhide leggings
<worn on feet>           a pair of decrepit leather boots

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
dia me
A stout, rip-scarred orc

He appears moderately injured.

A stout, rip-scarred orc has a severe crush on the thorax, a minor bruise on
the face, a small contusion on the right calf, a minor contusion on the right
knee, a minor crush on the left knee, a minor contusion on the right calf, a
minor contusion on the left calf, and a minor bruise on the right calf.


<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
An indigo-skinned, scar-faced orc walks in from the east, looking about
purposefully.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
An indigo-skinned, scar-faced orc begins walking eastward, looking about
purposefully.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc trudges in from the east.
A scrawny burned-faced orc trudges in from the east, lugging along a pelt,
and a corpse.
A sturdy, pitch-black orc paces in from the east.
A gangly, gaunt-faced goblin paces in from the east, plodding with hard
flat-footed steps.
A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair trudges in from the
east, form hunched, long neck stretched forward.
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc trudges in from the east, on an uneven,
shambling gait.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A gangly, gaunt-faced goblin idly pokes at a medium, skinned warg
carcass that he carries with the point of a nicked serrated-sword with a
tan hilt.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc says, with a hoarse, scratchy voice,
   "Right, kill that torch if it's still lit. Oughtter save it."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>

A gangly, tattooed male orc whispers something to a scrawny burned-faced
orc, but you can't quite make out the words.
A gangly, tattooed male orc promptly tends to a scrawny burned-faced
orc's wounds.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>

A gangly, tattooed male orc whispers something to a cyclopean,
umber-skinned orc, but you can't quite make out the words.
A gangly, tattooed male orc promptly tends to a cyclopean, umber-skinned
orc's wounds.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc walks in from the east, lumbering along with
purposeful, heavy steps.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc puts out a simple wooden torch.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc puts a simple wooden torch into a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
You overhear a gangly, tattooed male orc whispering to a sturdy,
pitch-black orc,
   " . . .   cost to  . . . for this treatment."
A gangly, tattooed male orc promptly tends to a sturdy, pitch-black
orc's wounds.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin nods to a
cyclopean, umber-skinned orc.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc sets the corpse of a prodigious orb spider with
midnight patterning down long enough for a gangly, gaunt-faced goblin to
prod at the hole in his face before looking around the room.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc moves over to a spot in the wall, silently
easing down. He lifts his blood-red gaze, to watch the group.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc sits down and rests.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair puts out a simple
wooden torch.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc tells a spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed
miniature goblin, with a hoarse, scratchy voice,
   "'ey runt. Got us some meat and hide. Yeh'll have a share soon as you
    finish that armour."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
You overhear a sturdy, pitch-black orc say, noticing a battle-torn,
brutish orc walk in,
   " . . . know if  . . .    "

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
You overhear a cyclopean, umber-skinned orc say, with a hoarse, scratchy
voice,
   " . . .  Go'head  . . . "

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc gets a worn, shoddy, rawhide-bound coffin
shield from a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc puts a worn, shoddy, rawhide-bound coffin shield into a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc gets a raw, sepia boar pelt from a
blood-drenched dark green nettlecloth sack.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc asks a battle-torn, brutish orc, with a dead,
monotonous baritone,
   "Hey, who are you?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A scrawny burned-faced orc hisses lowly, remaining ever close to a
cyclopean, umber-skinned orc.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
You overhear a scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair say
something, offers a small shrug of his shoulders as he leans upon a nicked
triangular-headed short-spear once more, but you are unable to make out his
words.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc pulls out a raw, sepia boar pelt, looking it
over slowly. His attention drifts towards a sturdy, pitch-black orc as
he's regarded, his cold, blood-red eyes narrowing on a sturdy, pitch-black
orc.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc remains standing for a while, glancing
around and watching the others before moving to squat south of the entrance.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells a sturdy, pitch-black orc, after a moment,
in his gutteral voice,
   "Azgrog."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc drops the corpse of a prodigious orb spider with midnight patterning, letting it fall gracelessly to the ground.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc sheathes a nicked triangular-headed short-spear in a tan, brittle battle harness.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc stores a shoddy, rawhide-bound coffin
shield across his back.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc crosses his arms and lets out a pained
wheeze, waiting for the others to butcher their kills.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc slowly tucks a raw, sepia boar pelt away
with a grunt.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc puts a raw, sepia boar pelt into a blood-drenched dark green nettlecloth sack.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc tells a battle-torn, brutish orc, with a dead,
monotonous baritone,
   "Azgrog, huh? Who runnin' around this place with? We could use some more
    muscle on these little -outings- of ours. I know lizard and rat ain't
    that much fun."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair lets out a soft
chuckle, nodding his head, "Boar 'n warg more fun," he observes, wry smile
upon his features.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells a sturdy, pitch-black orc, rumbling in his
gutteral voice, looking back to a sturdy, pitch-black orc,
   "I killed a boar by m'self recently."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc looks towards a scrawny, sunken faced goblin
with greasy black hair a moment, before fixing his gaze back on a sturdy,
pitch-black orc.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A gangly, gaunt-faced goblin tells a scrawny, sunken faced goblin with
greasy black hair, observing idly as he continues to support the corpse of a
prodigious orb spider with midnight patterning,
   "Piggie makes funnier noises."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells a sturdy, pitch-black orc, simply, with an
easy nod of his large head,
   "Strength in numbahs. Been watching y'lot. Makin' sure yer' strong'n
    worthy for meh t'even consider hunting with."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair tucks a simple
wooden torch into a blood-covered greasy bundle of rags, looking towards
a gangly, gaunt-faced goblin, "'ey squeel," he agrees, nodding, "Good
ta poke 'oles in."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc tells a battle-torn, brutish orc, with a tilt of
his head towards a cyclopean, umber-skinned orc,
   "Why don't you tag along with us then? We were headin' back out another
    entrance."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
dia sturdy
A sturdy, pitch-black orc

He appears to be slightly the worse for wear.

A sturdy, pitch-black orc has a moderate gore on the face.


<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
dia umber
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc

He appears moderately injured.

A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc has a grievous notch on the skull, and a
moderate bite on the abdomen.


<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
dia scrawny
A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair

He appears injured.

A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair has a minor bruise on the
left shoulder, a small bruise on the neck, a small bruise on the left thigh,
and a moderate gore on the left shoulder.


<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc tells a battle-torn, brutish orc, as an aside,
   "I'm Giil, one eye here is Gormahg, he's the uruk you gotta convince to
    run with us though."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
time

It is late at night on Treesday, the 27th day of March, the Month of Birches,
in the year 2911 of the Third Age.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc shrugs at that, turning his attention to the
corpse of a prodigious orb spider with midnight patterning, briefly.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc gives a single affirmative nod to a
battle-torn, brutish orc while he stands amidst the group, his lone eye
scrupulously appraising the other orkin.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>

A battle-torn, brutish orc says, looking to a cyclopean, umber-skinned
orc, with a grunt,
   "Y'want a reason? Bes' me innah' figh', and I will listen t'yer command."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A large square of tan leather has been neatly folded here.
A tan, dog leather strap lies here. (x2)
The corpse of a prodigious orb spider with midnight patterning is lying
here.
A battle-torn, brutish orc is resting here.
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc squats here just south of the entrance.
A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair stands here.
A gangly, gaunt-faced goblin with piss yellow eyes lingers around.
A sturdy, pitch-black orc is here.
A scrawny-looking orc with a half-burned face skulks here.
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc is here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is resting here.
(idle)
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
stand
You stop resting, and stand up.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>

A spindly, snaggletoothed orc paces in from the east, looking about
purposefully.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells a cyclopean, umber-skinned orc, after a
moment, simply in his deep voice,
   "I don' follow weak leaders. So prove t'me you ain' weak."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc's word seem to pique a hunched, dark-skinned
male orc's interest, his straightens somewhat, peering quickly between a
battle-torn, brutish orc and a cyclopean, umber-skinned orc.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly, snaggletoothed orc begins slowly walking eastward, looking about
purposefully.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc walks in from the east.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc closes the eastern
rickety-door.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
You overhear a gangly, tattooed male orc whispering to a stupendously
huge, brutally-scarred orc,
   " . . . is no  . . .     "
A gangly, tattooed male orc promptly tends to a stupendously huge,
brutally-scarred orc's wounds.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc asks a cyclopean, umber-skinned orc, bobbing his
head a couple of times with a very bored expression,
   "What ya think?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (closed rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A large square of tan leather has been neatly folded here.
A tan, dog leather strap lies here. (x2)
The corpse of a prodigious orb spider with midnight patterning is lying
here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc takes up space here.
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc squats here just south of the entrance.
A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair stands here.
A gangly, gaunt-faced goblin with piss yellow eyes lingers around.
A sturdy, pitch-black orc is here.
A scrawny-looking orc with a half-burned face skulks here.
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc is here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is resting here.
(idle)
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc hears the door shut and looks back, noticing a
stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc wander in. He raises his free hand
in a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc's direction. "Recka."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc pushes to his feet slowly, regarding a
cyclopean, umber-skinned orc with a calm, but grim expression.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell stupendously Ey, Recka.
You tell a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, voice firm,
   "Ey, Recka."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>

You overhear a gangly, tattooed male orc whispering to a short and stocky
orc covered in rough ebony skin,
   " . . .  no cost  . . . you  . . . this  . . ."
A gangly, tattooed male orc promptly tends to a short and stocky orc
covered in rough ebony skin's wounds.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l me
A scrawny burned-faced orc hisses darkly, and his singular eye darts from
a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc to a cyclopean, umber-skinned
orc. "Hmm..." he whispers, picking at his teeth with his finger.
   Large and rangy, this brutally misshaped orc is more muscular than bulky.
Ropy strands of a pale greyish sinewy wrap around his long arms and lead down
to spidery, worn fingers. With athletic legs and a firm torso, this orc
doesn't hunch, frame stout. Terrible pale scars cover it's jaundiced skin,
though a majority of the wounds tend to be purplish bruises and permanent
indentations, including a nasty dent in the back of the creature's skull.
Despite the numerous wounds, wispy strands of black hair sprout from it's head.
Raw grey eyes, an angular facial structure and high cheek bones complete this
orc's unique look.

   You detect an overpowering stink of musty about him.



A stout, rip-scarred orc appears moderately injured.

<worn on head>           a brittle, tan leather coif
<worn over shoulder>     a greasy bundle of rags
<worn over shoulder>     a shoddy, rawhide-bound wing-shaped shield
<worn on body>           a damaged, chestnut-rust, half-rotten rawhide gambeson
<worn around the chest>  a thick, bicolor leather cloak
<about upper right arm>  a grimy black armband showing a shattered skull
<worn about waist>       a tan belt with a bog-iron buckle
<worn on belt>           a brittle, tan sheath bearing a battleaxe
<worn on belt>           a worn, ragged leather sheath bearing an axe
<worn on legs>           a pair of dark-grey, half-rotten rawhide leggings
<worn on feet>           a pair of decrepit leather boots

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
The eastern rickety-door is opened from the other side.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc tells a battle-torn, brutish orc, with a
hoarse, scratchy voice,
   "Hreh. Fact you realize there's strength in numbers means you ain't
    another foolhardy bruiser like the snaga we found lying dead out in the
    mountains today. I'll fight you when I'm rested."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc asks, with a guttural, slowing
bass, in Orkish,
   "Everyone here?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
An earless, round-bellied orc walks in from the east.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A scrawny burned-faced orc says, out of character,
   "Misdir. Ugh."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
dia me
A scrawny burned-faced orc hisses darkly, and his singular eye darts from
a battle-torn, brutish orc to a cyclopean, umber-skinned orc.
"Hmm..." he whispers, picking at his teeth with his finger. <Fix>.
A stout, rip-scarred orc

He appears moderately injured.

A stout, rip-scarred orc has a severe crush on the thorax, a minor bruise on
the face, a small contusion on the right calf, a minor contusion on the right
knee, a minor crush on the left knee, a minor contusion on the right calf, a
minor contusion on the left calf, and a minor bruise on the right calf.


<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc asks a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc,
ignoring the conversation at hand as a cyclopean, umber-skinned orc takes
over,
   "Figure we'd make a party of gettin' thrashed. What'd you run into?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
An earless, round-bellied orc says, holding a pair of creamy-white,
half-rotten rawhide leggings in his hand at his side as he glances around the
room,
   "Tha's a lot of Uruk."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
ydia huge
I don't recognize that command.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A large square of tan leather has been neatly folded here.
A tan, dog leather strap lies here. (x2)
The corpse of a prodigious orb spider with midnight patterning is lying
here.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc takes up space here.
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc squats here just south of the entrance.
A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair stands here.
A gangly, gaunt-faced goblin with piss yellow eyes lingers around.
A sturdy, pitch-black orc is here.
A scrawny-looking orc with a half-burned face skulks here.
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc is here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc sits down, grunting and itching.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
dia huge
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc

He appears moderately injured.

A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc has a minor hole on the left eye, a
minor cut on the left elbow, a moderate gash on the thorax, a minor slash on
the right hip, a moderate laceration on the thorax, and a moderate gash on the
skull.


<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc says, with a guttural, slowing
bass, in Orkish,
   "I fell down some stairs."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin peers curiously
over at a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, some concern filling his
bug-like gaze.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin asks a stupendously
huge, brutally-scarred orc, squeaking quietly in soft, shy whispers,
   "Recka not broke?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells a cyclopean, umber-skinned orc, looking
back to a cyclopean, umber-skinned orc, rumbling in his gutteral voice,
   "Ain' see no poin' in killing you. Migh' even still hunt with yah, if
    y'jus' prove you fih' t'lead."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc says, slumping against the wall near the corpse
of a prodigious orb spider with midnight patterning,
   "Must've been some sharp stairs."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell huge (ignoring ~pitch, voice steady) Recka, is Krud Ironskull still looking for muscle?
You ask a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, ignoring a sturdy, pitch-black orc, voice steady,
   "Recka, is Krud Ironskull still looking for muscle?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc says, with a grunt, glancing to a stupendously
huge, brutally-scarred orc,
   "Tha' uruk y'call Recka tried t'take on two of our kin. 'e los'. And ran."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells you, with a guttural,
slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "Always."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair glances towards a
stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc for a moment, having to look up to do
it as he leans upon a nicked triangular-headed short-spear.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc gives a nod in understanding to a
battle-torn, brutish orc "I follow yeh, Azgrog. But there ain't no point
to a fight right now, when I'm worn out from wargslaying. Soon, we'll meet"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell stupendously Count me in. Can probably count Grat an' Raskel in, too.
You tell a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, voice firm,
   "Count me in. Can probably count Grat an' Raskel in, too."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
emote gestures to ~earless and ~stocky with a spidery finger.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc asks you, exacerbated by a
gangly, gaunt-faced goblin's poking around at him,
   "Grat and Raskel?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||> A stout, rip-scarred orc gestures to an earless, round-bellied orc and
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin with a spidery finger.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
say They're from my old tribe.
You say, voice firm,
   "They're from my old tribe."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc says, with a guttural, slowing
bass, in Orkish,
   "Oh...that's a lot of yrk."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
[A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes (Vadok Ushtarak Warband) is online.
Use NOTIFY to reply in kind.]

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell stupendously (patting a clenched fist against *cloak) I bring the muscle and the blades.
You tell a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, patting a clenched fist against a thick, bicolor leather cloak,
   "I bring the muscle and the blades."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
An earless, round-bellied orc just kind of stands around off to the side,
looking over the various orcs in the room as he grips a pair of creamy-white,
half-rotten rawhide leggings.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc says, musing to himself mostly,
   "We gettin' a fair number of old tribes creepin' in, that's for sure."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair brings his free hand
up to scratch idly at his cheek with a yellowed fingernail, "'ell."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l stupendously
   Besides the multitude of swollen, badly scarred slabs of muscle, over-sized
bones and mossy-green skin stretched across a wide frame, with corded
extremities, this orc stands firm with a nearly bald head, save a rust-red
topknot, squashed down between huge shoulders and lacking much in the way of a
neck. The expanse of his back looks like a mutilated mess of scar tissue,
puncture wounds healed purplish, like he'd been porcupined at one point. He
has a large nose with flaring nostrils, set between two crimson-red eyes. Two
overly large canines set on the lower set of his teeth protrude slightly from
large, fleshy lips.

   You detect an overpowering stink of musty about him.

   His gear is travel-worn, like he'd been living in the woods for weeks on
end, though it probably wasn't looking very great when he first got them,
either. A battle harness holds a simple dagger, positioned for easy access
across the front of his shoulder. With a large head to match the arm-strength
of this orc, a bog-iron hammer is slung at his left side, and beside that a
well-worn axe.

A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc appears moderately injured.

<carried in right hand>  a simple wooden torch (lit)

<worn on head>           a worn, brown, half-rotten rawhide hood
<across the back>        a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags
<worn over shoulder>     a tan, brittle battle harness bearing a blade
<worn over shoulder>     a shoddy, rawhide-bound diamond shield
<worn on body>           a blood-drenched, tawny, half-rotten rawhide gambeson
<about upper right arm>  a grimy black armband showing a shattered skull
<worn about waist>       a pale belt with a bog-iron buckle
<worn on belt>           a brittle, tan sheath bearing a bludgeon
<worn on belt>           a supple, mottled grey sheath bearing an axe
<worn on legs>           a pair of black, half-rotten rawhide leggings

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells a cyclopean, umber-skinned orc, rumbling
in his gutteral voice, shifting his weight from foot to foot,
   "Tha' is fine. We shall do ih' innah arena."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>

A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin opens his eyes as he
hears you and a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc speak his
name, not speaking just observing for the time being.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes walks in from the east, wandering
and wayfaring, trudging and trekking, questing and carrying onward.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
You overhear a gangly, tattooed male orc whispering to a broad limbed orc
with jaundiced eyes,
   "There  . . . no  . . . to  . . .  this  . . ."
A gangly, tattooed male orc promptly tends to a broad limbed orc with
jaundiced eyes's wounds.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells you, gesturing over at a
broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes,
   "That's Thrada."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes asks, wondering, whilst going
towards a gangly, gaunt-faced goblin to be looked at, looking over the rest
of those gathered,
   "...Why're you all gathered 'ere?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc asks a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc,
eyeing a broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes up and down,
   "He fall down some stairs too?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells a broad limbed orc with
jaundiced eyes, noting,
   "It's th'place t'be for clumsy uruks."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc tells a broad limbed orc with jaundiced
eyes, with a rough crackle,
   "Don't know, just good standin'."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc asks, looking over the crowd,
   "Who here is participating in the arena?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells a sturdy, pitch-black orc,
bobbing many nods,
   "Tons of stairs."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc says, with a grunt,
   "For t'tourney."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc tells a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc,
correcting a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc,
   "No, -brave- uruks end up 'ere."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell broad (then pointing to ~stocky and ~earless) Thrada. I'm Snide. That is Raskel and Grat. We back Krud Ironskull now.
You tell a broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes, then pointing to a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin and an earless, round-bellied orc,
   "Thrada. I'm Snide. That is Raskel and Grat. We back Krud Ironskull now."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc asks a broad limbed orc with
jaundiced eyes, with a guttural, slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "I been buildin' Krud back up. Ain't I wise?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
emote slams a clenched fist into the chest of *cloak.


An earless, round-bellied orc glancing around as he hears you say his
name, "Grat do what?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||> A stout, rip-scarred orc slams a clenched fist into the chest of a thick,
bicolor leather cloak.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
"Ironskull, 'at's the fella 'at drops the ladder down, yeah?" observes a
scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair idly from where he stands
leaned upon a nicked triangular-headed short-spear.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc gives an amused snort to himself and then
moves to recover his earlier equipment.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc asks, with a dead, monotonous baritone,
   "Well, I'm sick of standin' 'ere. Let's go get some more food and water
    yeah?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc slings a shoddy, rawhide-bound round
shield over his shoulder.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc stops following a cyclopean,
umber-skinned orc.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc gets 2 tan, dog leather straps.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc puts 2 tan, dog leather straps into a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell earless Back Krud Ironskull. He's a brave uruk, good for leading.
You tell an earless, round-bellied orc, voice firm,
   "Back Krud Ironskull. He's a brave uruk, good for leading."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc gets a large, tan square of leather.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc puts a large, tan square of leather into a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells a broad limbed orc with
jaundiced eyes, with a guttural, slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "I used the word ballsy, but that works too. Brave. Hmmm."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes tells you, looking over towards a
short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin and an earless,
round-bellied orc, grunting at that,
   "You need things made, y'come see me. Bit waterlogged, hit me head a few
    times, but I still can make things."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc tells a sturdy, pitch-black orc, with a
hoarse, scratchy voice,
   "Yeh. Let's haul off. Meat and water, then we scout the southern route."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc tells a sturdy, pitch-black orc, with a
rough crackle,
   "Sticks, needin' sticks."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes tells a stupendously huge,
brutally-scarred orc, elucidating in Orkish with almost-proper diction,
   "Courageous."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
An earless, round-bellied orc tells you, just looking dully off to the side
after hearing the orc,
   "Yuh, yuh."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A sturdy, pitch-black orc tells a spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed
miniature goblin, pointing to the corpse of a prodigious orb spider with
midnight patterning as he stars to move for the doar,
   "Let me know if you can use that for anything? Prick took a bite of my
    face."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc waves to the orcs following him and turns to
trudge out through the doorway.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells a broad limbed orc with
jaundiced eyes, with a guttural, slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "Oh. Make me some stuff, Thrada. 'Ere."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc pushes up to a slow stand, re-joining the
group.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc gets a small, tan square of
leather from a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin asks,
   "If Im backing Ironskull, when is the first outting for wood?"
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells a cyclopean, umber-skinned orc, rumbling
in a gutteral voice,
   "I will accompany. Do nah' intend t'order me around, until we figh'."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc puts out a simple wooden
torch.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc falls into stride with a cyclopean,
umber-skinned orc.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
The corpse of a prodigious orb spider with midnight patterning is lying
here.
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc squats here just south of the entrance.
A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair is standing off to
the side, leaning upon a nicked triangular-headed short-spear.
A gangly, gaunt-faced goblin with piss yellow eyes lingers around.
A sturdy, pitch-black orc is here.
A scrawny-looking orc with a half-burned face skulks here.
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc is here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc puts a simple wooden torch into a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc gets a large, tan square of
leather from a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc gives a large, tan square of
leather to a broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc gives a small, tan square of
leather to a broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc gets a large, tan square of
leather from a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes tells a stupendously huge,
brutally-scarred orc, about to say before he's pushed some leather,
   "Gimme your leath-- aye."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc gets the corpse of a prodigious orb spider
with midnight patterning.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A cyclopean, umber-skinned orc begins slowly walking eastward.
A hunched, dark-skinned male orc begins walking eastward, on an uneven,
shambling gait.
A scrawny, sunken faced goblin with greasy black hair begins walking
eastward, form hunched, long neck stretched forward.
A gangly, gaunt-faced goblin begins slowly walking eastward, plodding with
hard flat-footed steps.
A sturdy, pitch-black orc begins walking eastward.
A scrawny burned-faced orc begins walking eastward, lugging along a pelt,
and a corpse.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell thrada Grat makes armor, Raskel makes weapons and bows.
You tell a broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes, voice firm,
   "Grat makes armor, Raskel makes weapons and bows."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc grunts.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>

A gangly, tattooed male orc whispers something to a spindly-limbed,
luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin, but you can't quite make out the
words.
A gangly, tattooed male orc promptly tends to a spindly-limbed,
luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin's wounds.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin sits down and rests.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin asks you, tilting his
head,
   "Is that what I do?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
An earless, round-bellied orc tells you, mumbling over loudly as he fingers
a pair of creamy-white, half-rotten rawhide leggings,
   "Ah got new pants."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes puts a large, tan square of leather into a greasy bundle of rags.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes puts a small, tan square of leather into a greasy bundle of rags.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell huge (reaching towards *sheath) Recka, let us fight together in the future.
You tell a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, reaching towards a worn, ragged leather sheath,
   "Recka, let us fight together in the future."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc gives a large, tan square of
leather to a broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
draw battleaxe
You draw a bloody, rusted, time-worn battleaxe from a brittle, tan sheath.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
give battleaxe recka
You must stop wielding that before you can give it to someone.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
remove battleaxe
You stop using a bloody, rusted, time-worn battleaxe.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
give battleaxe recka
You give a bloody, rusted, time-worn battleaxe to a stupendously huge,
brutally-scarred orc.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc says, looking over the group,
   "I am looking for someone to make me armor. I will supply, of course."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc asks you, with a guttural,
slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "Mebbe when these cuts heal up, aye?"

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes says, with a grunt at that,
   "I make armor as well. 'e might be a spot better than me, 'cause I have
    so many other crafts, but aye."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc starts cleaning the blood from
a bloody, rusted, time-worn battleaxe.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell huge Together. Not against each other.
You tell a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, voice firm,
   "Together. Not against each other."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc continues cleaning the blood from
a bloody, rusted, time-worn battleaxe.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells you, with a guttural,
slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "Oh. Yeah. That's a good plan."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes says, adding, next, thumbing towards
a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc,
   "I got this one out th'pit, but he won't return any favor."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes thumbs towards a battle-torn,
brutish orc.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc finishes cleaning the blood from
a rusted, time-worn battleaxe.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
An earless, round-bellied orc says, just stating after a battle-torn,
brutish orc speaks,
   "I like makin' armor."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells a broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes, a
grunt a broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes's way,
   "I killed an orc for the entertainmen' of other Uruk. Y'try t'charge meh'
    afterwards, don' expect meh' t'do shi' t'compensate yah."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A large, missing-eared, mahogany-brown cave-rat attempts to be stealthy.
A large, missing-eared, mahogany-brown cave-rat begins scuttling eastward.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes says, with a low shrug of his
shoulders at that,
   "An' then for their entertainment, they kept kickin' you back into
    th'pit."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l battle
   The massive form of this orc is a true rendering of a life lived at the edge
of a pointed blade. His leathery, rugged skin is marred with hundreds of
scars, burn marks and signs of a life of constant violence. Several of his
teeth are missing, the rest are either stained with neglect or starting to rot.
His sharp, angular features contain two eyes the color of blood itself, which
glare out at the world with a cold, hungry countenance. The muscles of his
arms bulge under his thick skin, making two largely-muscled arms, bigger than
a normal orcs. The proportions of his upper back and chest and shoulders are
maximal, his form taking a slight hunch, showing tremendous power, unable to
be hidden under his thick skin. Under his broad shoulders, his chest has
achieved a musculature, most men could only dream for. Huge. Atop a thick,
muscled neck sits his head, larger and wider than a normal orcs and detailed
by a broad, large nose, wide-set eyes and severely angular and protruding jaw
line. Nothing about this orc holds vigour of youth.

   You detect an overpowering stink of musty about him.



A battle-torn, brutish orc appears to be slightly the worse for wear.

<worn on head>           a sandy, half-rotten rawhide hood
<across the back>        a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags
<worn over shoulder>     a tan, brittle battle harness bearing a sword
<worn over shoulder>     a blood-drenched dark green nettlecloth sack
<worn on body>           a blood-drenched, sandy-brown, half-rotten rawhide gambeson
<worn around the chest>  a blood-drenched dirty patchwork leather cloak
<worn about waist>       a bicolor belt with a bog-iron buckle
<worn on belt>           a supple, mottled grey sheath bearing a battleaxe
<worn on belt>           a stiff, pale sheath bearing a battleaxe
<worn on legs>           a pair of tawny, half-rotten rawhide leggings
<worn on feet>           a dusty pair of decrepit leather boots

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l thrada
   This orc's body is no stranger to pain, more than several scars lacing his
poorly colored brown skin, his yellow jaundiced eyes put under a protruding but
hairless brow. His nose is squat and upturned, like a pig's, but it's also
crooked and one of his nostrils has been sliced to the top of his snout. An
ear of his is missing its top half, and his mouth carries yellowed teeth, most
of them fairly sharp, with a lone elongated one in the corner of his mouth.
His chest is thick and his arms are as well, and his back is unusually straight
for a member of his species.

   You detect an overpowering stink of musty about him.

   This orc's typically not wearing the hood to cover his head, save for when
he's in battle. Unlike most orcs, he tends to be a bit cleaner than usual,
though his teeth are still as bad as any goblin's. He's always hunched over
and his fingernails are chipped, as if he clips them with his teeth. His more
intact nostril is constantly flaring. He's wrapped in shoddy bandages.

A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes appears severely injured.

<carried in right hand>  a large, tan square of leather

<worn on head>           a sandy, half-rotten rawhide hood
<across the back>        a worn, shoddy, rawhide-bound oval shield
<worn over shoulder>     a brown nettlecloth sack
<worn over shoulder>     a greasy bundle of rags
<worn on body>           a worn, midnight-black, half-rotten rawhide gambeson
<about upper right arm>  a grimy black armband showing a shattered skull
<worn about waist>       a tan belt with a bog-iron buckle
<worn on belt>           a supple, black sheath bearing a bludgeon
<worn on legs>           a pair of ebony, half-rotten rawhide leggings

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc runs his thumb along the edge of
a rusted, time-worn battleaxe, 'hrm'ing.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells a broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes,
his eyes narrowing on a broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes,
   "Mm. I'd b'sure nah' t'pull y'out if y'was gon' beh innih' buh who'm
    m'kidding? Y'wouldn' win a figh' agains' another uruk."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell huge That's for you, uruk.
You tell a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, voice firm,
   "That's for you, uruk."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell huge The one-eye, Gormahg, is gathering a following. Watch your back.
You tell a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, voice firm,
   "The one-eye, Gormahg, is gathering a following. Watch your back."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc draws a nicked dagger with a tan hilt from a tan, brittle battle harness.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc stops using a nicked dagger with a tan hilt.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc puts a nicked dagger with a tan hilt into a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc sheathes a rusted, time-worn battleaxe in a tan, brittle battle harness.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells you, with a guttural,
slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "Yuh, should tell Krud that. Been tellin' him so from th'start. Think we
    can work together, for now. Don't really care--s'question for Krud
    t'answer."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A large, missing-eared, mahogany-brown cave-rat attempts to be stealthy.
A large, missing-eared, mahogany-brown cave-rat begins scuttling eastward.

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell krud Yeah, Krud can do the thinking.
Tell who?

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell recka Yeah, Krud can do the thinking.
You tell a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, voice firm,
   "Yeah, Krud can do the thinking."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes says, with a shrug of his shoulders,
rendering,
   "If y'won't pay back me kindness, so be it. But when Krud comes askin',
    decide for yourself if gettin' y'out tha' pit was worth a simple favor."

<***    / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc says, simply,
   "I ain' intimidated by some newblood tha' I -dont- a few uruk decide
    t'bend their knee to."

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l me
   Large and rangy, this brutally misshaped orc is more muscular than bulky.
Ropy strands of a pale greyish sinewy wrap around his long arms and lead down
to spidery, worn fingers. With athletic legs and a firm torso, this orc
doesn't hunch, frame stout. Terrible pale scars cover it's jaundiced skin,
though a majority of the wounds tend to be purplish bruises and permanent
indentations, including a nasty dent in the back of the creature's skull.
Despite the numerous wounds, wispy strands of black hair sprout from it's head.
Raw grey eyes, an angular facial structure and high cheek bones complete this
orc's unique look.

   You detect an overpowering stink of musty about him.



A stout, rip-scarred orc appears injured.

<worn on head>           a brittle, tan leather coif
<worn over shoulder>     a greasy bundle of rags
<worn over shoulder>     a shoddy, rawhide-bound wing-shaped shield
<worn on body>           a damaged, chestnut-rust, half-rotten rawhide gambeson
<worn around the chest>  a thick, bicolor leather cloak
<about upper right arm>  a grimy black armband showing a shattered skull
<worn about waist>       a tan belt with a bog-iron buckle
<worn on belt>           a brittle, tan sheath
<worn on belt>           a worn, ragged leather sheath bearing an axe
<worn on legs>           a pair of dark-grey, half-rotten rawhide leggings
<worn on feet>           a pair of decrepit leather boots

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc says, simply,
   "I ain' intimidated by some newblood tha' I -dont- know, tha' a few uruk
    decide t'bend their knee to. (fix)."

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells a broad limbed orc with
jaundiced eyes, with a guttural, slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "If I'm countin' right, we got six, maybe seven uruks we can press. Kin
    go out, scout some lumber an'bring back some boar, warg. Get uruks
    making shit."

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell battle Easy, uruk, easy.
You tell a battle-torn, brutish orc, voice firm,
   "Easy, uruk, easy."

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
dia me
A stout, rip-scarred orc

He appears injured.

A stout, rip-scarred orc has a severe crush on the thorax, a minor bruise on
the face, a minor crush on the left knee, a small contusion on the right calf,
and a small contusion on the left calf.


<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin tells a
stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, squeaking quietly in soft, shy
whispers,
   "Kaw look after Recka."

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin affords a
stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc a look of genuine affection.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell battle (lips drawing back into a faint scowl, hand resting on *sheath) If you don't answer to Krud, know who you'll be facing.
You tell a battle-torn, brutish orc, lips drawing back into a faint scowl, hand resting on a worn, ragged leather sheath,
   "If you don't answer to Krud, know who you'll be facing."

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes says, blandly, just looking over
towards a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc,
   "Weren't intimidation. Were a favor. Aye, I need th'lumber if y'want them
    barrels."

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells you, waving a hand,
   "Let Krud do the intimidatin', if there is any to be 'ad. He's pretty
    good at it."

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
An earless, round-bellied orc just kind of fingers a blood-drenched,
charcoal-grey, half-rotten rawhide gambeson as he stands around, not really
seeming to be paying a whole lot of attention.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells you, slowly looking to a stout,
rip-scarred orc, growling,
   "Y'make tha' threa', make do on ih' Uruk."

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
get knife rags

A battle-torn, brutish orc begins to lumber closer to you, blood-red
eyes narrowing.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||> You get a rough, bog-iron knife from a greasy bundle of rags.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
draw axe
You draw a dusky-hafted, nicked axe from a worn, ragged leather sheath.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
wield knife
OK.
You wield a rough, bog-iron knife.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc draws a rusted, time-worn battleaxe from a supple, mottled grey sheath.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc clambers on his feet.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc draws a dirty, rusted, time-worn battleaxe from a stiff, pale sheath.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc takes up space here.
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
emote Then, @ leaps forward with *axe raised.
Then, a stout, rip-scarred orc leaps forward with a dusky-hafted, nicked
axe raised.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
kill battle
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin tells a battle-torn,
brutish orc, shaking his head,
   "To many here to continue talking Uruk."

<****   / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
You completely miss a battle-torn, brutish orc with your cut.

You miss a battle-torn, brutish orc with your slash.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
You clumsily parry a battle-torn, brutish orc's inept cut with your knife.
A battle-torn, brutish orc hacks at you with his battleaxe but utterly
misses.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc says, with a guttural, slowing
bass, in Orkish,
   "Welp."

<****   / ^^^^^^ / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc draws a nicked bog-iron hammer from a brittle, tan sheath.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc draws a dusky-hafted, nicked axe from a supple, mottled grey sheath.

<****   / ^^^^^^ / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
A battle-torn, brutish orc cuts your abdomen hard with his battleaxe.

<***    / ^^^^^  / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >

A battle-torn, brutish orc clumsily parries your hack with his battleaxe.

<***    / ^^^^^  / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >

A battle-torn, brutish orc sidesteps your wild cut!

<***    / ^^^^^  / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
A battle-torn, brutish orc cuts your right hip hard with his battleaxe.
You attempt to parry a battle-torn, brutish orc's chop, but it catches you
on the left hand.

<***    / ^^^^^  / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin draws a rusted, time-worn battleaxe from a stiff, pale sheath.

<***    / ^^^^^  / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >

You broadly miss a battle-torn, brutish orc with your cut.

<***    / ^^^^^  / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
A battle-torn, brutish orc cuts your left thigh with his battleaxe.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >

You broadly miss a battle-torn, brutish orc with your cut.
You gracefully parry a battle-torn, brutish orc's adept chop with your axe.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
An earless, round-bellied orc asks, looking betwenen a battle-torn,
brutish orc and a stout, rip-scarred orc with a surprised look,
   "Huh, wha's this?"

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >

A battle-torn, brutish orc sinks his axes into you with a roar.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >

A battle-torn, brutish orc gracefully parries your neat hack with his
battleaxe.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >

You utterly miss a battle-torn, brutish orc with your slash.
A battle-torn, brutish orc cuts at you with his battleaxe but completely
misses.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
A battle-torn, brutish orc chops at you with his battleaxe but utterly
misses.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin draws a battle-torn, brutish orc's attention.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
You notice a battle-torn, brutish orc's attention shift toward you!

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >

You utterly miss a battle-torn, brutish orc with your cut.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
You clumsily parry a battle-torn, brutish orc's chop with your knife.
You sidestep a battle-torn, brutish orc as he cuts wildly at you!

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >

You chop a battle-torn, brutish orc's left calf glancingly with your axe.

A battle-torn, brutish orc sidesteps your wild slash!

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
You effortlessly parry a battle-torn, brutish orc's neat chop with your
axe.
You hastily parry a battle-torn, brutish orc's lazy chop with your axe.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >

A battle-torn, brutish orc clumsily parries your novice cut with his
battleaxe.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
You only just parry a battle-torn, brutish orc's unskilled chop with your
axe.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
You hastily parry a battle-torn, brutish orc's wild hack with your axe.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >

You utterly miss a battle-torn, brutish orc with your cut.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc utterly misses a battle-torn,
brutish orc with his strike.
A battle-torn, brutish orc's trips when his feet get tangled with a
stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc!

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***** >

While helpless to stop you, you slice a battle-torn, brutish orc on the
right thigh.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:****  >
A battle-torn, brutish orc says, growling as he circles a stout,
rip-scarred orc,
   "This is -your- figh'."

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:****  >
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin watches the fight
intently, though he seems to be rather terrified, shaking in his nest on the
tabletop.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:****  >

You cut a battle-torn, brutish orc hard on the thorax while he is utterly
helpless.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:****  >
Unable to defend himself, a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony
skin cuts a battle-torn, brutish orc glancingly on the left thigh.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:****  >
l
Unable to defend himself, a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc cuts
a battle-torn, brutish orc on the left hip.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***   >
Unable to defend himself, a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc bashes
a battle-torn, brutish orc hard on the groin.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***   >

You lose your grip on your knife, which falls to the ground!

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***   >
A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A rough, bog-iron knife lies here.
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is here, fighting a
battle-torn, brutish orc.
A battle-torn, brutish orc is resting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is resting here.
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is here, fighting a
battle-torn, brutish orc.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***   >

While helpless to stop you, you cut a battle-torn, brutish orc on the
face.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:***   >
Unable to defend himself, a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony
skin hacks a battle-torn, brutish orc on the abdomen.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:**    >
A battle-torn, brutish orc stops resting, and clambers on his feet.
You only just parry a battle-torn, brutish orc's hack with your axe.
You attempt to parry a battle-torn, brutish orc's neat cut, but it catches
you on the right calf.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:**    >
An earless, round-bellied orc exclaims, pumping his fist a bit as he stands
off to the side,
   "Hits 'im! Hits 'im!"

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:**    >
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc narrowly misses a battle-torn,
brutish orc with his crush.
A battle-torn, brutish orc attempts to parry, but a stupendously huge,
brutally-scarred orc breaks down his defenses, and hacks him on the left
upper arm.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:**    >
A battle-torn, brutish orc clumsily parries a short and stocky orc
covered in rough ebony skin's wild chop with his battleaxe.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:**    >

A battle-torn, brutish orc parries your chop with his battleaxe.
A battle-torn, brutish orc's eyes dart about looking for an escape path!

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:**    >
You get a rough, bog-iron knife.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:**    >
OK.
You wield a rough, bog-iron knife.

You broadly miss a battle-torn, brutish orc with your slash.

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:**    >
A battle-torn, brutish orc begins walking eastward, lumbering along with
purposeful, heavy steps.
A battle-torn, brutish orc flees!

<***    / ^^^^   / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:**    >
e
You begin walking eastward, with a careful slink.

<***    / ^^^^   / ||||| >

An Ancient, Crumbling Tunnel at a Ramshackle Hut
Exits: north east (open iron-barred door) south west (open
thick door)

   Well crafted from the natural unpolished marble, this commonly-sized
crosscut is expansive enough to yield free thoroughfare to perhaps three
individuals at a time. The uneven floor is shady and notably greasy and the
soot smattered embankments are fragmented and poorly patched. Cast about the
wayside of the tunnel is a large amount of bones and debris, timeworn and
pounded into the stone by the passage of feet and now covered with a variety of
rodent nests. At shoulder height along the walls, a number of now shallow
runes have been inscribed. To the east a ramshackle hut has been constructed
into a recess of the rock, fastened with old wood and canvases.

A bundle of shredded rags has been scattered here.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A battle-torn, brutish orc is leaving to the south, lumbering along with
purposeful, heavy steps.

<***    / ^^^^   / ||||| >
kill battle
Stop traveling first.
You hear a male voice shout from the west,
   "Yuh! Run!"

<***    / ^^^^   / ||||| >
set run
From now on you will run.
Your travel string has been cleared.

<***    / ^^^^   / ||||| >
scan s
You peer into the distance . . .

Nearby, A Crumbling Ancient Chamber Hewn From the Rock, you see...
A battle-torn, brutish orc is leaving to the east, lumbering along with
purposeful, heavy steps.
An old tattered banner stands here, driven into the ground.
A rough, stone sign has been carved into the rock, pointing down and to the
east.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A skinned carcass of a large cave-lizard glistens here.
A raw, dim-grey rat pelt has been left on the ground.
A large, skined carcass of a cave-rat lies here.
The corpse of a large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is lying
here.

Far away, where it is dark, you see...
Nothing of interest.

Very far away, where it is dark, you see...
Nothing of interest.

<***    / ^^^^   / ||||| >
s
You begin running southward.

<***    / ^^^^   / ||||| >

A Crumbling Ancient Chamber Hewn From the Rock
Exits: north east south west down

   The immediate area is both lower and more squared than its surroundings - an
ancient tunnel carved into the natural rock, surface lined with an array of
shallow runes that run along at shoulder height. While carved of old, this
area of dug and crafted chamber has now become filthy with grime and dirt, the
walls almost black with it. In all other directions natural caverns continue,
save to the north where this chamber continues, hewn into the unpolished
marble.

You detect a discernible scent of musty in the air.

An old tattered banner stands here, driven into the ground.
A rough, stone sign has been carved into the rock, pointing down and to the
east.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A skinned carcass of a large cave-lizard glistens here.
A raw, dim-grey rat pelt has been left on the ground.
A large, skined carcass of a cave-rat lies here.
The corpse of a large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is lying
here.

<***    / ^^^^   / ||||| >
e
You begin running eastward.

<***    / ^^^^   / ||||| >

Filth-Riddled Tunnels
Exits: east west

   A series of cut tunnels lead to and through this one, a natural cave that
has been incorporated into the webwork. The uneven floor is drab and
inordinately greasy and the grime faced walls are naturally jagged and sharp.
The topside lowers far enough to force all souls of larger than average size to
crouch down to ward off slamming their skullcap. Lying around the natural
floor is a large amount of dark, meat-bearing bones, quite aged and reeking.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.

<***    / ^^^^   / ||||  >
A battle-torn, brutish orc begins walking eastward, lumbering along with
purposeful, heavy steps.

<***    / ^^^^   / ||||| >
e
You begin running eastward.

<***    / ^^^^   / ||||| >
kill battle

Within a Broken Schism in the Rock
Exits: north east west

   This area is a shattered, broken thing. What intentional architecture and
mere mortal devices that were present in the tunnels which lay in to the north,
east, and west, are not visible here. The stone that used to be carved and
similar building supplies lay about this area in shambles. It appears that
something within the great, unknowable powers of the mountain has shifted and
utterly destroyed this area, forcing any would-be trespassers to crawl, shimmy,
and essentially beg progress from the stone through this intersection. As if
progress through this area were not difficult enough, the sheared, wrecked
stone is often jagged and sharp, giving this area a maw-like feel, the stone
hungry for any trespasser attempting to rush their way through.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
The corpse of a large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is lying
here.
A battle-torn, brutish orc is arriving from the west, lumbering along with
purposeful, heavy steps.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||  > Stop traveling first.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
kill battle
A battle-torn, brutish orc begins running eastward.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
A battle-torn, brutish orc parries your chop with his battleaxe.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||   / A battle-torn, brutish orc:**    >
A battle-torn, brutish orc cuts at you with his battleaxe but easily
misses.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||   / A battle-torn, brutish orc:**    >
A large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard paces in from the
north, sniffing the ground.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| >
l

Within a Broken Schism in the Rock
Exits: north east west

   This area is a shattered, broken thing. What intentional architecture and
mere mortal devices that were present in the tunnels which lay in to the north,
east, and west, are not visible here. The stone that used to be carved and
similar building supplies lay about this area in shambles. It appears that
something within the great, unknowable powers of the mountain has shifted and
utterly destroyed this area, forcing any would-be trespassers to crawl, shimmy,
and essentially beg progress from the stone through this intersection. As if
progress through this area were not difficult enough, the sheared, wrecked
stone is often jagged and sharp, giving this area a maw-like feel, the stone
hungry for any trespasser attempting to rush their way through.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
The corpse of a large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is lying
here.
A large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is arriving from the
north, sniffing the ground.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| >
scan n
You peer into the distance . . .

Nearby, where it is dark, you see...
Nothing of interest.

Far away, where it is dark, you see...
Nothing of interest.

Very far away, where it is dark, you see...
Nothing of interest.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| >
scan e
You peer into the distance . . .

Nearby, Traveling Through Stuttering, Cracked Tunnels, you see...
A rough, stone sign has been carved into the rock, pointing west and to the
south.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
The corpse of a large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is lying
here.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin walks in from the west.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| >
set walk
From now on you will walk.
e

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| > You begin walking eastward.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| >

Traveling Through Stuttering, Cracked Tunnels
Exits: south west

   The already uneven stone flooring of the tunnel here is broken and cracked
even moreso than throughout other nearby areas. The path takes a distinctly
downwards slope to the west, which seems to be the source of the catastrophe
within this area. The shattered, slanted nature of the western edge of this
area has managed to create an almost unintentional staircase, given that one
can call a section of utterly wrecked, broken stone in a vaguely sequential,
descending pattern 'stairs'. Southwards, the tunnel almost seems to heal
beneath the feet of the traveler; while still rough, it lacks the violence
displayed here and to the west.

A rough, stone sign has been carved into the rock, pointing west and to the
south.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
The corpse of a large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is lying
here.
A battle-torn, brutish orc is arriving from the south.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| >
scan s
You peer into the distance . . .

Nearby, A Cramped, Claggy Stone Tunnel, you see...
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
There are a couple corpses here.

Far away, A Circular, Hollowed-Out Connection, you see...
A rough, stone sign has been carved into the rock, pointing north and to
the east.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
There are a couple corpses here.

Very far away, where it is dark, you see...
Nothing of interest.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| >
A battle-torn, brutish orc begins running westward.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin walks in from the west.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| >
set run
From now on you will run.
w

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| > You begin running westward.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||| >

Within a Broken Schism in the Rock
Exits: north east west

   This area is a shattered, broken thing. What intentional architecture and
mere mortal devices that were present in the tunnels which lay in to the north,
east, and west, are not visible here. The stone that used to be carved and
similar building supplies lay about this area in shambles. It appears that
something within the great, unknowable powers of the mountain has shifted and
utterly destroyed this area, forcing any would-be trespassers to crawl, shimmy,
and essentially beg progress from the stone through this intersection. As if
progress through this area were not difficult enough, the sheared, wrecked
stone is often jagged and sharp, giving this area a maw-like feel, the stone
hungry for any trespasser attempting to rush their way through.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
The corpse of a large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is lying
here.
A large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard pads around, sniffing
the ground.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
scan w
You peer into the distance . . .
w

Nearby, Filth-Riddled Tunnels, you see...
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)

Far away, A Crumbling Ancient Chamber Hewn From the Rock, you see...
A battle-torn, brutish orc is arriving from the east.
A rough, stone sign has been carved into the rock, pointing down and to the
east.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A skinned carcass of a large cave-lizard glistens here.
The corpse of a large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is lying
here.

Very far away, where it is dark, you see...
Nothing of interest.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||  > You begin running westward.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin walks in from the east.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||  >

Filth-Riddled Tunnels
Exits: east west

   A series of cut tunnels lead to and through this one, a natural cave that
has been incorporated into the webwork. The uneven floor is drab and
inordinately greasy and the grime faced walls are naturally jagged and sharp.
The topside lowers far enough to force all souls of larger than average size to
crouch down to ward off slamming their skullcap. Lying around the natural
floor is a large amount of dark, meat-bearing bones, quite aged and reeking.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
w
You begin running westward.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||  >

A Crumbling Ancient Chamber Hewn From the Rock
Exits: north east south west down

   The immediate area is both lower and more squared than its surroundings - an
ancient tunnel carved into the natural rock, surface lined with an array of
shallow runes that run along at shoulder height. While carved of old, this
area of dug and crafted chamber has now become filthy with grime and dirt, the
walls almost black with it. In all other directions natural caverns continue,
save to the north where this chamber continues, hewn into the unpolished
marble.

You detect a discernible scent of musty in the air.

An old tattered banner stands here, driven into the ground.
A rough, stone sign has been carved into the rock, pointing down and to the
east.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A skinned carcass of a large cave-lizard glistens here.
A raw, dim-grey rat pelt has been left on the ground.
A large, skined carcass of a cave-rat lies here.
The corpse of a large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is lying
here.
A scar-riddled, enormous orc stalks here.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
scan s
You peer into the distance . . .

Nearby, where it is dark, you see...
Nothing of interest.

Far away, where it is dark, you see...
Nothing of interest.

Very far away, where it is dark, you see...
Nothing of interest.

<***    / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
kill battle
A battle-torn, brutish orc hacks at you with his battleaxe but broadly
misses.
You attempt to parry a battle-torn, brutish orc's near perfect hack, but it
catches you on the abdomen.
You will try to kill a battle-torn, brutish orc.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||   / a battle-torn, brutish orc:**    >

You cut a battle-torn, brutish orc's thorax hard with your axe.
A battle-torn, brutish orc has been rendered unconscious.

While helpless to stop you, you slash a battle-torn, brutish orc glancingly
on the right elbow.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||   / a battle-torn, brutish orc:*     >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin jogs in from the east.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||   / a battle-torn, brutish orc:*     >
stop

While helpless to stop you, you slash a battle-torn, brutish orc on the
abdomen.
You stop fighting.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
An earless, round-bellied orc walks in from the north.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
say Don't kill him.
You say, voice firm,
   "Don't kill him."

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
l


A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin falls into stride with
you.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
A Crumbling Ancient Chamber Hewn From the Rock
Exits: north east south west down

   The immediate area is both lower and more squared than its surroundings - an
ancient tunnel carved into the natural rock, surface lined with an array of
shallow runes that run along at shoulder height. While carved of old, this
area of dug and crafted chamber has now become filthy with grime and dirt, the
walls almost black with it. In all other directions natural caverns continue,
save to the north where this chamber continues, hewn into the unpolished
marble.

You detect a discernible scent of musty in the air.

An old tattered banner stands here, driven into the ground.
A rough, stone sign has been carved into the rock, pointing down and to the
east.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A skinned carcass of a large cave-lizard glistens here.
A raw, dim-grey rat pelt has been left on the ground.
A large, skined carcass of a cave-rat lies here.
The corpse of a large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is lying
here.
A rusted, time-worn battleaxe lies here.
A rusted, time-worn battleaxe lies here.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
(grouped)
A battle-torn, brutish orc is lying here, unconscious.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
sheath axe
You sheath a dusky-hafted, nicked axe in a brittle, tan sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
subdue battle
You'll need both hands free to subdue.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin sheathes a rusted, time-worn battleaxe in a stiff, pale sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
sheath knife
You sheath a rough, bog-iron knife in a worn, ragged leather sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
subdue battle
You fall upon your foe and get him into a firm headlock.
You haul a battle-torn, brutish orc to his feet.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
n
You start running north, dragging a battle-torn, brutish orc.
You begin running northward.
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin begins running
northward.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >

An Ancient, Crumbling Tunnel at a Ramshackle Hut
Exits: north east (open iron-barred door) south west (open
thick door)

   Well crafted from the natural unpolished marble, this commonly-sized
crosscut is expansive enough to yield free thoroughfare to perhaps three
individuals at a time. The uneven floor is shady and notably greasy and the
soot smattered embankments are fragmented and poorly patched. Cast about the
wayside of the tunnel is a large amount of bones and debris, timeworn and
pounded into the stone by the passage of feet and now covered with a variety of
rodent nests. At shoulder height along the walls, a number of now shallow
runes have been inscribed. To the east a ramshackle hut has been constructed
into a recess of the rock, fastened with old wood and canvases.

A bundle of shredded rags has been scattered here.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
You have a battle-torn, brutish orc in tow.

<**     / ^^^^^  / |||   >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin jogs in from the south.

<**     / ^^^^^  / |||   >
set walk
From now on you will walk.

<**     / ^^^^^  / |||   >
scan w
You peer into the distance . . .
w

Nearby, A Macabre Sawbone's Hut, you see...
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)

<**     / ^^^^^  / |||   > You start walking west, dragging a battle-torn, brutish orc.
You begin walking westward.
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin begins running
westward.

<**     / ^^^^^  / |||   >

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
You have a battle-torn, brutish orc in tow.
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin walks in from the east.

<**     / ^^^^^  / |||   >
dia battle
A battle-torn, brutish orc (subdued by you)

He appears close to death.

A battle-torn, brutish orc has a moderate notch on the left hip, a small gash
on the left calf, a minor nick on the right thigh, a moderate laceration on the
thorax, a small laceration on the left thigh, a minor nick on the left hip, a
moderate contusion on the groin, a minor slash on the face, a minor cut on the
abdomen, a minor laceration on the left upper arm, a moderate slash on the
thorax, a small slash on the right elbow, and a minor slice on the abdomen.


<**     / ^^^^^  / |||   >
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells you, snorting,
   "Sit him down front'a me."

<**     / ^^^^^  / |||   >
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin asks a stupendously
huge, brutally-scarred orc, sheepishly as he considers him, whispers shy,
   "You not hear Kaw?"

<**     / ^^^^^  / |||   >
An earless, round-bellied orc walks in from the east.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
close door e
You close the eastern rickety-door.
l

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (closed rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
(grouped)
You have a battle-torn, brutish orc in tow.
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin says,
   "I say we cut his toes and fingers off."
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes tells a stupendously huge,
brutally-scarred orc, eyes settling on a battle-torn, brutish orc, warning
quietly,
   "He'll remember this."

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
emote drags him over to ~huge, crouching there beside him.
A stout, rip-scarred orc drags him over to a stupendously huge,
brutally-scarred orc, crouching there beside him.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells a spindly-limbed,
luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin, aside,
   "Orcs throwin' threats around."

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
get hook rags
You get a carved wooden hook from a blood-covered greasy bundle of
rags.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (closed rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
(grouped)
You have a battle-torn, brutish orc in tow.
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
l hook
  This is a narrow j-shaped, barb-ended hook hand-carved out of wood.

   It has a heady stench of musty. It is in good condition.

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
say I's got hooks for the meat.
You say, voice firm,
   "I's got hooks for the meat."

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin asks,
   "Skin him alive?"

<**     / ^^^^^  / ||||  >
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin asks a battle-torn,
brutish orc, squeaking quietly in soft, shy whispers,
   "You call uruk coward?"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
dia me
A stout, rip-scarred orc

He appears seriously injured.

A stout, rip-scarred orc has a severe crush on the thorax, a minor bruise on
the face, a minor crush on the left knee, a small contusion on the right calf,
a small contusion on the left calf, a moderate nick on the abdomen, a moderate
slice on the right hip, a minor slice on the left hand, a minor laceration on
the left thigh, a minor slash on the right calf, and a minor nick on the
abdomen.


<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells a battle-torn, brutish orc,
with a guttural, slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "Y'listenin', yrk, or they knock your brains funny? Oi--get the blades
    off'im. Seems 'e had plenny."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
l battle
   The massive form of this orc is a true rendering of a life lived at the edge
of a pointed blade. His leathery, rugged skin is marred with hundreds of
scars, burn marks and signs of a life of constant violence. Several of his
teeth are missing, the rest are either stained with neglect or starting to rot.
His sharp, angular features contain two eyes the color of blood itself, which
glare out at the world with a cold, hungry countenance. The muscles of his
arms bulge under his thick skin, making two largely-muscled arms, bigger than
a normal orcs. The proportions of his upper back and chest and shoulders are
maximal, his form taking a slight hunch, showing tremendous power, unable to
be hidden under his thick skin. Under his broad shoulders, his chest has
achieved a musculature, most men could only dream for. Huge. Atop a thick,
muscled neck sits his head, larger and wider than a normal orcs and detailed
by a broad, large nose, wide-set eyes and severely angular and protruding jaw
line. Nothing about this orc holds vigour of youth.

   You detect an overpowering stink of musty about him.



A battle-torn, brutish orc appears close to death.

<worn on head>           a sandy, half-rotten rawhide hood
<across the back>        a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags
<worn over shoulder>     a worn, tan, brittle battle harness bearing a sword
<worn over shoulder>     a blood-drenched dark green nettlecloth sack
<worn on body>           a blood-drenched, sandy-brown, half-rotten rawhide gambeson
<worn around the chest>  a blood-drenched dirty patchwork leather cloak
<worn about waist>       a bicolor belt with a bog-iron buckle
<worn on belt>           a supple, mottled grey sheath
<worn on belt>           a stiff, pale sheath
<worn on legs>           a pair of tawny, half-rotten rawhide leggings
<worn on feet>           a dusty pair of decrepit leather boots

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
An earless, round-bellied orc asks you, muttering over as he looks at a
battle-torn, brutish orc,
   "Why kills 'im, Snide?"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin peers out over the
edge of his nest area, eyeing a battle-torn, brutish orc cautiously,
assessing the creatures condition.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
get harness battle
You neither have nor see such a container.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
take harness battle
You begin to remove a worn, tan, brittle battle harness from a
battle-torn, brutish orc's shoulder.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
You remove and take a worn, tan, brittle battle harness from a
battle-torn, brutish orc's shoulder.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin asks you, squeaking
quietly in soft, shy whispers,
   "Does uruk have things in rags?"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
tell earless He makes a threat an' talks bad about Ironskull. We deal with it.
You tell an earless, round-bellied orc, voice firm,
   "He makes a threat an' talks bad about Ironskull. We deal with it."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes says, adding, as an afterthought,
eyes sliding over a battle-torn, brutish orc,
   "Not sure if th'uruk is awake, either."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
At the thought of his own words, a spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed
miniature goblin perks up within his nest, eyeing a battle-torn, brutish
orc curiously.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (closed rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
(grouped)
You have a battle-torn, brutish orc in tow.
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin tells you,
   "Cut his fingers off, Make him live being worthless."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
An earless, round-bellied orc tells you, just shrugging a bit as he moves
to stand off to the side,
   "Yuh.. alrigh', whatever you say Snide."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
dia battle
A battle-torn, brutish orc (subdued by you)

He appears close to death.

A battle-torn, brutish orc has a moderate notch on the left hip, a small gash
on the left calf, a minor nick on the right thigh, a moderate laceration on the
thorax, a small laceration on the left thigh, a minor nick on the left hip, a
moderate contusion on the groin, a minor slash on the face, a minor cut on the
abdomen, a minor laceration on the left upper arm, a moderate slash on the
thorax, a small slash on the right elbow, and a minor slice on the abdomen.


<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
drop harness
You drop a worn, tan, brittle battle harness.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
l in harness
battle (here) :
a bloody nicked serrated-sword with a tan hilt

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (closed rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A tan, brittle battle harness lies here.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
(grouped)
You have a battle-torn, brutish orc in tow.
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc says, after finding out the yrk
is probably unconscious,
   "I 'eard him say somethin' like, "oi, this is your fight, uruk." You know
    how many Vadok stick spears in me when I broke a parley 'tween Krud and
    they speakers? Lots. All at the same time. Y'throw threats around when
    lots'a'uruk on the same side standing -right there-, you gonna have a
    bad time."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin says, squeaking
quietly in soft, shy whispers,
   "Kaw think cut out tongue is best. He make threat no more with no tongue."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
l battle
   The massive form of this orc is a true rendering of a life lived at the edge
of a pointed blade. His leathery, rugged skin is marred with hundreds of
scars, burn marks and signs of a life of constant violence. Several of his
teeth are missing, the rest are either stained with neglect or starting to rot.
His sharp, angular features contain two eyes the color of blood itself, which
glare out at the world with a cold, hungry countenance. The muscles of his
arms bulge under his thick skin, making two largely-muscled arms, bigger than
a normal orcs. The proportions of his upper back and chest and shoulders are
maximal, his form taking a slight hunch, showing tremendous power, unable to
be hidden under his thick skin. Under his broad shoulders, his chest has
achieved a musculature, most men could only dream for. Huge. Atop a thick,
muscled neck sits his head, larger and wider than a normal orcs and detailed
by a broad, large nose, wide-set eyes and severely angular and protruding jaw
line. Nothing about this orc holds vigour of youth.

   You detect an overpowering stink of musty about him.



A battle-torn, brutish orc appears close to death.

<worn on head>           a sandy, half-rotten rawhide hood
<across the back>        a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags
<worn over shoulder>     a blood-drenched dark green nettlecloth sack
<worn on body>           a blood-drenched, sandy-brown, half-rotten rawhide gambeson
<worn around the chest>  a blood-drenched dirty patchwork leather cloak
<worn about waist>       a bicolor belt with a bog-iron buckle
<worn on belt>           a supple, mottled grey sheath
<worn on belt>           a stiff, pale sheath
<worn on legs>           a pair of tawny, half-rotten rawhide leggings
<worn on feet>           a dusty pair of decrepit leather boots

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
take sheath battle
You begin to remove a stiff, pale sheath from a battle-torn, brutish
orc's belt.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
With further pensive consideration, a spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed
miniature goblin bobbles his tiny head a trio of times, squeaking excitedly.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
You remove and take a stiff, pale sheath from a battle-torn, brutish
orc's belt.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin tells a spindly-limbed,
luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin, shaking his head,
   "He is worthless without his fingers. He isnt worthless without a tongue."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
drop sheath
You drop a stiff, pale sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
take rags battle
You begin to remove a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags from a
battle-torn, brutish orc's back.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin asks a short and
stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin, squeaking quietly in soft, shy
whispers,
   "Can Kaw have finger to nibble?"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
An earless, round-bellied orc says, shrugging as he looks over to a
battle-torn, brutish orc,
   "Sha... just make 'im fight fer us. 'E knows who's winnin'."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc asks, with a guttural, slowing
bass, in Orkish,
   "'E drop his metal bits?"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
You remove and take a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags from a
battle-torn, brutish orc's back.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin appears to be much
like a shy toddler, asking for candy as he consider a short and stocky orc
covered in rough ebony skin hopefully.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l in rags
rags (carried) :
a worn, shoddy, rawhide-bound coffin shield
a simple wooden torch (unlit)
a black, half-rotten rawhide hood
a brittle, tan sheath
6 grimy cloth bandages
a bundled medkit
a grey-green water skin filled with water
a moldy lump of bread
a moldy lump of bread
a bog-iron utility knife

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
say I think he dropped 'em.
You say, voice firm,
   "I think he dropped 'em."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
get shield rags
Your hands are full!

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
Groaning groggily, a battle-torn, brutish orc regains consciousness.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
drop shield
You do not have that item.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
drop rags
You drop a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (closed rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A tan, brittle battle harness lies here.
A stiff, pale sheath lies here.
A greasy bundle of rags is discarded here.
An earless, round-bellied orc is here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
(grouped)
You have a battle-torn, brutish orc in tow.
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin tells a spindly-limbed,
luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin,
   "If they cut them I dont see why not."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc finally blinks back into an aware state,
spitting blood into the floor next to his head.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes tells an earless, round-bellied orc,
quietly uttering, eyes on a battle-torn, brutish orc,
   "Striza's winnin'."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
emote Wiry arm wrapped around ~battle's torso, @ crouches there behind him with *hook held between his spidery fingers.
Wiry arm wrapped around a battle-torn, brutish orc's torso, a stout,
rip-scarred orc crouches there behind him with a carved wooden hook held
between his spidery fingers.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin emphatically tells
a battle-torn, brutish orc, excited to see him stir back to the realm of the
consiousness,
   "Wakey wakey, Kaw is here to watch fingers go... bye bye!"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells a broad limbed orc with
jaundiced eyes, with a guttural, slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "Discipline. Waa, waa."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc spits blood at a spindly-limbed,
luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin, growling.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell huge He's waking, Recka.

A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin bounces up and down
excitedly in his nest at a thick, bicolor leather cloak, likely far too
distant from a battle-torn, brutish orc for him to be able to reach him
with the projectiled dark blood.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||> You tell a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, voice firm,
   "He's waking, Recka."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>

A battle-torn, brutish orc eyes burn with a primal, fueled rage, looking
between those there - he doesnt try to fre himself from you just yet.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc asks a battle-torn, brutish orc,
with a guttural, slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "So, 'ere's how this is gonna work, yrk. Y'kin hear me? Ears are working
    fine, I see. What 'bout the eyes? You useless t'me now?"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes mumbles tos a stupendously huge,
brutally-scarred orc, elucidating in Orkish with almost-proper diction,
   "Anyway, this uruk will remember this. While I didn't want 'im t'be
    ripped to peices..."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc mumbles tos a stupendously huge,
brutally-scarred orc, gaze snapping up at a stupendously huge,
brutally-scarred orc,
   "Y'own orc makes a fuckin' threa', then attacks meh'n you all join in..."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc spits some more blood on the ground.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc,
growling,
   "I don' serve cowards."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
An earless, round-bellied orc tells you, just kind of wandering away,
   "Bye, Snide... looks like yuh not needin' me."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
An earless, round-bellied orc opens the eastern rickety-door.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
An earless, round-bellied orc begins walking eastward.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc's words seem to send a
spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin into a frenzied state
of excitement, spinning around in nimble circles on the tabletop like a
tireless yapping dog.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A tan, brittle battle harness lies here.
A stiff, pale sheath lies here.
A greasy bundle of rags is discarded here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
(grouped)
You have a battle-torn, brutish orc in tow.
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
The eastern rickety-door closes quietly.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes just let's that hang in the air,
eyes settling on a battle-torn, brutish orc.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
drop hook
You drop a carved wooden hook.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
draw knife
You draw a rough, bog-iron knife from a worn, ragged leather sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (closed rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A tan, brittle battle harness lies here.
A stiff, pale sheath lies here.
A greasy bundle of rags is discarded here.
A carved wooden hook has been discarded here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
(grouped)
You have a battle-torn, brutish orc in tow.
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin sings, squeaking
quietly in soft, shy whispers,
   "RECKA' GONNA' WRECK YAH!"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells you, considering,
   "'E don't serve cowards. S'true enough, 'cause he ain't serve no one with
    that attitude."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
say You's gonna be choking on blood soon, snaga. Recka's right.
You say, voice firm,
   "You's gonna be choking on blood soon, snaga. Recka's right."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc,
growling,
   "I wanted t'blood of the orc tha' threatened'n attacked ME. 'n my blades
    tore into 'is flesh until y'knocked meh' down. So tell meh.."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin almost falls from
his nest made up from a thick, bicolor leather cloak, giggling manically
and stamping his little feet and clawed hands onto the table.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell huge The real question is, how is he still alive?
You ask a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, voice firm,
   "The real question is, how is he still alive?"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
emote Then, @ brings *knife to ~battle's throat.
Then, a stout, rip-scarred orc brings a rough, bog-iron knife to a
battle-torn, brutish orc's throat.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
kill battle
You can't attack while you have a battle-torn, brutish orc subdued.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells a battle-torn, brutish orc,
with a guttural, slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "This ain't no saga. That's...that's th'word, right Thrada? Saga? Story?
    With a epic band'a yrk, rolling through th'tarks and such, conquerin' as
    far the eye can see. We're just bit raiders. Yer just a bit yrk. We like
    t'fight, and we saw a fight, so we fought."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A battle-torn, brutish orc tells a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc,
spitting some more blood onto the ground,
   "Do y'want some cowardly uruk killin' shi' at a whim'r someone worth
    fightin'."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
sheath knife
You sheath a rough, bog-iron knife in a worn, ragged leather sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
draw axe
You draw a dusky-hafted, nicked axe from a brittle, tan sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
dia battle
A battle-torn, brutish orc (subdued by you)

He appears close to death.

A battle-torn, brutish orc has a moderate notch on the left hip, a small gash
on the left calf, a minor nick on the right thigh, a moderate laceration on the
thorax, a small laceration on the left thigh, a minor nick on the left hip, a
moderate contusion on the groin, a minor slash on the face, a minor cut on the
abdomen, a minor laceration on the left upper arm, a moderate slash on the
thorax, a small slash on the right elbow, and a minor slice on the abdomen.


<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
release battle
You release a battle-torn, brutish orc.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
draw knife
You draw a rough, bog-iron knife from a worn, ragged leather sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
kill battle

You cut a battle-torn, brutish orc on the abdomen while he is utterly
helpless.
A battle-torn, brutish orc has been rendered unconscious.

While helpless to stop you, you slice a battle-torn, brutish orc glancingly
on the left hip.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:*     >

A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin begins to shriek
with pure delight as he spies your actions, slapping his own head with his
clawed hands.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:*     >

You cut a battle-torn, brutish orc on the left shoulder while he is utterly
helpless.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:*     >

While helpless to stop you, you slash a battle-torn, brutish orc glancingly
on the left upper arm.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / |||||  / a battle-torn, brutish orc:*     >
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin sings, squeaking
quietly in soft, shy whispers,
   "GONNA WRECK YA!"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / |||||| / a battle-torn, brutish orc:*     >

With a staggering chop, you drive your axe hard into a battle-torn, brutish
orc's abdomen.

A battle-torn, brutish orc is hacked apart by your staggering cut,
expiring with a ragged exhalation!

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
emote just begins to tear into *battle, chopping at the hunk of meat repeatedly with *axe.
A stout, rip-scarred orc just begins to tear into a worn, tan, brittle
battle harness, chopping at the hunk of meat repeatedly with a
dusky-hafted, nicked axe.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc says, mentioning, miffed,
   "I was having a bad guy speech, Snide, but thanks a lot."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
emote just begins to tear into *corpse, chopping at the hunk of meat repeatedly with *axe.
A stout, rip-scarred orc just begins to tear into the corpse of a
battle-torn, brutish orc, chopping at the hunk of meat repeatedly with a
dusky-hafted, nicked axe.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
say Ah, sorry Recka. Thought it was a lost cause.
You say, voice firm,
   "Ah, sorry Recka. Thought it was a lost cause."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin does a sort of
dance, though it's more of a wiggle than anything else, cheering with happy
squeakes, "Gonna wreck ya! ohhh... Kaw see them wreck yah!"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc tells you, with a guttural,
slowing bass, in Orkish,
   "It was a los' cause, but I wanted to have my bad guy speech firs'. Go ge
    this metal bits. I'll give one t'Krud."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin asks,
   "He had metal bits?"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
tell huge Aight, Recka. I'll get it done.
You tell a stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc, voice firm,
   "Aight, Recka. I'll get it done."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (closed rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A tan, brittle battle harness lies here.
A stiff, pale sheath lies here.
A greasy bundle of rags is discarded here.
A carved wooden hook has been discarded here.
The corpse of a battle-torn, brutish orc is lying here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
(grouped)
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc says, with a guttural, slowing
bass, in Orkish,
   "Axes, I saw."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
sheath axe
You sheath a dusky-hafted, nicked axe in a brittle, tan sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
open door e
You open the eastern rickety-door.
e

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||> You begin walking eastward.
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin begins walking
eastward.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>

An Ancient, Crumbling Tunnel at a Ramshackle Hut
Exits: north east (open iron-barred door) south west (open
thick door)

   Well crafted from the natural unpolished marble, this commonly-sized
crosscut is expansive enough to yield free thoroughfare to perhaps three
individuals at a time. The uneven floor is shady and notably greasy and the
soot smattered embankments are fragmented and poorly patched. Cast about the
wayside of the tunnel is a large amount of bones and debris, timeworn and
pounded into the stone by the passage of feet and now covered with a variety of
rodent nests. At shoulder height along the walls, a number of now shallow
runes have been inscribed. To the east a ramshackle hut has been constructed
into a recess of the rock, fastened with old wood and canvases.

A bundle of shredded rags has been scattered here.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin paces in from the west.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
scan s
You peer into the distance . . .

Nearby, A Crumbling Ancient Chamber Hewn From the Rock, you see...
An indigo-skinned, scar-faced orc patrols here, looking for signs of
trouble.
A burly, dusky-haired orc strides through, watching intently.
An old tattered banner stands here, driven into the ground.
A rough, stone sign has been carved into the rock, pointing down and to the
east.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A skinned carcass of a large cave-lizard glistens here.
A raw, dim-grey rat pelt has been left on the ground.
A large, skined carcass of a cave-rat lies here.
The corpse of a large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is lying
here.
A rusted, time-worn battleaxe lies here.
A rusted, time-worn battleaxe lies here.

Far away, where it is dark, you see...
Nothing of interest.

Very far away, where it is dark, you see...
Nothing of interest.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
s
You begin walking southward.
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin begins walking
southward.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >

A Crumbling Ancient Chamber Hewn From the Rock
Exits: north east south west down

   The immediate area is both lower and more squared than its surroundings - an
ancient tunnel carved into the natural rock, surface lined with an array of
shallow runes that run along at shoulder height. While carved of old, this
area of dug and crafted chamber has now become filthy with grime and dirt, the
walls almost black with it. In all other directions natural caverns continue,
save to the north where this chamber continues, hewn into the unpolished
marble.

You detect a discernible scent of musty in the air.

An old tattered banner stands here, driven into the ground.
A rough, stone sign has been carved into the rock, pointing down and to the
east.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A skinned carcass of a large cave-lizard glistens here.
A raw, dim-grey rat pelt has been left on the ground.
A large, skined carcass of a cave-rat lies here.
The corpse of a large, black-and-white-patterned, scaly cave-lizard is lying
here.
A rusted, time-worn battleaxe lies here.
A rusted, time-worn battleaxe lies here.
An indigo-skinned, scar-faced orc is leaving below, looking about
purposefully.
A burly, dusky-haired orc strides through, watching intently.
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin paces in from the
north.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
get battleaxe
You get a rusted, time-worn battleaxe.
get battleaxe

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| > Your hands are full!

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
l me
   Large and rangy, this brutally misshaped orc is more muscular than bulky.
Ropy strands of a pale greyish sinewy wrap around his long arms and lead down
to spidery, worn fingers. With athletic legs and a firm torso, this orc
doesn't hunch, frame stout. Terrible pale scars cover it's jaundiced skin,
though a majority of the wounds tend to be purplish bruises and permanent
indentations, including a nasty dent in the back of the creature's skull.
Despite the numerous wounds, wispy strands of black hair sprout from it's head.
Raw grey eyes, an angular facial structure and high cheek bones complete this
orc's unique look.

   You detect a heady stench of musty about him.



A stout, rip-scarred orc appears severely injured.

<carried in right hand>  a rusted, time-worn battleaxe
<wielded in left hand>   a rough, bog-iron knife

<worn on head>           a brittle, tan leather coif
<worn over shoulder>     a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags
<worn over shoulder>     a shoddy, rawhide-bound wing-shaped shield
<worn on body>           a blood-covered, chestnut-rust, half-rotten rawhide gambeson
<worn around the chest>  a bloody, thick, bicolor leather cloak
<about upper right arm>  a grimy black armband showing a shattered skull
<worn about waist>       a tan belt with a bog-iron buckle
<worn on belt>           a brittle, tan sheath bearing an axe
<worn on belt>           a worn, ragged leather sheath
<worn on legs>           a pair of dark-grey, half-rotten rawhide leggings
<worn on feet>           a pair of decrepit leather boots

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
sheath knife
You sheath a rough, bog-iron knife in a worn, ragged leather sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
get battleaxe
You get a dirty, rusted, time-worn battleaxe.
n

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| > You begin walking northward.
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin begins walking
northward.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >

An Ancient, Crumbling Tunnel at a Ramshackle Hut
Exits: north east (open iron-barred door) south west (open
thick door)

   Well crafted from the natural unpolished marble, this commonly-sized
crosscut is expansive enough to yield free thoroughfare to perhaps three
individuals at a time. The uneven floor is shady and notably greasy and the
soot smattered embankments are fragmented and poorly patched. Cast about the
wayside of the tunnel is a large amount of bones and debris, timeworn and
pounded into the stone by the passage of feet and now covered with a variety of
rodent nests. At shoulder height along the walls, a number of now shallow
runes have been inscribed. To the east a ramshackle hut has been constructed
into a recess of the rock, fastened with old wood and canvases.

A bundle of shredded rags has been scattered here.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin paces in from the
south.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
scan w
You peer into the distance . . .
w

Nearby, A Macabre Sawbone's Hut, you see...
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.
A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A tan, brittle battle harness lies here.
A stiff, pale sheath lies here.
A greasy bundle of rags is discarded here.
A carved wooden hook has been discarded here.
The corpse of a battle-torn, brutish orc is lying here.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| > <**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
You begin walking westward.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin begins walking
westward.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (open rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A tan, brittle battle harness lies here.
A stiff, pale sheath lies here.
A greasy bundle of rags is discarded here.
A carved wooden hook has been discarded here.
The corpse of a battle-torn, brutish orc is lying here.
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc is sitting here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin walks in from the east.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
close door e
You close the eastern rickety-door.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
drop battleaxe
You drop a rusted, time-worn battleaxe.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
drop battleaxe
You drop a dirty, rusted, time-worn battleaxe.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc asks a spindly-limbed,
luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin, shrugging,
   "Who 'as it? Is it on the yrk still?"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc draws a nicked bog-iron hammer from a brittle, tan sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||| >
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc sheathes a nicked bog-iron hammer in a brittle, tan sheath.
A broad limbed orc with jaundiced eyes says, with a shrug of his broad
shoulders, and a wince as it's given,
   "He'd remember. Didn't want 'im dead, but he'd remember and was th'type
    who'd revenge. Better he's dead, even if it leaves a bitterness in me
    mouth."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc clambers on his feet.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
get battleaxe
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin scampers down from
his nest, approaching the corpse of a battle-torn, brutish orc.
You get a rusted, time-worn battleaxe.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
draw knife

A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin stops resting, and clambers on his feet.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||> You draw a rough, bog-iron knife from a worn, ragged leather sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin gets a
blood-drenched dark green nettlecloth sack from the corpse of a
battle-torn, brutish orc.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
sheath battleaxe
You sheath a rusted, time-worn battleaxe in a worn, ragged leather sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc gets a dirty, rusted, time-worn
battleaxe.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
put knife backpack
You don't see a backpack.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
put knife rags
You put a rough, bog-iron knife into a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc draws a nicked bog-iron hammer from a brittle, tan sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc sheathes a nicked bog-iron hammer in a brittle, tan sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc puts a dirty, rusted, time-worn battleaxe into a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc draws a dusky-hafted, nicked axe from a supple, mottled grey sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc draws a rusted, time-worn battleaxe from a tan, brittle battle harness.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc sheathes a rusted, time-worn battleaxe in a supple, mottled grey sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc gets a dirty, rusted, time-worn
battleaxe from a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc sheathes a dirty, rusted, time-worn battleaxe in a tan, brittle battle harness.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin exclaims, rifling
through a blood-drenched dark green nettlecloth sack with a bit of a
whistle to himself,
   "We gots... One skin... Knifey, meats, arm door... OHHHHH!"

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (closed rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A tan, brittle battle harness lies here.
A stiff, pale sheath lies here.
A greasy bundle of rags is discarded here.
A carved wooden hook has been discarded here.
The corpse of a battle-torn, brutish orc is lying here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
(grouped)
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc takes up space here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin asks,
   "Can I have his cloak?"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc puts a dusky-hafted, nicked axe into a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
say Yeah.
You say, voice firm,
   "Yeah."

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (closed rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A tan, brittle battle harness lies here.
A stiff, pale sheath lies here.
A greasy bundle of rags is discarded here.
A carved wooden hook has been discarded here.
The corpse of a battle-torn, brutish orc is lying here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
(grouped)
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc takes up space here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l in corpse
corpse (here) :
a supple, mottled grey sheath
a blood-drenched dirty patchwork leather cloak
a bicolor belt with a bog-iron buckle
a dusty pair of decrepit leather boots
a pair of tawny, half-rotten rawhide leggings
a sandy, half-rotten rawhide hood
a blood-drenched, sandy-brown, half-rotten rawhide gambeson

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin begins to do a
little dance of sorts, wiggling back and fourth and jumping up and down on
the corpse of a battle-torn, brutish orc's chest.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin exclaims, squeaking
quietly in soft, shy whispers,
   "We got the good stuff uruks yuh!"

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
get sheath corpse
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin gets a bundled
medkit from a blood-drenched dark green nettlecloth sack.
You get a supple, mottled grey sheath from the corpse of a battle-torn,
brutish orc.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l me
   Large and rangy, this brutally misshaped orc is more muscular than bulky.
Ropy strands of a pale greyish sinewy wrap around his long arms and lead down
to spidery, worn fingers. With athletic legs and a firm torso, this orc
doesn't hunch, frame stout. Terrible pale scars cover it's jaundiced skin,
though a majority of the wounds tend to be purplish bruises and permanent
indentations, including a nasty dent in the back of the creature's skull.
Despite the numerous wounds, wispy strands of black hair sprout from it's head.
Raw grey eyes, an angular facial structure and high cheek bones complete this
orc's unique look.

   You detect a heady stench of musty about him.



A stout, rip-scarred orc appears severely injured.

<carried in right hand>  a supple, mottled grey sheath

<worn on head>           a brittle, tan leather coif
<worn over shoulder>     a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags
<worn over shoulder>     a shoddy, rawhide-bound wing-shaped shield
<worn on body>           a blood-covered, chestnut-rust, half-rotten rawhide gambeson
<worn around the chest>  a bloody, thick, bicolor leather cloak
<about upper right arm>  a grimy black armband showing a shattered skull
<worn about waist>       a tan belt with a bog-iron buckle
<worn on belt>           a brittle, tan sheath bearing an axe
<worn on belt>           a worn, ragged leather sheath bearing a battleaxe
<worn on legs>           a pair of dark-grey, half-rotten rawhide leggings
<worn on feet>           a pair of decrepit leather boots

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
put sheath rags
You put a supple, mottled grey sheath into a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc gets a dusty pair of decrepit
leather boots from the corpse of a battle-torn, brutish orc.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
remove brittle
You stop using a brittle, tan sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
get axe brittle
You get a dusky-hafted, nicked axe from a brittle, tan sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
drop brittle
You drop a brittle, tan sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc gets a blood-drenched dirty
patchwork leather cloak from the corpse of a battle-torn, brutish orc.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
get sheath rags
You get a supple, mottled grey sheath from a blood-drenched greasy bundle
of rags.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
wear sheath
You affix a supple, mottled grey sheath to your belt.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
sheath axe
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc starts cleaning the blood from
a blood-drenched dirty patchwork leather cloak.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||> You sheath a dusky-hafted, nicked axe in a supple, mottled grey sheath.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
l

A Macabre Sawbone's Hut
Exits: east (closed rickety-door)

   This little hovel has been built against the cave wall, more just a few
pieces of wood leaning against the stone than anything else. Within this hut
is a boulder that acts as some form of operating table - black bloodstains are
splattered all over and beneath it. A makeshift table sits next to the
boulder, covered in small instruments of stone, instruments that look more like
torture devices than medical equipment.

You detect an overpowering stink of musty in the air.

A torch that has been mounted to the wall. (lit)
A tan, brittle battle harness lies here.
A stiff, pale sheath lies here.
A greasy bundle of rags is discarded here.
A carved wooden hook has been discarded here.
The corpse of a battle-torn, brutish orc is lying here.
A brittle, tan sheath lies here.
a short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin is standing here
(grouped)
A jaundice-eyed broad limbed orc lingers.
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc takes up space here.
A spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin is nested with a
thick, bicolor leather cloak folded about his tiny form on the tabletop.
A gangly, tattooed male orc saws bones here.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
get hook
You get a carved wooden hook.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A stupendously huge, brutally-scarred orc continues cleaning the blood from
a blood-drenched dirty patchwork leather cloak.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
put hook rags
Plucking a bundled medkit from a blood-drenched dark green nettlecloth
sack, a spindly-limbed, luminous-yellow-eyed miniature goblin holds it up
high overhead, though this is barely over three feet from the ground - he seems
overly pleased with himself, "Looksie Uruks!"
You put a carved wooden hook into a blood-drenched greasy bundle of rags.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>
A short and stocky orc covered in rough ebony skin quickly strips the cloak
from the corpse of a battle-torn, brutish orc, wiping the blood off it and
wearing it.

<**     / ^^^^^^ / ||||||>