Log file from Elendor - Matrim. Eastern Edge of Mirkwood From the east you hear the soft chuckling of the Celduin, The River Running, which looks like a band of silvery pearls layed out in the flatness as it hurries to the southeast. The vaste barren lands further east, across the stream, are threatening and without any sign of live. Between the dense, healthy looking oaks and tall beeches, the ground is frozen and covered with evergreen bushes, now snow blasted in this frosty early afternoon winter surroundings. A faint trails lies in between the trees, heading northwards. The sun shines brightly over the edge of the forest. The trees appear to stretch towards the soft warm light. Contents: Indur riding Fell Beast Obvious exits: East, West, and North From afar, Eledhel grins. -----------------------The weather around Amon Thranduil----------------------- The sun shines brightly in the clear winter sky and the Misty Mountains send their cold winds over the lands from their peaks to the west. The sunlight is reflected by the frozen countryside. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the cold winter sunlight filters down into the forest of Mirkwood, which is not very dense here, a single elf enters the forest from the east, a backpack on his back and a spear on his shoulder. His clothing is travelled stained and the cloak pulled about him is ripped, but he moves on, boots crunching the ice beneath his feet with every step. I don't see that player here. Eastern Edge of Mirkwood From the east you hear the soft chuckling of the Celduin, The River Runni... Contents: Name Gender Species Who Combat Type ---------------- ------ --------- --- ------------- ---------------------- Indur riding Fel ??? Fell ... IC non-combatant Object Matrim Male Quendi .. IC ARMED PLAYER (0s idle) ---------------- ------ --------- --- ------------- ---------------------- There is a mighty crunching noise somewhere to the west There is a mighty crunching noise somewhere to the west; it seems an unnatural sound, too heavy for the forests beasts... except for some of the bears, perhaps. But there is an odd, sonorous tone about it, too; strange, like a great bird squawking softly, but a very sickly one. The elf comes to a slow halt, sudden wariness in his eyes, searching for the source of this unnatural sound, that disturbs so the natural sounds of the forest. Feet shifting to a stance that can only be described as defensive as his spear comes up in front of him, the elf backs away from the sound a few feet, off the trail and behind the trunk of a last oak growing there. Indur jumps down from Fell Beast's back. Indur has arrived. Indur STATUS: IC (7s idle) Stern and broad, this creature is draped in a heavy cloak of deepest black wool. The hood is cast upwards, shading all within; a scarf, of the same cloth, is bound about the lower jaw, and the eyes are cast in shadow. A stillness sits upon this creature, like the perfect calm of the barrow. No movement made is unnecessary. A coldness eminates from him, and light is swallowed whole when it brushes his form. Species: Nazgul Sex: Male Health: Good Weapons: Scimitar Armor: Metal Chain Mail Armor - Metal Helmet - Other Visible Equipment: The queer, crashing noise echoes madly through the vale, its source just beyond the edge of vision. A shadow moves among the foliage, flickering and gone; and a strange, fey odor rises upon the breeze, cloying and cold to the nose. The elf, from his hiding place behind the oak, raises a hand to his nose, an expression of disgust, and the beginnings of fear, on his face. Shifting to keep the spear upright, with his back to the tree, he turns his head to glance around it, watching the trail and the forest surrounding it, searching for the shadow he only just barely detected moments ago. Unable to page: askakra A strange feeling lurks at the edge of sensation, something old and very wrong. But the eyes settle on no shadow darker than those beneath the trees; and now the crashing noise comes closer before the elf, and a grotesque head bobs into view. The details are difficult to understand even for an elvish eye... it seems misshapen beyond what is possible. Announcement: Laenor has changed the poll to: I long to see Imago Ashakra has arrived. As the head of the foul beast comes into view, the elf slides back around the tree, spear held ready before him. The forest belong to the elves, and this creature can be nothing but evil, an enemy of the forest, and therefore the elf. He feels fear, but determination. For the moment. Standing to his full height, he steps fully onto the trail, spear held defensively before him, waiting for the beast to meet him in battle. Amon Thranduil Players Online ============================================================================== FLAG SEX NAME ALIAS IDLE TITLE Here nazzie nazzie nazzi IC M Matrim Mat 0s Bachandir Gonna meet the nazzie! IC M Legolas Galwen 10m Ernil The +trainer is in OOC M Noltar No 12m Pengmaethor What should I say? AT players connected: 3 Other players connected: 0 Game time is: Thu Mar 25 20:53:51 1999 ============================================================================== The creature stalks forward out of the woods, a carrion-eater's horn beak slashing the air before it. It pauses, just out of range of the elvish blade, and the sensitive ear can hear the intake of air as the horrible beast seeks information with its nose. Long distance to Indur: Matrim is going to start the attack this pose, if thats cool. The elf's eye are cold, a swiraling mixture of emotions, cold determination, fear held bearly in check, anger at the defilement of the forest. His face is grim has he hefts the spear, his stance still defensive, but able to move forward to strike instantly should an opening be seen. The cold winter light glints off the cold steel blade of the spear, and all hangs in a balance, waiting to see who moves first. Noting the creature's hesitation, the elf flows forward, his spear swining towards the creature's head. The clanging of elvish steel on beak resounds through the glen, and the beast releases a mighty, shrill cry! It backs away from the elf, eyes narrowing, claws rending the earth deeply as it retreats a few paces. As the cry fades and then resounds, the sensation of something horrible comes again. The beast in sight is misshapen and foul... but it is not the source of the fey feelings. Across Middle-earth, Indur shouts, "Annoucement: In the Theatre off the OOC Schoolroom, Dunland will be presenting the wedding of the High King, MacMathain, and his lady fair, Nimiwe. All are invited to attend and witness the spectacle!" Announcement: Grimbeorn has changed the poll to: Will There Be Free Beer?! Across Middle-earth, Indur shouts, "Yes!" Matrim circles the foul beast, spear held in front off him, a determined look on his face, though fear shows more in his eyes now with passing sensation of evil, of vile corruption. Circling still, the elf shifts the spear in his hand, holding it in a way to allow him to stab at the beast. Flowing forward again, elven grace making itself seen when as he moves forward to strike, the elf attempts to stab the beast without hitting the beak. Amon Thranduil Players Online ============================================================================== FLAG SEX NAME ALIAS IDLE TITLE Here nazzie nazzie nazzi OOC M Eldirion ick 4m Taglos Watching the past fade. IC M Matrim Mat 0s Bachandir Gonna meet the nazzie! IC M Legolas Galwen 3m Ernil The +trainer is in AT players connected: 3 Other players connected: 0 Game time is: Thu Mar 25 21:09:01 1999 ============================================================================== Matrim - Set. 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The beast squawks again, leaping backwards in the air with abandon as the fleet-footed elf comes striking with his glittering blade. A great hurricane of humus and leaf flies up with the wind off its wings, and the ugly eyes glisten as the watch the deadly silvan. Suddenly, the air about chills, and ice forms in the wind. So it is that the sunshine dims beneath the canopy, and a prickling comes upon the skin... a shadow rises behind the elf, and it speaks to him words of terror and great blasphemy. "" Shielding his eyes from the whirlwind of dead leaves and undergrowth, the elf spins about as the voice speaks behind him, a hand above his eyes and the other holding his spear before him. The fear in the elf's eyes has grown, at the point where anymore fear would snap his resolve. Bring his other hand down to hold his spear, and shifting back into a defensive stance, he says back, "Brave words you speak, Shadow of the Woods, when you would speak them in a language not understood by any but yourself!" With a laugh that sounds as faraway thunder, the shadow draws forth a sword of pale steel: beneath his mantle are robes of grey, and from within his hood glints silver. The sword he sets against the proffered spear, seemingly so slowly that the eye can follow every instant: and yet not, for it happens faster than even elven limbs can block. Indur attacks you with his Scimitar!... ...and he hits! Ouch! ARB: You've been injured for 18 hp's by Indur's attack... ...you have 65 left. Please RP this injury accordingly. Matrim staggers back from the attack of the Nazgul, his spear not quick enough to block the lightning attack of the foul thing. Raising the spear back up before him, prepared for the next hit, a new emotion shines in his eyes, pure rage. With a snarl he throws himself at the nazgul, swinging at the dark figure that has invaded the woods. "My blade shall find whatever flesh you have, Defiler of the Forest, whether I die in the end or not!" You attack Indur with your Spear... Indur dodges your attack. Amon Thranduil Players Online ============================================================================== FLAG SEX NAME ALIAS IDLE TITLE Here nazzie nazzie nazzi OOC M Eldirion ick 4m Taglos Watching the past fade. IC M Matrim Mat 0s Bachandir Fighting Nazgul, busy IC M Legolas Galwen 15s Ernil The +trainer is in OOC M Noltar No 19s Pengmaethor What should I say? AT players connected: 4 Other players connected: 0 Game time is: Thu Mar 25 21:26:20 1999 ============================================================================== The speartip flies past the rising spirit, and now his left hand rises as he moves inside the stroke. But lo! No hand there is at the end of the sleeve, and no glove adorns the limb as one does his right. The sleeve presses against the throat of the elf, and though no flesh is to be seen at all, fingers of ice there are pressed against the skin. ARB: Indur has "passed" on his turn to attack. Matrim dodges back from the nazgul, a gasp escaping his throat at the chill touch, rage momentarily hidden by fear before it is overcame once again by rage, anger at the very existance of such a creature as this. Circling the Nazgul, the elf slips in to attack again, attacking quickly and ready to dodge back should the Nazgul counter. You attack Indur with your Spear... Indur parries your attack with his Scimitar! The wood clacks hard against pale steel, suddenly in its path. Something glittering and gold flares within the hood, and a chill laugh pervades the soul. With a flash like fire, the fell blade drops against the shoulder, seeking the warmth of firstborn blood. Indur attacks you with his Scimitar!... ...and he hits! Ouch! ARB: You've been injured for 17 hp's by Indur's attack... ...you have 48 left. Please RP this injury accordingly. Matrim staggers back again, a hand grasping his shoulder while the other keeps a iron fist on the spear, which has a large cut in it now from the strange scimitar. The elf waits only a moment to recover, before releasing his shoulder and grasping his spear with both hands, gliding forward to swing the shining blade towards the Nazgul's covered head, from which comes the glints of metal. You attack Indur with your Spear... Indur dodges your attack. Eglantine(#25746) just +fingered you. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Eglantine , Mistress of Great Smials ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SMAIL: A place EMAIL: jasl_13@hotmail.com where Tacos FLAGS: -F/IC are good ICQ: unlike Taco Bell LOCATION: The Shire SEX: Female CONNECTED AT: Thu Mar 25 20:39:03, and has been idle 8s NOTE: Male Musher ; Female Char OOCDESC: Coo! PERSONAL: TOO personal... PLAN: My Far out of reach plans! (X) Roleplayer of the Month (Shire) -Jul 98- (X) Feature -January 99- (_) Eagle Alt (_) LA (_) Stop being Elendor Adict PROJECT: As the new Overhill Oldster of the Overhill Ladies Club, my project is to create more stamps! And one good one =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Perhaps in pain, perhaps in exhaustion, Matrim's spear cleanly misses its target. The wraith, cloaked in the darkest black, moves now as if flowing: the sword flashes again, and the spirit approaches to chop this foe down. Indur attacks you with his Scimitar!... ...and he misses! Announcement: Matrim has changed the poll to: Indur /can/ miss! +Commands took 300 OOC Credits from you! The force of his attack carries the elf right past the nazgul, slipping under the blade of the creature. Wasting no time, the elf strikes quickly, spinning with the spear braced against him to try to cut into the nazgul, the spear point stuck out staight, glinting from the winter light. "So you can miss, foul creature. Be glad no more of my kinsmen are here, and only I am here to fight!" You attack Indur with your Spear... Indur dodges your attack. Amon Thranduil Players Online ============================================================================== FLAG SEX NAME ALIAS IDLE TITLE Here nazzie nazzie nazzi OOC M Eldirion ick 6m Taglos Watching the past fade. IC M Matrim Mat 0s Bachandir Fighting Nazgul, busy IC M Legolas Galwen 39s Ernil The +trainer is in OOC M Erlosse Alandi 3m Teithdir OOC M Noltar No 5s Pengmaethor What should I say? AT players connected: 5 Other players connected: 0 Game time is: Thu Mar 25 21:40:10 1999 ============================================================================== The dying sunlight glints off the elf's speartip, but it finds not its prey. Cold steel comes again for the elven throat. The wraith rises from within his robes, and a wave of limitless fury races through the air, discernable even to the horrid bird, which flees the melee a step or two further. Indur attacks you with his Scimitar!... ...and he hits! Ouch! ARB: You've been injured for 21 hp's by Indur's attack... ...you have 27 left. Please RP this injury accordingly. The quick elf barely misses having his head removed by the Nazgul's attack, but now his left arm hangs uselessly by his side, his spear clutched in a iron grip by his right hand. He circles the nazgul, breathing hard and no longer filled with energy from his rage. Cold fear remains. Rushing forward, death seeming to already be in his eyes, he strikes at the Nazgul again. You attack Indur with your Spear... Indur dodges your attack. The sword sweeps low as the spear again misses its mark, the fell spirit seeming to vanish from where the weapon flies. The blade sweeps across the belly of the hapless elf, seeking to lodge deep in the spine on the other side... Indur furiously attacks you with his Scimitar!... ...and he hits! Ouch! ARB: You've been injured for 15 hp's by Indur's attack... ...you have 12 left. Please RP this injury accordingly. Smoke pours from Mt. Doom as the Dark One's evil sorcery lags the game. The smoke clears as good triumphs and the database saves. Momentum carrying him forward, the elf cannot dodge the spear seeking to cut him. Stumbling on a few feet from the nazgul, he drops to his knees, spear propping him up, keeping him from falling to the ground. Unable to do more the turn to follow the Nazgul's movements, his eyes grow cold, no fear in them now, for he knows what must come, and he cannot avoid it. COMBAT *** HELP COMBAT ************************************************************* The following is a list of commands and topics relating to the combat system of ElendorMUSH. For information on a topic type 'help '. COMMANDS: Attack +Cstats +Eqsee +Eqset Flee Frisk +Heal +Healers +HP Pass +Remove +SetStats +SetTraining Shoot +Smiths Throw +Train +Training +Trainers +Unwield +Wear +Wield +XTraining +Xtrain-Table FUNCTIONS: cstats() stat-check TOPICS: Armor Attack-Weighting Beasts Death Combat General Healing RulerInfo Stats Training Updates Weapons If you are new to the combat system, read HELP COMBAT GENERAL first. ***************************************************************************** You forego your chance to attack. The air grows ever colder as the wraith approaches the fallen one. Casting back his hood, the spirit reveals a crown of silver set upon the thin air, and beneath it to firey eyes of gold... And the sword falls. Indur furiously attacks you with his Scimitar!... Defeated, you drop Spear to the ground... ...and he hits! Ouch! Darn! You've been knocked to 0 HP by Indur's attack! You are critically wounded, and will die soon without a +HEAL'er. See HELP COMBAT DEATH for more information. Good luck! A ruined mass, bleeding from many wounds, the body of the elf falls, his grips on the spear finally loosening as he reachs the ground.