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(from Natilena's point of view...)
<585hp(598) 310ma(325) 693mv(15) 869gp > Your stab devastates a centaur falconer. Your stab devastates a centaur falconer. Your stab devastates a centaur falconer. A centaur falconer is DEAD!! whoz You receive 137 experience points. You raise a level!! Your gain is: 3/601 hp, 0/325 m, 5/698 mv, 4/133 prac, 0/1 trn. You hear a centaur falconer's death cry. You see nothing like that in the corpse. The corpse of a centaur falconer contains: a saddlebag (Humming) a woven hawkfeather bracelet <585hp(601) 310ma(325) 693mv(32616) 869gp > Players near you: Tweedle Natilena <585hp(601) 310ma(325) 693mv(32616) 869gp > Tweedle gossips (in elven), 'ALL HAIL NATILENA, TFC'S NEWEST LEVEL 50!!!'. <585hp(601) 310ma(325) 693mv(32616) 869gp > The rain stopped. <585hp(601) 310ma(325) 693mv(32616) 869gp > Scelus gossips (in common), 'gratz!!!!!!!!!!!'. <585hp(601) 310ma(325) 693mv(32616) 869gp > Agralebean tells you (in common), 'Gratz!'. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > The centaur trader arrives from the west. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > but get steak put steak egg Runt gossips (in common), 'Gratz'. The steak made from centaur falconer looks very filling. Ok. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > You get steak made from centaur falconer. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > You put steak made from centaur falconer in an egg casing. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > get bag You get a saddlebag. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > ### [Fobro says (in common), 'in need of gold asmodeus?'] <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > w A Wide, Green Valley [Exits: north east south] Thick grasses fill the expanse of this valley, with occasional shrubs or trees dotting the landscape. Steep hills rise up out of the Eastern Plains in the distant north, while low grassy hills lie to the west. Smoke curls from massive stone buildings in the southwest corner of the valley, while the Southern Mountains loom ominously in the background. There is a path leading south, or you can continue through the valley to the north or east. The sky is cloudy and a warm southerly breeze blows. You managed to trample any tracks that were here... A brown hare darts past. Tweedle arrives from the east. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 694mv(32616) 869gp > s A Path Through the Valley [Exits: north south] The grass below you has been heavily trampled, and you can see large hoof prints in patches of soft dirt, leaving little doubt centaurs have passed through here recently. Steep, rocky hills rise up in the northern horizon, while low grassy hills lie to the west. The path continues south, or you can continue north through Wintermeet Valley. The sky is cloudy and a warm southerly breeze blows. You managed to trample any tracks that were here... An antelope wanders here, looking for food. A large antelope wanders about, looking for food. Tweedle arrives from the north. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 690mv(32616) 869gp > s Tweedle gossips (in elven), 'woohoo! *cheer* Na'. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 690mv(32616) 869gp > A Path Through the Valley [Exits: north east west] The grass below you has been heavily trampled, and you can see large hoof prints in patches of soft dirt, leaving little doubt centaurs have passed through here recently. To the east, a solitary oak tree rises up out of the tall grass. The path continues north or to the west, toward a collection of stone buildings in the southwest corner of the valley. The sky is cloudy and a warm southerly breeze blows. Tweedle was last here, traveling north. Tweedle arrives from the north. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 686mv(32616) 869gp > e Under a Majestic Oak [Exits: west] This solitary oak tree stands alone in the center of the valley, witness to an ancient past. Its branching limbs still full and dense with tender leaves, the oak defies the burden of its age in bursts of emerald vigor. It seems the perfect home for birds and other small animals ... only there are no nests upon these branches, no signs of life other than the tree itself. Instead, hundreds of braids of coarse hair hang from the branches, swaying gently with the passing breeze. A smooth slab of stone has been placed a few feet from the tree's trunk. Strangely, the runes upon the stone pulsate in perfect unison with the beating of your heart. There is a path to the west, leading away from this tranquil resting place. The sky is cloudy and a warm southerly breeze blows. You managed to trample any tracks that were here... Tweedle arrives from the west. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 682mv(32616) 869gp > Tweedle gossips (in elven), 'er Nat even'. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 682mv(32616) 869gp > Tweedle grins mischievously at you. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 682mv(32616) 869gp > ftell HA! 601 hp! You ftell, 'HA! 601 hp!'. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 682mv(32616) 869gp > Tweedle hugs you. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 682mv(32616) 869gp > Azeworai tells you (in common), 'congratz'. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > who 20 players. Hel [ Ra: 3 Ma:16 ] Ouchohm Stinging Nashite Chord of Draoi Ogr [ Wa:23 Sh:25 ] Melkor, *Neysha's Pet* Dark Beast Ogr [ Wa: 9 Sh: 9 ] Xantam, Devoted Guiteraes of the Draoi. -=Nash=- Hum [ Sh: 8 ] Adrien Macht, Fiendish Malkavian Warlock Hum [ Th:12 Ra:15 Sh:17 ] Arianos: Insane Shin'a'in Tiger -LTP- Club 37 Ogr [ Wa: 9 Sh: 9 ] Runt Grunt of Mayhem Hlf [ Cl:19 Wa:18 ] Fobro the friendly little healer of FoLK Hum [ Cl: 4 ] Rallek the Boy Elf [ Th:30 Ra:30 Ma:30 ] Natilena Ferrari, Underboss of the Elven Mafia Dwa [ Wa:25 Sh:30 ] DogDaze: *Coven* Elf [ Cl:27 Wa:21 ] Tweedle Bianchi, Soldati of the Elven Mafia Aar [ Sh: 3 ] Acaidias the Aarakocran Swan Hel [ Wa:28 Cl:30 ] Quarnel: Prosecutors will be violated. *El Fate* Hum [ Wa: 3 Ma:11 ] Asmodeus the Boy Elf [ Wa:30 Th:20 Ma:25 ] Lictilon, Arcane Minister of the Black Conclave Gno [ The Grinch ] Scelus, Mayhem Hel [ Borean Court Mage ] Pol O'Song. Soccer Hooligan of Passion. *ND:9-1* Min [ Wa:28 ] Borok is a Sun-bathing Soldier Aar [ Avian Reaper ] Agralebean Crow, Mmmmmm. Chocolatey config +autosac Elf [ Ma:18 Wa:11 ] Azeworai, Minion of the Arch-Witch *Prevaricator* <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > time It is 1pm on Cearn the 17th, the month of the Deities' Wrath, in the year 2563. TFC started up at Mon Nov 11 01:52:06 2002 The system time is Sun Nov 17 19:58:06 2002 <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > The white aura around your body fades. You are no longer invisible! <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > Tweedle shakes your hand. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > c 'improved invis' You lost your concentration. <601hp(601) 322ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > c 'improved invis' You fade out of existence. <601hp(601) 315ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > Tweedle utters the words, 'sanctuary'. <601hp(601) 315ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > Tweedle utters the words, 'armor'. <601hp(601) 315ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > ' now I'm bored You say (in common), 'now I'm bored'. <601hp(601) 315ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > gigg Tweedle utters the words, 'armor'. You feel someone protecting you. <601hp(601) 315ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > You giggle. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > save Your effective level is 50 Version 3.107b of TFC was compiled on 10/10/02 at 21:44. Ok. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > ftell ready for a portal back? You ftell, 'ready for a portal back?'. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > Tweedle now follows you. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > group tweedle Tweedle joins your group. <601hp(601) 325ma(325) 698mv(32616) 869gp > c port room Opening a portal to Temple of the Elements. Temple of the Elements [Exits: north] You stand on a pillar of earth thrusting out of a sea of molten lava. Currents of air swirl around you, and other pillars of earth sprout up in the distance. Looking up, you gasp in astonishment as the sky seems to be replaced with an ocean! In the center of the pillar rises a huge statue of an elf, composed of all four of the elements. This temple serves as a reminder to the Tel'Quessir of their origins. The elven people, unlike any of the other races, were not created by a god, but as prime elementals they willed themselves into existence in their quest to experience life. It is impossible to track here. A large earthen bowl sits here. 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