The death of [53 Monk] Xanchat (Orc)

in The Inn of the Shady Grove

from the perspective of [53 Monk] Xanchat (Orc)


The Inn of the Shady Grove
Obvious exits: -E -S
Fresh blood covers everything in the area.
The corpse of an orcish guard is lying here.
The corpse of an orc anti-paladin is lying here.
[5] A small bandage rests upon the ground here.
A sturdy looking wooden club has been left here.
A stout cudgel carved from oak wood lies here.
A gnoby piece of wood, perhaps a small mace, lies here.
A steel long sword has been left here.
A steel short sword lies discarded here.
A long steel sword is here in the dirt.
[2] A steel dagger about a foot in length lies here.
[2] A steel dagger has been tossed aside here.
A durable looking footman's flail lies discarded here.
A large black leather whip lies coiled here.
A warhammer with a sturdy-looking steel head lies here.
A large two-handed sword has been left here.
A large two-handed sword has been left here.
A great flail has been carelessly left here.

< 1h/688H 176v/176V Pos: standing >
You start to chant in a deep voice.
Your inner thoughts are in turmoil.

< 1h/688H 176v/176V Pos: standing >
You start to chant in a deep voice.
You feel your body healing faster.

< 2h/688H 176v/176V Pos: standing >
Someone bows deeply before you.

< 2h/688H 176v/176V Pos: standing >
A Firbolg snaps into visibility.
In his haste to slam you around, a Firbolg slips and falls!
A Firbolg is stunned!

< 8h/688H 176v/176V Pos: standing >
The Inn of the Shady Grove
Obvious exits: -E -S
Fresh blood covers everything in the area.
The corpse of an orcish guard is lying here.
The corpse of an orc anti-paladin is lying here.
[5] A small bandage rests upon the ground here.
A sturdy looking wooden club has been left here.
A stout cudgel carved from oak wood lies here.
A gnoby piece of wood, perhaps a small mace, lies here.
A steel long sword has been left here.
A steel short sword lies discarded here.
A long steel sword is here in the dirt.
[2] A steel dagger about a foot in length lies here.
[2] A steel dagger has been tossed aside here.
A durable looking footman's flail lies discarded here.
A large black leather whip lies coiled here.
A warhammer with a sturdy-looking steel head lies here.
A large two-handed sword has been left here.
A large two-handed sword has been left here.
A great flail has been carelessly left here.

< 17h/688H 176v/176V Pos: standing >

<map>
Zone: Shady Grove.
Room: The Bar of Dancing Flame
</map>

<map>
Zone: Shady Grove.
Room: The Bar of Dancing Flame
</map>
The Bar of Dancing Flame
Obvious exits: -N -D
Fresh blood covers everything in the area.
The corpse of a dancing elven girl is lying here.
The corpse of an orcish street sweeper is lying here.
[2] The corpse of a baby orc is lying here.
A mighty board stands here held up by great swords reading 'Flame Board.'
(Q)Ixie, the bartender, stands behind the counter ready to serve you.

< 18h/688H 175v/176V Pos: standing >
-=[You stagger as a magic missile from a blazing imp hits you.]=-
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
-=[You stagger as a magic missile from a blazing imp hits you.]=-
YIKES!  Another hit like that, and you've had it!!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
-=[You stagger as a magic missile from a blazing imp hits you.]=-
You watch as the world spins around your gruesomely cut body.
You feel your strength wane, leaving you for the carrion crawlers to
devour.
-=[