<worn on head> a bronze skull cap
<worn on body> a suit of spiked leather armor
<worn about body> a hard leather cloak
<worn about waist> a thin leather belt
<worn on arms> a pair of studded leather sleeves
<held as shield> a small round wooden shield
<worn around wrist> a thick spiked leather bracer
<worn around wrist> a thick spiked leather bracer
<worn on hands> some thick leather gloves
<held> a small leather-bound book
<worn on legs> a pair of studded leather leggings
<worn on feet> a pair of studded leather boots
The Ogre's Foot Inn
A large counter sits nestled against the east wall here, accompanied by a
huge rack behind it. It appears that this is where tired and worn out
adventurers can come to get a good nights rest before continuing on the next
day. A spiral oak staircase leads downwards to the inn's lounge, where most
of the city's warriors wait for work. Attached to the front of the counter is
a large sign.
Obvious exits: -West -Down
Fresh blood covers everything in the area.
Shattered bits of ice are scattered about the area.
The corpse of an elite guard is lying here.
The corpse of a Human is lying here.
A guild insignia lies here.
[2] A small round shield has been dropped here.
[10] A small bandage rests upon the ground 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.
A steel dagger about a foot in length lies here.
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.
[6] A large wooden torch has been discarded here.
[3] A sturdy looking wooden club has been left here.
[3] A stout cudgel carved from oak wood lies here.
[3] A gnoby piece of wood, perhaps a small mace, lies here.
A warhammer with a sturdy-looking steel head lies here.
A small raven totem lies here.
A small limestone totem lies here.
A small ivory totem lies here.
A large sign hangs from the front of the counter here.
A Vampire (medium) Dark Sonata *-* Clan Ragnarok *-* sits resting.
An impenetrable globe of darkness floats near a Vampire's head.
A Githyanki (medium) Doombringer *-* Clan Ragnarok *-* sits in mid-air here, fighting an elite guard.
An impenetrable globe of darkness floats near a Githyanki's head.
A Duergar (medium) Cavalry of Betlehem *-* Clan Ragnarok *-* stands in mid-air here, fighting an elite guard.
An impenetrable globe of darkness floats near a Duergar's head.
A Troll (huge) Doombringer *-* Clan Ragnarok *-* stands in mid-air here.
An impenetrable globe of darkness floats near a Troll's head.
A sturdy looking mount is here, all saddled up and ready to ride.
An elite guard stands here, fighting a Githyanki.
The receptionist stands in mid-air here, fighting a Githyanki.
< 5h/24H 112v/112V Pos: standing >
A Duergar's bludgeon strikes an elite guard.
A Duergar's fine crush strikes an elite guard.
A Duergar's impressive crush strikes an elite guard.
A Duergar's impressive bludgeon strikes an elite guard.
A Duergar's impressive bludgeon strikes an elite guard.
A Duergar's rod of Dispator summons the power of hellfire at an elite guard.
A Duergar calls down a roaring flamestrike at an elite guard who starts to melt!
A Duergar smirks as her fireball explodes into the face of an elite guard.
A Duergar smirks as her fireball explodes into the face of an elite guard.
A Duergar smirks as her fireball explodes into the face of an elite guard.
An elite guard is dead! R.I.P.
A look of horror and a silent scream are an elite guard's last actions in this world.
< 5h/24H 112v/112V Pos: standing >
A Vampire closes his book and grins malevolently.
A Troll snaps into visibility.
< 5h/24H 112v/112V Pos: standing >
You say 'hi'
< 5h/24H 112v/112V Pos: standing >
A Troll completes his spell...
A Troll utters the words 'qagqaeuio zrzwunsohar bzaw'
A Troll points at the receptionist.
A beam of pure elemental energy slices into the receptionist.
A Githyanki snaps into visibility.
The receptionist pokes a Githyanki really hard, making you wince.
A dark shroud encases a Githyanki as she charges into battle.
The receptionist's fine punch wounds a Githyanki.
The receptionist pokes a Githyanki really hard, making you wince.
The receptionist's fine punch wounds a Githyanki.
The receptionist's fine punch wounds a Githyanki.
The receptionist's fine punch wounds a Githyanki.
The receptionist's fine punch wounds a Githyanki.
The receptionist starts casting an offensive spell.
The receptionist completes her spell...
The receptionist utters the words 'parl xafe'
Someone wavers in agony, as the positive energies sent by the receptionist purge her essence!
A Vampire snaps into visibility.
The receptionist sends a Vampire reeling with a holy word.
The receptionist sends a Githyanki reeling with a holy word.
The receptionist sends a Duergar reeling with a holy word.
The receptionist sends a Troll reeling with a holy word.
< 5h/24H 112v/112V Pos: standing >
Someone misses the receptionist.
Someone misses the receptionist.
A Githyanki snaps into visibility.
A Githyanki's fine slash strikes the receptionist very hard.
A Githyanki's crude slash strikes the receptionist.
A Githyanki clambers to her feet.
< 5h/24H 112v/112V Pos: standing >
A Vampire misses the receptionist.
A Vampire misses the receptionist.
< 5h/24H 112v/112V Pos: standing >
A Vampire sings a song to protect him from the world.
A Githyanki's skin seems to turn to stone.
A Troll grasps his totem tightly, and begins communing with the spirits.
A Troll starts casting an offensive spell.
< 5h/24H 112v/112V Pos: standing >
A faint hum can be heard from the rod of Dispator carried by a Duergar.
< 5h/24H 112v/112V Pos: standing >
A Duergar's bludgeon seriously wounds the receptionist.
A Duergar's decent crush strikes the receptionist very hard.
A sense of WiLD HAtE surrounds a Duergar as her impressive crush critically injures the receptionist.
The receptionist is stunned!
A Duergar's bludgeon critically injures the receptionist.
The receptionist is mortally wounded, and will die soon, if not aided.
A Duergar's weak bludgeon hits the receptionist.
The receptionist is dead! R.I.P.
The unmistakable scent of fresh blood can be smelled as the receptionist dies in agony.
A Troll stops invoking abruptly!
< 5h/24H 112v/112V Pos: standing >
Someone completes his spell...
Someone utters the words 'yjrr pzar'
A torrent of divine energy flows from someone into a Vampire's body, and his wounds begin to heal!
< 5h/24H 112v/112V Pos: standing >
A Duergar snaps into visibility.
A Duergar fills with BLoodLuST and makes a ferocious leap at YOU!
A Duergar knocks you down with a mighty blow!