{Resevil here.... RIP Holo again...}

Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

Old Forest Road    Exits are: E W
   The road maintains a mostly eastern course, but now it moves around some of
the larger trees as if the section here was completed in haste. The sounds of
the forest have returned to the southeast and northeast, and with them the
following eyes. The smell of a swamp occasionally drifts past this part of the
road, but the swamp is not to be seen. The trees have tightnea
d to both sides,
creating the illusion that they were frozen while being herded to a location.
There are faint signs of a trail leading north. 
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

Old Forest Road    Exits are: N E S W
  The road continues east-west, winding its way around larger thickets and
boulders. A thick canopy of trees covers the road and leaves the forest floor
dim. A wanderer is not often alone here; a pair of gleaming eyes watch
the road from the thickets, and strange stalking sounds can be heard from
the forest near the road. 
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little ma
ule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

Old Forest Road    Exits are: N E S W
   The old road bends around some thickets in the south, but maintains its
east-west-course. The great forest of Mirkwood towers in the north and south
like dark wooden walls lining this road. The ground is covered with dry
leaves, needles and moss, and it's obvious that this road has not been used
very much for a long time.  
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout litta
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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

Old Forest Road    Exits are: E S W
   The level road continues on its east-west-course, winding around some
forest thickets. No noises can be heard here, and an oppressive silence
prevails. The trees loom tall and dun, lining the narrow road and blotting all
the sunlight, and only rarely can a lone sunray penetrate through their thick
foliage. A faint path seems to break the line of the thick trees and lead to
the sa
outh from the road. 
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

Bend in the Old Forest Road    Exits are: N E S W
   The road bends here, running west and north. The soil is a bit soft, and
some moss grows on the road. The trees loom dark and still, and deeper in the
forest strange tangles of vines and branches can be seen. To the east there
appears to be a small clearing close to the road. 
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands hera
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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

A Forested Clear-cutting    Exits are: N E S W
   A round area of these woods has been cut off to form a small clearing.
What for and by whom has this clearing been made can not be guessed. Some
stumps, covered in moss, can be seen here and there, and many bushes and
smaller trees grow on this area already. It looks like the forest will take
this area back eventually. 

Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

Dense Forest    Exits are: N S W
   Amid a carpet of fallen leaves stand enormous dark trees as far as one can
see.  To the east, a giant pine blocks travel in that direction.  Black-furred
squirrels watch visitors to the Mirkwood from within the protection of the
branches.  
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving south, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves south.
You follow Lourne.

Mirkwood Forest    Exits are: N E S W
   Thick foliage overhead blocks all light that may be present above the 
treetops.  This is the Mirkwood Forest, home to many strange tales and myths.
Silence fills the still, stale air and a fine mist springs up from the ground.
Judging by the size of the trees here, this forest must be old indeed.
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little 
mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving south, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves south.
You follow Lourne.

Mirkwood Forest    Exits are: N E
   A damp mist lingers in the still air.  Very little light ever reaches the
forest floor here, causing the area beneath to remain devoid of thick growth.
Vines and thorns are aplenty, though, hampering travel through the forest.
The trees stand as dark guardians of the Mirkwood.
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

Lichen-Covered Rock    Exits are: N W
   A large limestone boulder towers above the ground to the east, blocking
movement in that direction.  Green and red lichen covers its broad surface,
criss-crossed by dark green vines of ivy.  All around, the forest sits and
observes.
*an Uruk* (busy) is standing here.
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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R>You attack *an Uruk*!
You cleave *an Uruk*'s left arm extremely hard.
*an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee!
*an Uruk* flees head over heals!
*an Uruk* (busy) leaves north.

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Lourne is leaving north, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves north.
You follow Lourne.

Rotting Log    Exits are: N E S W
   A large tree lies upon its side here, long since dead and fallen over.  It
now rests here in an advanced state of decay, various forms of vegatation
grows on its surface.  Even the fungus that grows in the Mirkwood is dark in
color and seems to absorb any light that reaches it.
A black wolf wanders about, growling and frothing at the mouth.
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A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

R>You attack *an Uruk*!
*an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee!
*an Uruk* flees head over heals!
*an Uruk* leaves north.

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Lourne is leaving north, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves north.
You follow Lourne.

Giant Pine    Exits are: N E S
   A giant pine stands to the west, its needles the darkest of green.  Because
of its size, travel in that direction is not possible.  A creature with ebony
fur darts into the thin underbrush and two glowing yellow eyes stare out at
travellers.  A howl can be heard faintly in the distance.

Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving north, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves north.
You follow Lourne.

Bend in the Road    Exits are: N E S W
   The Old Forest Road begins turning to the northeast here, although it seems
as if it would have been just as easy to have continued it east.  It is as if
whoever made the road wished to travel around something to the southeast.
Strange noises emanate from the ever-present forest.
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving north, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves north.
You follow Lourne.

Old Forest Road    Exits are: N E S W
   Within the dark forest surrounding the road, pairs of glowing eyes can be
seen briefly before vanishing.  Black squirrels jump from branch to branch and
scurry up the trunks of these massive trees.  The Road continues to the east
and south.
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving north, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves north.
You follow Lourne.

Mirkwood Forest    Exits are: N S W
   Many tales and stories tell of the dark Mirkwood.  But their descriptions
do not accurately reflect what one finds when travelling through it.  A fine
mist hangs above the soft forest floor.  The black hide of a deer can barely
be seen as it leaps away into the woods.
A huge wolf stares at you intently.
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
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Lourne is leaving north, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves north.
You follow Lourne.

Thick Brush    Exits are: N E S
   The forest continues in every direction, its darkness complete and absolute.
Thick underbrush to the west restricts movement in that direction.  Moss 
covers every trunk of every tree as well as the few stones that protrude 
from the soft soil.
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving north, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves north.
You follow Lourne.

Black Barked Tree    Exits are: E S W
   A tall oak stands here by itself.  The other trees grow some distance away
from it, as if they fear it.  Its rough hide is the darkest shade of grey and
its many branches spread leafless into the air.  Judging by its enormous 
girth, one would guess it to be quite old.
A dark craban sits perched in a tree here.
A dark craban sits perched in a tree here.
A dark craban sits perched in a tree here.
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

Sharp Thorns    Exits are: E W
   To the south, a wall of brambles with thorns as long as a human thumb stand
ready to prevent anyone from passing through the forest in that direction.  A
sound cries out in the distance, similar to that of a crow.  All is quiet 
throughout the Mirkwood afterwards.
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

Off the Road    Exits are: E S W
   Through the thin underbrush to the east and south, one can just barely make
out what appears to be a road travelling through the forest.  In the other
directions, the dark forest continues to stand silent and still.  The deep
silence is broken momentarily as an inky shadow crashes through the brush and
disappears.

Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with da
roopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

Rising Road    Exits are: E S W
   The Road rises slightly before leveling off as it turns to the east.  The
dense, dark trees still hover close to the path and seem to press down on any
who travel through here.  Lichen covers the trunks of the massive trees and
vines hang from their branches.
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

Old Forest Road    Exits are: S W
   Here, the road bends west and south, the darkness obscuring anything that
might lie in wait for the unready adventurer. Small creatures scuffle through
the dense forest, vanishing without a trace into the eerie blackness. 
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving south, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves south.
You follow Lourne.

Old Forest Road    Exits are: N E
   The road continues on its course through the forest.  No light penetrates
the trees here; an inky darkness surrounds everything. Growls come from the
side of the road, menacing and terrible in an otherwise silent void.  The
bones of a previous adventurer lying by the side of the road remind you that
danger lurks nearby. 
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little a
mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

Old Forest Road    Exits are: S W
   Trudging on through the forest like a weary adventurer, the road bends to
the north and east from here. Everything around the road is dark, barely
showing the outlines of the dark trees hanging overneath, grasping at any who
dare show themselves. 
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving south, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves south.
You follow Lourne.

The Narrowing Road    Exits are: N S
   Nothing can be seen on either side of the road as it streches north to
south here, except for the faint glow of insect eyes flittering in the dense
forest.  The trees hang over the narrowing road, blocking out all light. 
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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Lourne is leaving south, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves south.
You follow Lourne.

The Road Bends    Exits are: N E W
   Here, the road bends to the east, leading on into the dark, dismal forest.
A small dirt path can be seen heading into the forest, to the west; faint
growls come from that direction. 
*an Uruk* is standing here.
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

R>You attack *an Uruk*!
You discover a weakness in *an Uruk*'s defense!
You cleave *an Uruk*'s head extremely hard.
*an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee!
*an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee!

R HP:Healthy, *an Uruk*:Awful>
You deflect *an Uruk*'s attack.

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*an Uruk* barely pierces your body.

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You do the best you can!
Lourne attacks *an Uruk*!
Lourne discovers a weakness in *an Uruk*'s defense!
Lourne slashes *an Uruk*'s right arm.
*an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee!
*an Uruk* flees head over heals!
*an Uruk* leaves east.

R HP:Scratched>They aren't here.

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Lourne is leaving east, riding on a nice pony.
A mule leaves east.
You follow Lourne.

The Road Bends    Exits are: N S W
   The Old Forest Road bends here, going west and south.  A dank, smelly path
leads north from here, the reek coming from it almost nauseating.  There is an
unwholesome feeling in the air. 
*an Uruk* is standing here.
Lourne is (busy) riding on a nice pony.
A stout little mule with droopy eyes stands here.

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*an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee!

R HP:Scratched>You attack *an Uruk*!
*an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee!
*an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee!
Lourne attacks *an Uruk*!
*an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee!
*an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee!

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R HP:Scratched, *an Uruk*:Awful>You discover a weakness in *an Uruk*'s defense!
You deeply wound *an Uruk*'s left leg with your cleave.
*an Uruk* is dead!  R.I.P.
Your spirit increases by 44.
You receive your share of experience -- 1429 points.
Your blood freezes as you hear Holo's death cry.
They aren't here.

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You grin evilly.