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Friday, 25 May, 2007

by Dol

# # #### # ---@---- \|......\| \|...+..- -------- @ "Whee, a spellbookThe Book of Three lay closed on the table. Taran had never been allowed to read the volume for himself; now he was sure it held more than Dallben chose to tell him. In the sun- filled room, with Dallben still meditating and showing no sign of stopping, Taran rose and moved through the shimmering beams. From the forest came the monotonous tick of a beetle. His hands reached for the cover. Taran gasped in pain and snatched them away. They smarted as if each of his fingers had been stung by hornets. He jumped back, stumbled against the bench, and dropped to the floor, where he put his fingers woefully into his mouth. Dallben's eyes blinked open. He peered at Taran and yawned slowly. "You had better see Coll about a lotion for those hands," he advised. "Otherwise, I shouldn't be surprised if they blistered." [ The Book of Three, by Lloyd Alexander ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details.!"	### # --\|---- ......\| # ......-###@# ------- @ "Looks quite long, though. I better find a quiet room for reading this."	------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------ @ "This one should do. Now...chapter 1, introduction..."	You hear bubbling waterDay after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink. [ The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details.. ------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------ @ "...for professional wizards only...heavy stuff, this one..."
You hear a slow drip. ------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------ @ "Hmf."	You hear the the footsteps of a guardThese strange creatures live mostly on the surface of the earth, gathering together in societies of various forms, but occasionally a stray will descend into the depths and commit mayhem among the dungeon residents who, naturally, often resent the intrusion of such beasts. They are capable of using weapons and magic, and it is even rumored that the Wizard of Yendor is a member of this species. Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. on patrol. ------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------ @ "Buy a pair of elven boots, you... grumblegrumble"	You hear some noises in the distance. ------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------ @ "..."	You hear crashing rockBilbo saw that the moment had come when he must do something. He could not get up at the brutes and he had nothing to shoot with; but looking about he saw that in this place there were many stones lying in what appeared to be a now dry little watercourse. Bilbo was a pretty fair shot with a stone, and it did not take him long to find a nice smooth egg-shaped one that fitted his hand cosily. As a boy he used to practise throwing stones at things, until rabbits and squirrels, and even birds, got out of his way as quick as lightning if they saw him stoop; and even grownup he had still spent a deal of his time at quoits, dart-throwing, shooting at the wand, bowls, ninepins and other quiet games of the aiming and throwing sort - indeed he could do lots of things, besides blowing smoke-rings, asking riddles and cooking, that I haven't time to tell you about. There is no time now. While he was picking up stones, the spider had reached Bombur, and soon he would have been dead. At that moment Bilbo threw. The stone struck the spider plunk on the head, and it dropped senseless off the tree, flop to the ground, with all its legs curled up. [ The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details.. ------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------ @ "Hnnngggh..."
You hear a distant explosion. ------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------ @ "GODDAMMIT! I'M &#@*% TRYING TO READ HERE!"	You hear a distant squeak. ------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------	------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------ @ "...A SPELLBOOKThe Book of Three lay closed on the table. Taran had never been allowed to read the volume for himself; now he was sure it held more than Dallben chose to tell him. In the sun- filled room, with Dallben still meditating and showing no sign of stopping, Taran rose and moved through the shimmering beams. From the forest came the monotonous tick of a beetle. His hands reached for the cover. Taran gasped in pain and snatched them away. They smarted as if each of his fingers had been stung by hornets. He jumped back, stumbled against the bench, and dropped to the floor, where he put his fingers woefully into his mouth. Dallben's eyes blinked open. He peered at Taran and yawned slowly. "You had better see Coll about a lotion for those hands," he advised. "Otherwise, I shouldn't be surprised if they blistered." [ The Book of Three, by Lloyd Alexander ] Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers NetHack may be freely redistributed. See license for details. OF FINGER OF DEATH!"	------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------
------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------	------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------	You suddenly realize it is unnaturally quiet. ------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------	------ \|....\| ####+.@..\| # \|....\| ##### ------ @ "Chapter 1, introduction..."
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