Floyd | Welcome to the Cheap Glk Implementation, library version 0.9.0.
Floyd |
Floyd | tadsr - A text-only TADS 2.5.10 Interpreter.
Floyd | Copyright (c) 1993, 2006 by Michael J. Roberts.
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Floyd |
Floyd |    The hiking trip across Europe has been a wonderful experience for
Floyd | two recent college graduates like yourself and your friend Carolyn.
Floyd | From the mansions of England to the beaches of Greece, you've walked in
Floyd | the footsteps of the Crusaders and seen sights that few Americans have
Floyd | ever seen.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Carolyn had wanted to skip the Central European nation of Rylvania.
Floyd | "Why bother?"  she'd said.  "There's nothing but farmers there, and
Floyd | creepy old castles - nothing we haven't seen already.  The Rylvanians
Floyd | are still living in the last century."
Floyd |
Floyd |    That, you'd insisted, was exactly why Rylvania was a must-see.  The
Floyd | country was an intact piece of living history, a real treasure in this
Floyd | modern age.
Floyd |
Floyd |    If only you hadn't insisted!  As night fell, as you approached a
Floyd | small farming village in search of a quaint inn to spend the night, the
Floyd | howling began.  A scant hundred yards from the village, and it
Floyd | happened...the wolves appeared from the black forest around you and
Floyd | attacked.  Big, black wolves that leaped for Carolyn's throat before
Floyd | you could shout a warning, led by a great gray-black animal that easily
Floyd | stood four feet at the shoulder.  Carolyn fell to the rocky path, blood
Floyd | gushing from her neck as the wolves faded back into the trees,
Floyd | unwilling, for some unknown reason, to press their attack.
Floyd |
Floyd |    If she dies, it will be your fault.  You curse the darkening sky as
Floyd | you cradle Carolyn's head, knowing that you have little time to find
Floyd | help.  Perhaps in the village up the road to the north -
Floyd |
Floyd | The Horror of Rylvania
Floyd | Version 2.5G for Great Underground Adventures CD
Floyd | Copyright (C) 1993, 1996 D. A. Leary
Floyd | All rights reserved.
Floyd | Developed with TADS, the Text Adventure Development System.
Floyd |
Floyd | Difficulty Rating:  Horrifying (5 out of 10)
Floyd |
Floyd | Suggested for Mature Audiences.
Floyd |
Floyd | ***
Floyd |
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Floyd |
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Floyd |
Floyd | Winding Path
Floyd |
Floyd |    The main road is a north-south trail - little more than a dirt path
Floyd | - winding through a black, dismal forest.  To the north, through the
Floyd | trees, you can barely make out the lights of a small Rylvanian village.
Floyd | The sun has just set and dark trees hang over the path, forming a
Floyd | mazelike net overhead.  The path is well trodden and easy to walk on.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Carolyn, your close friend from college, lies motionless on the
Floyd | path, blood flowing freely from a gaping, jagged wound in her throat
Floyd | and chest.  She's making faint gurgling sounds and just barely
Floyd | breathing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | [1]: Footnote markers are numbers enclosed in square brackets.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "apply".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "fix".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You have a fifty-dollar traveller's check and a matchbook.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "stop".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "carolyn's".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know what you're referring to with 'her'.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You'd better not move Carolyn without professional medical help.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Path Fork
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing at a fork in the path, just outside a village.  To
Floyd | the west the trees thin out slightly, while to the east they disappear
Floyd | entirely, becoming an impassable swamp.  Branches of the path run north
Floyd | and northeast.  To the north you can see several buildings.  The track
Floyd | runs south as well, back into the forest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Outside Inn
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing outside a wooden inn at the west end of a small
Floyd | Rylvanian village.  Flickering light streams from an open window, and a
Floyd | sign hangs above the doorway.  The inn has seen better days - it's
Floyd | run-down and falling apart, and could use a good coat of paint.  A path
Floyd | runs south, out of town, and more buildings are down the street to the
Floyd | east.  To the west is more of the black forest.  The inn is to the
Floyd | north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | In gothic script the sign reads "The Devil's Cup."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Common Room
Floyd |
Floyd |    The inn is well-lit, less shabby on the inside than on the out.  A
Floyd | warming fire burns in the hearth.  Several townsfolk are seated around
Floyd | a table, talking quietly, and a thin old man stands behind the bar.
Floyd | The townsfolk and the barman look up as you enter, suspicious of
Floyd | strangers - as are all Rylvanians - but soon the patrons turn back to
Floyd | their conversation and the barman returns to polishing glasses.  The
Floyd | exit from the inn is south, and an open doorway behind the bar leads
Floyd | west.
Floyd |
Floyd |    A tarot deck is sitting on the table.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Some of the townsfolk turn and nod briefly at you before continuing
Floyd | their conversation.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The old barman regards you silently.
Floyd |
Floyd |    You catch a fragment of conversation.  "...written on the trees..."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The bartender shakes his head and points at his mouth.  "Foreigner!"
Floyd | one of the patrons shouts at you.  "Old Henri is mute!  He cannot speak
Floyd | to you."  The customer smiles.  "But he knows what you need, if you
Floyd | have the money.'
Floyd |
Floyd |    You catch a fragment of conversation.  "...written on the trees..."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The bartender looks at the check, then smiles and shakes his head,
Floyd | passing the check back to you.
Floyd |
Floyd |    "They walk tonight," one of the customers whispers.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The customers eye you suspiciously.  "Yes.  The wolves roam the woods.
Floyd | The old woodcutter that lives out there might know more about them."
Floyd |
Floyd |    You catch a fragment of conversation.  "...the doctor knows..."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | One of the customers glances up at you.  "Yes, we have a doctor.  He
Floyd | lives further down, on this side of the street."  He jerks his thumb to
Floyd | the east, then falls quiet for a long moment.  "I don't know if you
Floyd | want him as your doctor, Foreigner.  He is a strange man."
Floyd |
Floyd |    "They walk every night," a customer snaps, drinking heavily from a
Floyd | stone flagon.  "Every bloody night.  Our village is cursed."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Outside Inn
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road West
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are walking on a road through the center of the village.  The
Floyd | street is quiet and empty; most of the local populace has already
Floyd | turned in for the night.  Silence weighs heavily on the town, and the
Floyd | air is cold and leaden.  To the north is a small square wooden
Floyd | building.  The door to the building is open. To the south is an open
Floyd | field.  The road continues to the east and west, and a branch runs
Floyd | southwest as well - toward the black forest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road East
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are near the eastern outskirts of the village.  To the south is
Floyd | a stately old church, weathered and in a state of disrepair.  The
Floyd | entrance to the church stands open.  To the north a narrow track runs
Floyd | along the side of the small wooden building you passed to the west.
Floyd | The road continues west and also runs northeast, out of town and
Floyd | through the moors.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Village Road West
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are walking on a road through the center of the village.  The
Floyd | street is quiet and empty; most of the local populace has already
Floyd | turned in for the night.  Silence weighs heavily on the town, and the
Floyd | air is cold and leaden.  To the north is a small square wooden
Floyd | building.  The door to the building is open. To the south is an open
Floyd | field.  The road continues to the east and west, and a branch runs
Floyd | southwest as well - toward the black forest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Okay, now in WORDY mode.
Floyd | Village Road West
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are walking on a road through the center of the village.  The
Floyd | street is quiet and empty; most of the local populace has already
Floyd | turned in for the night.  Silence weighs heavily on the town, and the
Floyd | air is cold and leaden.  To the north is a small square wooden
Floyd | building.  The door to the building is open. To the south is an open
Floyd | field.  The road continues to the east and west, and a branch runs
Floyd | southwest as well - toward the black forest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Doctor's Office
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are inside a small office which appears to belong to the local
Floyd | doctor.  It's small and dark, but clean.  A chair and a desk are the
Floyd | only furniture.  The exit is south, back through the doorway.  One
Floyd | small window in the east wall looks out on an alley.  Hanging on the
Floyd | wall is a framed diploma.  The door stands open, and the window is
Floyd | closed.
Floyd |
Floyd |    A middle-aged man is here.  "Hello," he says pleasantly.  "I am
Floyd | Doctor Trolovitch."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The doctor nods hurriedly.  "Yes, of course.  I can help.  Take me to
Floyd | her, and I'll do all I can."
Floyd |
Floyd |    Doctor Trolovitch waits, staring at you expectantly.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road West
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are walking on a road through the center of the village.  The
Floyd | street is quiet and empty; most of the local populace has already
Floyd | turned in for the night.  Silence weighs heavily on the town, and the
Floyd | air is cold and leaden.  To the north is a small square wooden
Floyd | building.  The door to the building is open. To the south is an open
Floyd | field.  The road continues to the east and west, and a branch runs
Floyd | southwest as well - toward the black forest.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Doctor Trolovitch checks the door to his office, making sure it's
Floyd | locked.  "Can't be too careful," he murmurs.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Outside Inn
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing outside a wooden inn at the west end of a small
Floyd | Rylvanian village.  Flickering light streams from an open window, and a
Floyd | sign hangs above the doorway.  The inn has seen better days - it's
Floyd | run-down and falling apart, and could use a good coat of paint.  A path
Floyd | runs south, out of town, and more buildings are down the street to the
Floyd | east.  To the west is more of the black forest.  The inn is to the
Floyd | north.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Doctor Trolovitch follows you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Black Forest
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are lost among the twisted, gnarled trees of the black forest.
Floyd | The trees close in around you and the air is damp and cold.  Somewhere
Floyd | off in the distance a lone wolf howls.  Owls hoot, and a faint
Floyd | scrabbling under the leaves hints of tiny creatures of the night,
Floyd | searching for food.  You can travel in almost all directions.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Doctor Trolovitch follows you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Outside Inn
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing outside a wooden inn at the west end of a small
Floyd | Rylvanian village.  Flickering light streams from an open window, and a
Floyd | sign hangs above the doorway.  The inn has seen better days - it's
Floyd | run-down and falling apart, and could use a good coat of paint.  A path
Floyd | runs south, out of town, and more buildings are down the street to the
Floyd | east.  To the west is more of the black forest.  The inn is to the
Floyd | north.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Doctor Trolovitch is here, waiting for you to lead him to Carolyn.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Path Fork
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing at a fork in the path, just outside a village.  To
Floyd | the west the trees thin out slightly, while to the east they disappear
Floyd | entirely, becoming an impassable swamp.  Branches of the path run north
Floyd | and northeast.  To the north you can see several buildings.  The track
Floyd | runs south as well, back into the forest.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Doctor Trolovitch follows you.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Winding Path
Floyd |
Floyd |    The main road is a north-south trail - little more than a dirt path
Floyd | - winding through a black, dismal forest.  To the north, through the
Floyd | trees, you can barely make out the lights of a small Rylvanian village.
Floyd | The trail is shrouded in almost total darkness and dark trees hang over
Floyd | the path, forming a mazelike net overhead.  The path is well trodden
Floyd | and easy to walk on.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Doctor Trolovitch follows you, looking around.  "Is this where you
Floyd | claim your friend to be?"  he says irritably.  "I see no patient."  He
Floyd | shakes his head.  "I would think one of your age would be beyond these
Floyd | childish pranks."  He turns and walks back toward town without a word,
Floyd | leaving you to wonder what could have happened to Carolyn.
Floyd |
Floyd | *** Your score has just gone up.  ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Path Fork
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing at a fork in the path, just outside a village.  To
Floyd | the west the trees thin out slightly, while to the east they disappear
Floyd | entirely, becoming an impassable swamp.  Branches of the path run north
Floyd | and northeast.  To the north you can see several buildings.  The track
Floyd | runs south as well, back into the forest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Outside Inn
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing outside a wooden inn at the west end of a small
Floyd | Rylvanian village.  Flickering light streams from an open window, and a
Floyd | sign hangs above the doorway.  The inn has seen better days - it's
Floyd | run-down and falling apart, and could use a good coat of paint.  A path
Floyd | runs south, out of town, and more buildings are down the street to the
Floyd | east.  To the west is more of the black forest.  The inn is to the
Floyd | north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Common Room
Floyd |
Floyd |    The inn is well-lit, less shabby on the inside than on the out.  A
Floyd | warming fire burns in the hearth.  Several townsfolk are seated around
Floyd | a table, talking quietly, and a thin old man stands behind the bar.
Floyd | The townsfolk and the barman look up as you enter, suspicious of
Floyd | strangers - as are all Rylvanians - but soon the patrons turn back to
Floyd | their conversation and the barman returns to polishing glasses.  The
Floyd | exit from the inn is south, and an open doorway behind the bar leads
Floyd | west.
Floyd |
Floyd |    A tarot deck is sitting on the table.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Some of the townsfolk turn and nod briefly at you before continuing
Floyd | their conversation.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The old barman regards you silently.
Floyd |
Floyd |    You catch a fragment of conversation.  "...the doctor knows..."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's a deck of tarot cards.
Floyd |
Floyd |    "They walk tonight," one of the customers whispers.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "werewolves".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's a deck of tarot cards.
Floyd |
Floyd |    "They walk every night," a customer snaps, drinking heavily from a
Floyd | stone flagon.  "Every bloody night.  Our village is cursed."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The customers eye you suspiciously.  "Yes.  The wolves roam the woods.
Floyd | The old woodcutter that lives out there might know more about them."
Floyd |
Floyd |    You catch a fragment of conversation.  "...the wolves know..."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd |    "They walk every night," a customer snaps, drinking heavily from a
Floyd | stone flagon.  "Every bloody night.  Our village is cursed."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "woodcutter".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The patrons ignore your attempts at communication.
Floyd |
Floyd |    You catch a fragment of conversation.  "...the wolves know..."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Outside Inn
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing outside a wooden inn at the west end of a small
Floyd | Rylvanian village.  Flickering light streams from an open window, and a
Floyd | sign hangs above the doorway.  The inn has seen better days - it's
Floyd | run-down and falling apart, and could use a good coat of paint.  A path
Floyd | runs south, out of town, and more buildings are down the street to the
Floyd | east.  To the west is more of the black forest.  The inn is to the
Floyd | north.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road West
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are walking on a road through the center of the village.  The
Floyd | street is quiet and empty; most of the local populace has already
Floyd | turned in for the night.  Silence weighs heavily on the town, and the
Floyd | air is cold and leaden.  To the north is a small square wooden
Floyd | building.  The door to the building is closed.  To the south is an open
Floyd | field.  The road continues to the east and west, and a branch runs
Floyd | southwest as well - toward the black forest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road East
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are near the eastern outskirts of the village.  To the south is
Floyd | a stately old church, weathered and in a state of disrepair.  The
Floyd | entrance to the church stands open.  To the north a narrow track runs
Floyd | along the side of the small wooden building you passed to the west.
Floyd | The road continues west and also runs northeast, out of town and
Floyd | through the moors.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Inside Church
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are in the main hall of the village church.  To the north is the
Floyd | exit to the village road.  Pews, facing south, line both sides of the
Floyd | center aisle.  A brass basin sits atop a stone pillar near the north
Floyd | exit.  An altar is at the far end of the room, near a low passage which
Floyd | leads south to another part of the church.  Moonlight streams through
Floyd | the stained glass windows, bathing the wooden pews in a ghostly glow.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The brass basin seems to contain some holy water.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The pews are hard wooden benches.  They face south, toward the altar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | There's nothing, not even some leftover chewing gum.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The stained glass windows are typical Rylvanian church design.  Most
Floyd | portray Saint William of Irdopest, the patron saint of Rylvanians.  A
Floyd | few show more typical Christian scenes - the Christ child, Jesus on the
Floyd | cross, and so forth.  They're quite pretty, but hard to see in the pale
Floyd | light.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Church Vestry
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are behind the altar in the church, in a small chamber that
Floyd | serves, judging from the hooks on the walls, as the church's vestry.
Floyd | Other than the hooks, the chamber is empty now.  To the north is the
Floyd | main part of the church.  An open doorway leads out of the church to
Floyd | the east, and beyond, you can see the town graveyard.  A ladder leads
Floyd | up into darkness.
Floyd |
Floyd |    A cloak is hanging on the wall hooks.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The cloak is brown, lined with rabbit fur, and looks quite warm.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The cloak is brown, lined with rabbit fur, and looks quite warm.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | cloak:  Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Okay, you're now wearing the cloak.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't see any altar here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | There's nothing hanging on the hooks.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The cloak is brown, lined with rabbit fur, and looks quite warm.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Inside Church
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are in the main hall of the village church.  To the north is the
Floyd | exit to the village road.  Pews, facing south, line both sides of the
Floyd | center aisle.  A brass basin sits atop a stone pillar near the north
Floyd | exit.  An altar is at the far end of the room, near a low passage which
Floyd | leads south to another part of the church.  Moonlight streams through
Floyd | the stained glass windows, bathing the wooden pews in a ghostly glow.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The brass basin seems to contain some holy water.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | There's nothing on the stone altar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The water looks normal to you.  You're not a religious expert, so if
Floyd | you take the water from the basin, it probably loses any special
Floyd | properties it might have.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't move the stone altar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The stained glass windows are typical Rylvanian church design.  Most
Floyd | portray Saint William of Irdopest, the patron saint of Rylvanians.  A
Floyd | few show more typical Christian scenes - the Christ child, Jesus on the
Floyd | cross, and so forth.  They're quite pretty, but hard to see in the pale
Floyd | light.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's bolted to the pillar.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Church Vestry
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are behind the altar in the church, in a small chamber that
Floyd | serves, judging from the hooks on the walls, as the church's vestry.
Floyd | Other than the hooks, the chamber is empty now.  To the north is the
Floyd | main part of the church.  An open doorway leads out of the church to
Floyd | the east, and beyond, you can see the town graveyard.  A ladder leads
Floyd | up into darkness.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Belfry
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing in the church belfry, a tiny tower above the
Floyd | vestry.  Far above you, shrouded in cobwebs and gloom, you can just
Floyd | make out a large bell attached to the roof.  Dangling from the bell is
Floyd | a thin iron chain.  Pale light filters in through narrow windows in the
Floyd | stone walls, and a chilling breeze whips through the tower.  The only
Floyd | exit is down the ladder, back to the vestry.
Floyd |
Floyd |    You see a flyswatter here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | flyswatter:  Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You pull on the chain and ring the bell.  A deep tone resounds through
Floyd | the tower, shaking the church to its very foundations.  A few bats fly
Floyd | out of the bell, shrieking angrily.  For a moment, they appear to be
Floyd | diving at you, but then they swerve and dart out one of the narrow
Floyd | windows.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You pull on the chain and ring the bell.  A deep tone resounds through
Floyd | the tower, shaking the church to its very foundations.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You grab the chain and try to hoist yourself up.  Far overhead, the
Floyd | bell rings loudly, shaking the walls of the belfry as you try to climb
Floyd | the iron links.  Unfortunately, the chain is too thin to climb; you
Floyd | can't seem to get a good grip on it.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Church Vestry
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are behind the altar in the church, in a small chamber that
Floyd | serves, judging from the hooks on the walls, as the church's vestry.
Floyd | Other than the hooks, the chamber is empty now.  To the north is the
Floyd | main part of the church.  An open doorway leads out of the church to
Floyd | the east, and beyond, you can see the town graveyard.  A ladder leads
Floyd | up into darkness.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Graveyard South
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are at the southern end of the church graveyard.  Some
Floyd | headstones are shrouded in low-lying fog, while others are partially
Floyd | hidden by the long grass. It's obvious that the graveyard, like the
Floyd | church itself, hasn't been taken care of for some time.  A few old
Floyd | stunted trees mark the boundaries to the south and east.  To the west
Floyd | is a side entrance to the old church, and further to the north, you can
Floyd | see more headstones and an old mausoleum.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know how to read the trees.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You push aside the grasses and read the names on some of the
Floyd | gravestones:
Floyd |
Floyd |    "Elijah Vilovitch 1745-1795"
Floyd |
Floyd |    "Tomis Rasarivin 1760-1782"
Floyd |
Floyd |    "Maryana Olgrisson 1747-1770"
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Graveyard North
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are at the north end of the graveyard.  To the west is the old
Floyd | church; an entrance is further along the wall to the south.  To the
Floyd | north is an ancient iron fence some twelve feet tall.  To the east is
Floyd | an ancient mausoleum, with a few words etched in the stone above the
Floyd | entrance.  Several gravestones are scattered amongst the weeds here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know how to read the mausoleum.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "Vladmir Von Rhistoven:  In Morte Pax"
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The gravestones in this part of the cemetary have mostly faded with age
Floyd | - you can't make out most of them.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The entrance to the mausoleum is closed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The weeds are stunted and dying.  They cling to life around the
Floyd | scattered graves.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You grunt and strain, but can't open the mausoleum gate.  It seems to
Floyd | be locked.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's a twelve foot tall fence, made of wrought iron.  It bars passage
Floyd | to the north, out onto the moors.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Graveyard South
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are at the southern end of the church graveyard.  Some
Floyd | headstones are shrouded in low-lying fog, while others are partially
Floyd | hidden by the long grass. It's obvious that the graveyard, like the
Floyd | church itself, hasn't been taken care of for some time.  A few old
Floyd | stunted trees mark the boundaries to the south and east.  To the west
Floyd | is a side entrance to the old church, and further to the north, you can
Floyd | see more headstones and an old mausoleum.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The row of trees blocks your path, and beyond is nothing but more dark
Floyd | forest and moor.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Church Vestry
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are behind the altar in the church, in a small chamber that
Floyd | serves, judging from the hooks on the walls, as the church's vestry.
Floyd | Other than the hooks, the chamber is empty now.  To the north is the
Floyd | main part of the church.  An open doorway leads out of the church to
Floyd | the east, and beyond, you can see the town graveyard.  A ladder leads
Floyd | up into darkness.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Inside Church
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are in the main hall of the village church.  To the north is the
Floyd | exit to the village road.  Pews, facing south, line both sides of the
Floyd | center aisle.  A brass basin sits atop a stone pillar near the north
Floyd | exit.  An altar is at the far end of the room, near a low passage which
Floyd | leads south to another part of the church.  Moonlight streams through
Floyd | the stained glass windows, bathing the wooden pews in a ghostly glow.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The brass basin seems to contain some holy water.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road East
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are near the eastern outskirts of the village.  To the south is
Floyd | a stately old church, weathered and in a state of disrepair.  The
Floyd | entrance to the church stands open.  To the north a narrow track runs
Floyd | along the side of the small wooden building you passed to the west.
Floyd | The road continues west and also runs northeast, out of town and
Floyd | through the moors.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Alleyway
Floyd |
Floyd |    You're standing next to a small wooden building to the west.
Floyd | There's a small window on this side, but otherwise the building's wall
Floyd | is featureless and uninteresting.  To the north and northeast are
Floyd | impassable moors and swamps, and to the south is the main road.  The
Floyd | alley is littered with trash and debris.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's just typical alley litter - paper and the like.  You find a
Floyd | leaflet lying amidst the debris, which you take.
Floyd |
Floyd | *** Your score has just gone up.  ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "Good for One Free Reading at Madame Hulga's, just outside of town -
Floyd | head west from the signpost."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The window is set in the west wall of the building.  It's closed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The window won't open.  It seems to be latched from the other side.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The window's shutters are closed.  You can't see a thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's just typical alley litter - paper and the like.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road East
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are near the eastern outskirts of the village.  To the south is
Floyd | a stately old church, weathered and in a state of disrepair.  The
Floyd | entrance to the church stands open.  To the north a narrow track runs
Floyd | along the side of the small wooden building you passed to the west.
Floyd | The road continues west and also runs northeast, out of town and
Floyd | through the moors.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |    You walk out of town, heading out into the moors.  Your mind wanders
Floyd | to Carolyn, and the recent strange turn of events.  Where could she
Floyd | have gone?  Is she dead?  Can you still save her?  Where did Doctor
Floyd | Trolovitch go?
Floyd |
Floyd |    The moors are dark and cold.  A light rain is falling and the
Floyd | rumblings of far-distant thunder reach your ears.  A flash of
Floyd | lightning, and suddenly, she is there.  Carolyn - dressed in a white
Floyd | robe, standing before you on the fog-covered fen!  Stunned, you run
Floyd | toward her, calling her name.  She smiles, arms outstretched, reaching
Floyd | for you.  And then you are there, hugging her, crying - and noticing
Floyd | how cold she is, how pale - how very dead.  Her mouth opens in a jagged
Floyd | smile.  Cold, bone-white pointed teeth reach for your neck.  You cry
Floyd | out as her canines puncture your throat - and go limp as your lifeblood
Floyd | pumps into her mouth.  The world turns black -
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd |    You dream.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The dreams are endless and horrifying.  You are alive, then dead,
Floyd | then floating in a formless void, then somehow alive again - but not
Floyd | alive.  You have changed - you can tell.  You are no longer human.  You
Floyd | struggle out of blackness and find yourself enclosed in wood -
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | What do you want to knock on?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing happens.
Floyd |
Floyd |    A gnawing hunger is wracking your body.  An icy chill grasps your
Floyd | stomach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | AIIIEEEYYYEEE!
Floyd |
Floyd |    Somewhere far above you, you hear faint scraping.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | AIIIEEEYYYEEE!
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | AIIIEEEYYYEEE!
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The coffin is sturdy wood, and you can't seem to break it.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The scraping above you is getting louder.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Inside a Closed Coffin
Floyd |
Floyd |    It's quite dark, but by feeling around, you discover that you're
Floyd | lying in a closed pine coffin.
Floyd |
Floyd |    A gnawing hunger is wracking your body.  An icy chill grasps your
Floyd | stomach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Inside a Closed Coffin
Floyd |
Floyd |    It's quite dark, but by feeling around, you discover that you're
Floyd | lying in a closed pine coffin.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You are empty-handed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You grunt and strain, but there's far too much dirt on top of the
Floyd | coffin to push it open.
Floyd |
Floyd |    There's a loud thump on the coffin lid, like metal hitting wood.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You push open the coffin lid.  A man leaps back from your newly-opened
Floyd | grave, a horrified expression on his face.  He falls backward and out
Floyd | of sight.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You're not going anywhere until you get out of the coffin.
Floyd |
Floyd |    A gnawing hunger is wracking your body.  An icy chill grasps your
Floyd | stomach.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | (the coffin)
Floyd | Graveyard North
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are at the north end of the graveyard.  To the west is the old
Floyd | church; an entrance is further along the wall to the south.  To the
Floyd | north is an ancient iron fence some twelve feet tall.  To the east is
Floyd | an ancient mausoleum, with a few words etched in the stone above the
Floyd | entrance.  Several gravestones are scattered amongst the weeds here.
Floyd |
Floyd |    A man in priest's robes is cowering beside the headstones.
Floyd |
Floyd |    One grave has been dug up, and at the bottom of the hole is an open
Floyd | coffin.
Floyd |
Floyd |    You see a wooden stake and a shovel here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | wooden stake:  Taken.
Floyd | shovel:  Taken.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | File to save game in >
Floyd | Saved.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |    A deadly hunger draws you to the priest.  You raise his head in your
Floyd | hands and gaze into his eyes.  He's beautiful, and the throbbing pulse
Floyd | in his neck is somehow hypnotic.  You bend in for a closer look - and
Floyd | sever his jugular with newly-sharp canines, feeling his hot blood on
Floyd | your tongue, feeling it wash over your throat in a sensual orgy of
Floyd | smells and tastes.  The priest grows limp in your arms and soon you let
Floyd | him fall, dead.  You have killed for the first time - but your chilling
Floyd | hunger is sated.
Floyd |
Floyd | *** Your score has just gone up.  ***
Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Graveyard North
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are at the north end of the graveyard.  To the west is the old
Floyd | church; an entrance is further along the wall to the south.  To the
Floyd | north is an ancient iron fence some twelve feet tall.  To the east is
Floyd | an ancient mausoleum, with a few words etched in the stone above the
Floyd | entrance.  Several gravestones are scattered amongst the weeds here.
Floyd |
Floyd |    One grave has been dug up, and at the bottom of the hole is an open
Floyd | coffin.
Floyd |
Floyd |    You see a dead man here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The man's throat has been torn open - a ghastly, gruesome sight.  He's
Floyd | been totally drained of blood.  His broken body lies beside the open
Floyd | grave.  From his clothing, you surmise that he was a Catholic priest.
Floyd | Perhaps you should bury him.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Which grave do you mean, the hole, or the gravestones?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know how to put anything into the hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know how to put anything into the hole.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Somehow, you don't feel quite right about burying the priest in your
Floyd | grave; you feel you might need the coffin again.  You dig a shallow
Floyd | grave in a shadowy corner of the graveyard and roll the priest into it,
Floyd | pulling bits of sod and leaves over the body.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Graveyard North
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are at the north end of the graveyard.  To the west is the old
Floyd | church; an entrance is further along the wall to the south.  To the
Floyd | north is an ancient iron fence some twelve feet tall.  To the east is
Floyd | an ancient mausoleum, with a few words etched in the stone above the
Floyd | entrance.  Several gravestones are scattered amongst the weeds here.
Floyd |
Floyd |    One grave has been dug up, and at the bottom of the hole is an open
Floyd | coffin.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Graveyard South
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are at the southern end of the church graveyard.  Some
Floyd | headstones are shrouded in low-lying fog, while others are partially
Floyd | hidden by the long grass. It's obvious that the graveyard, like the
Floyd | church itself, hasn't been taken care of for some time.  A few old
Floyd | stunted trees mark the boundaries to the south and east.  To the west
Floyd | is a side entrance to the old church, and further to the north, you can
Floyd | see more headstones and an old mausoleum.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You approach the church door, but suddenly, a strange pain seizes your
Floyd | gut.  You double over in agony, and are forced to stop.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Graveyard North
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are at the north end of the graveyard.  To the west is the old
Floyd | church; an entrance is further along the wall to the south.  To the
Floyd | north is an ancient iron fence some twelve feet tall.  To the east is
Floyd | an ancient mausoleum, with a few words etched in the stone above the
Floyd | entrance.  Several gravestones are scattered amongst the weeds here.
Floyd |
Floyd |    One grave has been dug up, and at the bottom of the hole is an open
Floyd | coffin.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | You easily scale the fence and head toward the moors.
Floyd |
Floyd | Moor Path
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are walking along a lightly-travelled path that wends its way
Floyd | through the dark, misty moors of Rylvania.  The trail curves here,
Floyd | continuing to the southwest and the northwest.  The rain is picking up
Floyd | now, and the thunder and lightning are getting closer.  South of here
Floyd | is the church graveyard, covered with a blanket of fog and mist.  To
Floyd | the north, you hear the sounds of rushing water, but I wouldn't stray
Floyd | from the path if I were you - the bogs are deadly.  The village is back
Floyd | to the southwest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | There's no verb in that sentence!
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't recognize that sentence.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "become".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Your skin is pale and cold to the touch, your canines are long and
Floyd | pointy, and you feel very strange.  You seem to have become a vampire.
Floyd | [2]
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | [2]: Bummer.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Moor Crossroads
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing at a fork in the path through the moors.  To the
Floyd | east a short path slopes down to the river, while another track
Floyd | continues through the fens to the west.  To the southeast, the road
Floyd | heads back through the moors toward the village.  To the northwest the
Floyd | way becomes drier and the terrain begins to rise - the path in that
Floyd | direction leads up the side of a low hill.  There's a tall signpost
Floyd | here.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Sitting on top of the signpost is a raven, preening its feathers.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The signpost has three signs.  One points northwest and reads "Gloomfen
Floyd | Castle."  The second points southeast and reads "Gloomfen Village."
Floyd | The third points west and reads "Deadly Moors - Be careful!"  There's a
Floyd | large raven sitting atop the post.  It eyes you suspiciously.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It's a large black raven, a bird of ill-omen.  It gives you the chills,
Floyd | but appears to be quite harmless.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Surely, you can't think the raven knows anything about it!
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Please refer to your manual and/or README file for the proper syntax to
Floyd | use when talking to people or objects.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Surely, you can't think the raven knows anything about it!
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Touching the raven doesn't seem to have any effect.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Moor Clearing
Floyd |
Floyd |    The road from town ends here in a clearing, a dry spot in the
Floyd | endless bogs and moors.  To the north you can see a rocky hill, atop
Floyd | which is a dark stone castle shrouded in mist.  The only safe path
Floyd | through the bogs leads east, back toward the crossroads.  A faded Gypsy
Floyd | tent sewn from once-bright colorful cloth stands to the west, its flap
Floyd | open.  Stuck in the ground near the tent is a wooden sign.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "Madame Hulga's - Enter if you seek Truth"
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | File to save game in >
Floyd | Saved.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Inside Tent
Floyd |
Floyd |    Moonlight filters through the thin cloth, bathing the dim interior
Floyd | of the tent in subtle shades of blue, green, and red.  The interior of
Floyd | the tent is empty save for a low table.  The exit is to the east.
Floyd |
Floyd |    There's a wizened old woman here, pacing the tent and muttering to
Floyd | herself.  She looks up as you enter, and frowns.  "Well?  What do you
Floyd | want?"
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "fortune".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "truth".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "Yes, I do readings," the old crone says.  "But first you must pay me."
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "smile".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "I know nothing of that," the old woman says.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "I know nothing of that," the old woman says.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "I know nothing of that," the old woman says.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "I know nothing of that," the old woman says.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "gypsies".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "coupon".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "I know nothing of that," the old woman says.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You have a wooden stake and a shovel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Moor Clearing
Floyd |
Floyd |    The road from town ends here in a clearing, a dry spot in the
Floyd | endless bogs and moors.  To the north you can see a rocky hill, atop
Floyd | which is a dark stone castle shrouded in mist.  The only safe path
Floyd | through the bogs leads east, back toward the crossroads.  A faded Gypsy
Floyd | tent sewn from once-bright colorful cloth stands to the west, its flap
Floyd | open.  Stuck in the ground near the tent is a wooden sign.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Moor Crossroads
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing at a fork in the path through the moors.  To the
Floyd | east a short path slopes down to the river, while another track
Floyd | continues through the fens to the west.  To the southeast, the road
Floyd | heads back through the moors toward the village.  To the northwest the
Floyd | way becomes drier and the terrain begins to rise - the path in that
Floyd | direction leads up the side of a low hill.  There's a tall signpost
Floyd | here.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Sitting on top of the signpost is a raven, preening its feathers.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Rocky Trail
Floyd |
Floyd |    The terrain is rockier here than further down toward the village,
Floyd | and the land slopes gently upward to the north.  Further north, up a
Floyd | mountain, you see the stark stone towers of Castle Gloomfen, the
Floyd | ancestral home of the Von Rhistoven family.  The trail runs from the
Floyd | north to the southeast.  Other directions appear too rocky for easy
Floyd | travel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Edge of Gorge
Floyd |
Floyd |    You're standing on the edge of a rocky gorge, which is to the north.
Floyd | The bottom is lost somewhere deep in the mists, but far below, you can
Floyd | hear water crashing on the rocks.  The trail ends at the edge of the
Floyd | gorge.  A thick rope spans the chasm, vanishing into the swirling fog.
Floyd | The trail leads back down the hill to the south.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You put one foot on the rope, but it's just too slippery.  If you try
Floyd | to cross you'll plunge to your death.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Rocky Trail
Floyd |
Floyd |    The terrain is rockier here than further down toward the village,
Floyd | and the land slopes gently upward to the north.  Further north, up a
Floyd | mountain, you see the stark stone towers of Castle Gloomfen, the
Floyd | ancestral home of the Von Rhistoven family.  The trail runs from the
Floyd | north to the southeast.  Other directions appear too rocky for easy
Floyd | travel.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Moor Crossroads
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing at a fork in the path through the moors.  To the
Floyd | east a short path slopes down to the river, while another track
Floyd | continues through the fens to the west.  To the southeast, the road
Floyd | heads back through the moors toward the village.  To the northwest the
Floyd | way becomes drier and the terrain begins to rise - the path in that
Floyd | direction leads up the side of a low hill.  There's a tall signpost
Floyd | here.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Sitting on top of the signpost is a raven, preening its feathers.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | River Bank
Floyd |
Floyd |    You're standing on the bank of a slow muddy river.  There's nothing
Floyd | but more bogs and swamp on the other side.  A dank mist drifts low
Floyd | across the rolling waters, dancing across the rippling rapids and
Floyd | lightly caressing the riverbank. The ground is muddy and soft here;
Floyd | your feet sink into the black earth.  Reeds wave gently in the cool
Floyd | night breeze.  A winding path leads across solid ground back to the
Floyd | west.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The dying reeds bend gently in the chilling breezes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't have the reeds.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The river water is muddy and foul, and smells of decay and death.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't swim.  Besides, you should know that vampires can't cross
Floyd | running water.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You can't go that way.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Moor Crossroads
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing at a fork in the path through the moors.  To the
Floyd | east a short path slopes down to the river, while another track
Floyd | continues through the fens to the west.  To the southeast, the road
Floyd | heads back through the moors toward the village.  To the northwest the
Floyd | way becomes drier and the terrain begins to rise - the path in that
Floyd | direction leads up the side of a low hill.  There's a tall signpost
Floyd | here.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Sitting on top of the signpost is a raven, preening its feathers.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | River Bank
Floyd |
Floyd |    You're standing on the bank of a slow muddy river.  There's nothing
Floyd | but more bogs and swamp on the other side.  A dank mist drifts low
Floyd | across the rolling waters, dancing across the rippling rapids and
Floyd | lightly caressing the riverbank. The ground is muddy and soft here;
Floyd | your feet sink into the black earth.  Reeds wave gently in the cool
Floyd | night breeze.  A winding path leads across solid ground back to the
Floyd | west.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Moor Crossroads
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing at a fork in the path through the moors.  To the
Floyd | east a short path slopes down to the river, while another track
Floyd | continues through the fens to the west.  To the southeast, the road
Floyd | heads back through the moors toward the village.  To the northwest the
Floyd | way becomes drier and the terrain begins to rise - the path in that
Floyd | direction leads up the side of a low hill.  There's a tall signpost
Floyd | here.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Sitting on top of the signpost is a raven, preening its feathers.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Moor Path
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are walking along a lightly-travelled path that wends its way
Floyd | through the dark, misty moors of Rylvania.  The trail curves here,
Floyd | continuing to the southwest and the northwest.  The rain is picking up
Floyd | now, and the thunder and lightning are getting closer.  South of here
Floyd | is the church graveyard, covered with a blanket of fog and mist.  To
Floyd | the north, you hear the sounds of rushing water, but I wouldn't stray
Floyd | from the path if I were you - the bogs are deadly.  The village is back
Floyd | to the southwest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road East
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are near the eastern outskirts of the village.  To the south is
Floyd | a stately old church, weathered and in a state of disrepair.  The
Floyd | entrance to the church stands open.  To the north a narrow track runs
Floyd | along the side of the small wooden building you passed to the west.
Floyd | The road continues west and also runs northeast, out of town and
Floyd | through the moors.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The night is alive now; you can't believe you didn't notice before
Floyd | how bright the stars were, how the shadows on the ground contrast
Floyd | sharply with the bright village lights around you.  Your senses are at
Floyd | a peak, and you feel flushed with dark purpose.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The smell of hot blood beckons you to the north.  You can almost
Floyd | sense the man's thoughts - and they're not thoughts that you're happy
Floyd | to share.  Whoever lurks to the north has a sinister motive; he's a
Floyd | thief, and he's killed before himself.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Alleyway
Floyd |
Floyd |    You're standing next to a small wooden building to the west.
Floyd | There's a small window on this side, but otherwise the building's wall
Floyd | is featureless and uninteresting.  To the north and northeast are
Floyd | impassable moors and swamps, and to the south is the main road.  The
Floyd | alley is littered with trash and debris.
Floyd |
Floyd |    A sinister-looking man is lurking near the window, fiddling with the
Floyd | shutters.  He glances in your direction as you approach, his eyes
Floyd | narrowing, trying to spot you in the gloom.  "Who's there?"  he
Floyd | whispers.  When you fail to respond, he turns back to the closed
Floyd | window, trying to see how it opens.  You can taste his hot blood,
Floyd | drifting to your newly-sensitive nostrils on the brisk winds that blow
Floyd | off the moors.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Time passes...
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "watch".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |    Emerging from the shadows, you pounce on the hapless thief.  He
Floyd | cries out only once - and then, your teeth find his neck.  Slowly,
Floyd | savoring the warm flavors, you lap the blood from the gaping wound.
Floyd | The thief begins to grow limp in your grasp, his face pale.  Suddenly,
Floyd | with a last burst of strength, he tears away from your grasp and runs
Floyd | out onto the moors, screaming.  Your prey has escaped, but the
Floyd | all-consuming hunger tearing your guts is sated - for the moment.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The window's shutters are closed.  You can't see a thing.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road East
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are near the eastern outskirts of the village.  To the south is
Floyd | a stately old church, weathered and in a state of disrepair.  The
Floyd | entrance to the church stands open.  To the north a narrow track runs
Floyd | along the side of the small wooden building you passed to the west.
Floyd | The road continues west and also runs northeast, out of town and
Floyd | through the moors.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road West
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are walking on a road through the center of the village.  The
Floyd | street is quiet and empty; most of the local populace has already
Floyd | turned in for the night.  Silence weighs heavily on the town, and the
Floyd | air is cold and leaden.  To the north is a small square wooden
Floyd | building.  The door to the building is closed.  To the south is an open
Floyd | field.  The road continues to the east and west, and a branch runs
Floyd | southwest as well - toward the black forest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The door is closed.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | What do you want to knock on?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Nothing happens.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The building is just north of the road.  It looks like an office of
Floyd | some kind.  Like most of the buildings in the village, it's made of
Floyd | wood with a fieldstone foundation.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It seems to be latched from the other side.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road West
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are walking on a road through the center of the village.  The
Floyd | street is quiet and empty; most of the local populace has already
Floyd | turned in for the night.  Silence weighs heavily on the town, and the
Floyd | air is cold and leaden.  To the north is a small square wooden
Floyd | building.  The door to the building is closed.  To the south is an open
Floyd | field.  The road continues to the east and west, and a branch runs
Floyd | southwest as well - toward the black forest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Outside Inn
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing outside a wooden inn at the west end of a small
Floyd | Rylvanian village.  Flickering light streams from an open window, and a
Floyd | sign hangs above the doorway.  The inn has seen better days - it's
Floyd | run-down and falling apart, and could use a good coat of paint.  A path
Floyd | runs south, out of town, and more buildings are down the street to the
Floyd | east.  To the west is more of the black forest.  The inn is to the
Floyd | north.
Floyd |
Floyd |    With heightened senses, you hear the townsfolk muttering inside the
Floyd | inn.  You sense their fear, their terror of the creatures they believe
Floyd | stalk the night.  The smell of their blood, hot and sweet, drifts on
Floyd | the cool night breezes.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Everything is new and fresh.  The fluttering light from inside the
Floyd | inn seems to dance with a new intensity.  Though it's clear you
Floyd | wouldn't be able to see in total darkness, your vision is sharper than
Floyd | it's ever been.  New sensations scream for attention, and every pore in
Floyd | your body is tingling.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Black Forest
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are lost among the twisted, gnarled trees of the black forest.
Floyd | The trees close in around you and the air is damp and cold.  Somewhere
Floyd | off in the distance a lone wolf howls.  Owls hoot, and a faint
Floyd | scrabbling under the leaves hints of tiny creatures of the night,
Floyd | searching for food.  You can travel in almost all directions.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The woods seem to call your name; your heart is racing.  You can
Floyd | sense life all around you - the quiet stalking of predators, the
Floyd | mindless fear of the prey, even the gentle grace of dying trees.
Floyd | Scents wash over you, and your nostrils flare involuntarily.  Even
Floyd | though your sharpened vision tells you the trees are dying, no forest
Floyd | has ever seemed so alive.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know how to read the trees.
Floyd |
Floyd |    Without warning, a lone wolf appears from the trees and meets your
Floyd | gaze with yellow eyes.  Strangely you feel no fear - only a strange
Floyd | mastery over the creature.  You can even hear the beast's thoughts - "I
Floyd | serve you."  Before you can find a way to respond, the wolf melts away
Floyd | into the dark wood.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "hug".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "come".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't see any wolf here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't see any wolf here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "call".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "summon".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | AIIIEEEYYYEEE!
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | File to save game in >
Floyd | Saved.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Black Forest
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are lost among the twisted, gnarled trees of the black forest.
Floyd | The trees close in around you and the air is damp and cold.  Somewhere
Floyd | off in the distance a lone wolf howls.  Owls hoot, and a faint
Floyd | scrabbling under the leaves hints of tiny creatures of the night,
Floyd | searching for food.  You can travel in almost all directions.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The woods seem to call your name; your heart is racing.  You can
Floyd | sense life all around you - the quiet stalking of predators, the
Floyd | mindless fear of the prey, even the gentle grace of dying trees.
Floyd | Scents wash over you, and your nostrils flare involuntarily.  Even
Floyd | though your sharpened vision tells you the trees are dying, no forest
Floyd | has ever seemed so alive.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | You hear nothing unusual.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Black Forest
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are lost among the twisted, gnarled trees of the black forest.
Floyd | The trees close in around you and the air is damp and cold.  Somewhere
Floyd | off in the distance a lone wolf howls.  Owls hoot, and a faint
Floyd | scrabbling under the leaves hints of tiny creatures of the night,
Floyd | searching for food.  You can travel in almost all directions.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The woods seem to call your name; your heart is racing.  You can
Floyd | sense life all around you - the quiet stalking of predators, the
Floyd | mindless fear of the prey, even the gentle grace of dying trees.
Floyd | Scents wash over you, and your nostrils flare involuntarily.  Even
Floyd | though your sharpened vision tells you the trees are dying, no forest
Floyd | has ever seemed so alive.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The black forest seems to close in around you.  For a moment, you feel
Floyd | like you're being watched - and then, the feeling passes.  The trees
Floyd | themselves are mostly twisted oaks, dying and shriveled in the dark
Floyd | autumn air.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The limbs of the trees are too dead for you to safely climb them.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know how to read the trees.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Black Forest
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are lost among the twisted, gnarled trees of the black forest.
Floyd | The trees close in around you and the air is damp and cold.  Somewhere
Floyd | off in the distance a lone wolf howls.  Owls hoot, and a faint
Floyd | scrabbling under the leaves hints of tiny creatures of the night,
Floyd | searching for food.  You can travel in almost all directions.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The woods seem to call your name; your heart is racing.  You can
Floyd | sense life all around you - the quiet stalking of predators, the
Floyd | mindless fear of the prey, even the gentle grace of dying trees.
Floyd | Scents wash over you, and your nostrils flare involuntarily.  Even
Floyd | though your sharpened vision tells you the trees are dying, no forest
Floyd | has ever seemed so alive.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | What do you want to smell?
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The air is cold and damp, with a faint moldy smell.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | It smells like what you'd expect a trees to smell like.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't see any leaves here.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Black Forest
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are lost among the twisted, gnarled trees of the black forest.
Floyd | The trees close in around you and the air is damp and cold.  Somewhere
Floyd | off in the distance a lone wolf howls.  Owls hoot, and a faint
Floyd | scrabbling under the leaves hints of tiny creatures of the night,
Floyd | searching for food.  You can travel in almost all directions.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The woods seem to call your name; your heart is racing.  You can
Floyd | sense life all around you - the quiet stalking of predators, the
Floyd | mindless fear of the prey, even the gentle grace of dying trees.
Floyd | Scents wash over you, and your nostrils flare involuntarily.  Even
Floyd | though your sharpened vision tells you the trees are dying, no forest
Floyd | has ever seemed so alive.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Black Forest
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are lost among the twisted, gnarled trees of the black forest.
Floyd | The trees close in around you and the air is damp and cold.  Somewhere
Floyd | off in the distance a lone wolf howls.  Owls hoot, and a faint
Floyd | scrabbling under the leaves hints of tiny creatures of the night,
Floyd | searching for food.  You can travel in almost all directions.
Floyd |
Floyd |    The woods seem to call your name; your heart is racing.  You can
Floyd | sense life all around you - the quiet stalking of predators, the
Floyd | mindless fear of the prey, even the gentle grace of dying trees.
Floyd | Scents wash over you, and your nostrils flare involuntarily.  Even
Floyd | though your sharpened vision tells you the trees are dying, no forest
Floyd | has ever seemed so alive.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Outside Inn
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing outside a wooden inn at the west end of a small
Floyd | Rylvanian village.  Flickering light streams from an open window, and a
Floyd | sign hangs above the doorway.  The inn has seen better days - it's
Floyd | run-down and falling apart, and could use a good coat of paint.  A path
Floyd | runs south, out of town, and more buildings are down the street to the
Floyd | east.  To the west is more of the black forest.  The inn is to the
Floyd | north.
Floyd |
Floyd |    With heightened senses, you hear the townsfolk muttering inside the
Floyd | inn.  You sense their fear, their terror of the creatures they believe
Floyd | stalk the night.  The smell of their blood, hot and sweet, drifts on
Floyd | the cool night breezes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Path Fork
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing at a fork in the path, just outside a village.  To
Floyd | the west the trees thin out slightly, while to the east they disappear
Floyd | entirely, becoming an impassable swamp.  Branches of the path run north
Floyd | and northeast.  To the north you can see several buildings.  The track
Floyd | runs south as well, back into the forest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road West
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are walking on a road through the center of the village.  The
Floyd | street is quiet and empty; most of the local populace has already
Floyd | turned in for the night.  Silence weighs heavily on the town, and the
Floyd | air is cold and leaden.  To the north is a small square wooden
Floyd | building.  The door to the building is closed.  To the south is an open
Floyd | field.  The road continues to the east and west, and a branch runs
Floyd | southwest as well - toward the black forest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Open Field
Floyd |
Floyd |    You're standing on a knoll, an open field a bit higher than the
Floyd | surrounding terrain.  Tall grasses gently sway in the cool night
Floyd | breezes.  Below you to the north you see the winking lights of Gloomfen
Floyd | Village and far in the distance, up a rocky mist-shrouded mountain, you
Floyd | can just make out a sinister-looking stone castle.  To the south and
Floyd | west are the black Rylvanian forests.  To the east is a crumbling stone
Floyd | church and - perhaps a half-mile away - a winding river.  The only
Floyd | clear track leads north, back down to the village.
Floyd |
Floyd |    There's a ragged old man lying on the ground.  He looks up at you
Floyd | through bleary eyes.  "Charity for a poor fellow, kind sir?"  he
Floyd | wheezes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The old man is obviously a derelict, and is even more obviously
Floyd | extremely drunk.  He's dressed in rags and lies on the ground, mumbling
Floyd | to himself.  He looks up at you through bleary eyes.  "Need four," he
Floyd | gasps.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "How should I know?"  the old man cries.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | "How should I know?"  the old man cries.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | I don't know the word "booze".
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | The old man lights up.  "Wine, you say?  Give it to me!"
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Village Road West
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are walking on a road through the center of the village.  The
Floyd | street is quiet and empty; most of the local populace has already
Floyd | turned in for the night.  Silence weighs heavily on the town, and the
Floyd | air is cold and leaden.  To the north is a small square wooden
Floyd | building.  The door to the building is closed.  To the south is an open
Floyd | field.  The road continues to the east and west, and a branch runs
Floyd | southwest as well - toward the black forest.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | Outside Inn
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing outside a wooden inn at the west end of a small
Floyd | Rylvanian village.  Flickering light streams from an open window, and a
Floyd | sign hangs above the doorway.  The inn has seen better days - it's
Floyd | run-down and falling apart, and could use a good coat of paint.  A path
Floyd | runs south, out of town, and more buildings are down the street to the
Floyd | east.  To the west is more of the black forest.  The inn is to the
Floyd | north.
Floyd |
Floyd |    With heightened senses, you hear the townsfolk muttering inside the
Floyd | inn.  You sense their fear, their terror of the creatures they believe
Floyd | stalk the night.  The smell of their blood, hot and sweet, drifts on
Floyd | the cool night breezes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd |
Floyd |    A group of bar patrons spring to their feet as you enter the
Floyd | Rylvanian inn.  "My God!"  one shouts.  "The one we buried the other
Floyd | day, back from the grave!" The patrons leap to their feet, their faces
Floyd | masks of fear.  They leap for you and throw you to the ground, shouting
Floyd | and cursing, holding crosses in your face.  You throw one off, then a
Floyd | second, but four still hold you, just barely able to keep you
Floyd | restrained.  One raises a wooden stake above your heart and brings it
Floyd | down, touching your chest.  Another grasps a hammer -
Floyd |
Floyd | *** You have perished ***
Floyd |
Floyd | In a total of 179 turns, you have achieved a score of 16 points out of
Floyd | a possible 301.
Floyd |
Floyd | This means you're an adventure game novice.
Floyd |
Floyd | You may restore a saved game, start over, or quit.
Floyd | Please enter RESTORE, RESTART, UNDO, or QUIT:  >

Floyd | (Undoing one command)
Floyd |
Floyd | Outside Inn
Floyd |
Floyd |    You are standing outside a wooden inn at the west end of a small
Floyd | Rylvanian village.  Flickering light streams from an open window, and a
Floyd | sign hangs above the doorway.  The inn has seen better days - it's
Floyd | run-down and falling apart, and could use a good coat of paint.  A path
Floyd | runs south, out of town, and more buildings are down the street to the
Floyd | east.  To the west is more of the black forest.  The inn is to the
Floyd | north.
Floyd |
Floyd |    With heightened senses, you hear the townsfolk muttering inside the
Floyd | inn.  You sense their fear, their terror of the creatures they believe
Floyd | stalk the night.  The smell of their blood, hot and sweet, drifts on
Floyd | the cool night breezes.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | File to save game in >

Floyd | Saved.
Floyd |
Floyd | >

Floyd | In a total of 179 turns, you have achieved a score of 16 points out of
Floyd | a possible 301.
Floyd |
Floyd | This means you're an adventure game novice.
Floyd |
Floyd | Do you really want to quit?  (YES or NO) >

Floyd |
Floyd |
Floyd | Bye!  Thank you for playing The Horror of Rylvania!