1370h, 761m ceilxy(-) The Plaman is lashed painfully by an arc of crackling light.

1370h, 761m ceilxy(-) The Plaman has just departed.

1370h, 761m ceilx(-) splash potion79396 at plaman 1370h, 761m ceilx(-) You cannot see The Plaman here. 1370h, 761m ceilx(-) ls portal plaman enter portal jab plaman

You peer deep into the orb of your lore-stave and conjur an image of The

Plaman. You cross your stave over the ground and lo! A portal projects forth

into the distance.

1370h, 711m cilx(-) You enter the portal, which seems to vaporise behind you as you pass through its enchanted gateway. A glowing rune staff is the last thing to catch your attention.

Chamber of Chaos. About you all is bathed in light. Dark Horse Tyrion is here. He wields a copper longsword. The Plaman is here, having fallen unconscious. He wields a silver knife. Sir Lancelot, the Bemused is here, surrounded by an aura of

protection. He wields a deep red sword. A golden eagle proudly bears him. A copper framed mirror is fixed to the wall here. A lesser war-horse, worthy combat horse, trots about nearby. There are three flint stones here. There are four mystical unicorn

s here. There are eighteen turquoise potions here. An ethereal mist hangs in the air about Dark Horse Tyrion. A tambourine catches your eye, resting on the ground. A shimmering gateway of the spirit world hovers in mid-air nearby.

You cannot spot any exits!

1370h, 711m cilx(-) The Plaman is surrounded by an aura of divine splendour; you cannot attack. 1370h, 711m cilx(-) The shimmering gateway melts away.

1370h, 711m ceilx(-) The Plaman spits a tight ball of phlegm onto the ground.

1370h, 711m ceilx(-) The Plaman's grip tightens, your eyes bulge from their sockets. 1045h, 711m ceilx(-) Sir Lancelot says, \"Oi\". Your rune-bug picks up words; Sir Lancelot says, \"Oi\". 1075h, 711m ceilx(-) The Plaman draws himself up to his full h

eight. 1105h, 711m ceilx(-) The Plaman's grip tightens, your eyes bulge from their sockets. 780h, 657m ceilx(-) Sir Lancelot says, \"Not in here\".

Your rune-bug picks up words; Sir Lancelot says, \"Not in here\". 780h, 657m ceilx(-) ls portal zenichiro enter portal Sir Lancelot prods The Plaman.

Written by my hand on the 7th of Agamnion, in the year 1061.