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FILE HCASTLE.NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
You suddenly hear the clinking and clanking of metal. Drawing your weapon,
you wait as the sound gets closer. Eventually, you spot a man in a fancy
full-plate suit of armour. On his breast plate are the scales of justice.
He notices you immediately and quickly sizes you up. Then he draws his
two-handed sword and starts towards you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
The armoured man lifts the front of his helmet for a moment and says,
"Can you not read? There is to be no modern items brought here. You must be
just looking for trouble. Well, you've found it."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The knight makes some great parrying and eventually plunges his sword in
to your stomach with a swift, sure lunge. The pain is horrible, but worse
when he starts twisting the sword. He pulls it out and you fall to the ground
watching your blood pour from this fatal wound. Then the knight lands a final
blow driving his great sword through your back. Instantly the lights go out.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The knight's armour is really restricting. He just can't manouver well
enough to land good strikes and avoid hits. Finally he takes too many hits
and falls on to his back, close to death. He's dieing slowly as you look him
over, but you change that in a hurry with a couple of more hits.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Justice Knight
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 50
MEL 60
RAN 20
DEX 15
STA 50
CHA 45
MONEY 12
BOUNTY 40
WEAPON1 HWEAPONR.TXT TwoHanded Sword
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Full-Plate Suit
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
"Stand still and raise your hands!" You hear a voice behind you and turn
around. An average sized man in chain mail is standing with a crossbow trained
on you. After a moment, he yells out again. "I said get your hands up!"
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"By your garb, you're clearly not from around here," the man with the
Crossbow says. "We don't allow anyone to enter our place here with modern
tools. Failure to follow this rule means death. Stay out of our area and
you'll stay alive."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
He's really quite good with that Crossbow. Bolt after bolt sinks into you.
After the first couple, you thought you could take the pain. You were very
mistaken. Soon the pain is too much and you black out.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The Crossbowman is quick but not nearly quick enough. A few good shots
make him crumple to the ground. After crying out in pain and thrashng around
a bit, he eventually slows and dies.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Crossbowman
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 30
MEL 20
RAN 65
DEX 40
STA 38
CHA 43
MONEY 4
BOUNTY 35
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Crossbow
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Partial Chain
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
You suddenly hear two swords being drawn. Spinning around, you see a man
in medieval style studded leather armour holding two swords, one in each hand.
He looks at you and snarles.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Think you can take me?" he asks. "I eat exterminators for breakfast.
You wandered into the wrong part of town. Maybe next time you'll know better."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The Ranger is all over you. He's especially fast and the swords cut into
you from all sides. Soon the pain is just too much for you, you're bleeding
from a dozen wounds. You collapse to the ground and the Ranger plunges both
swords into your dieing body.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The Ranger's good with his swords, but not good enough. You land a couple
of great hits dropping the Ranger to his knees in pain. One more final hit
and it's lights out. His body topples, lifeless to the ground.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Ranger
LEVEL 4
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 40
MEL 54
RAN 28
DEX 49
STA 42
CHA 40
MONEY 3
BOUNTY 41
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Long Sword
WEAPON2 HWEAPONS.TXT Bastard Sword
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Studded Leather
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
A big man in dented and well-used partial-plate armour jumps out in front
of you. He holds something in his hand and suddenly a glowing laser sword
leaps from it. "Oh, it's not from around here, but neither are you," the
armoured man says.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"I fight off you guys everyday, what makes you think you can take me if no
one else can?" he asks with attitude. "Just another notch for my hilt I
guess..."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The man-at-arms is a really experienced fighter. He skillfully dodges your
attacks and moves in with his own. Finally a strong hit with his laser sword
takes your left arm off just above the elbow. Screaming in pain you fall to
the ground slutching the bloody stump, but he isn't done, and just starts
cutting chunks out of you until you stop moving.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
A few good hits knock the man-at-arms on his back. He isn't dead yet, but
he can't get back up off his back. You quickly take advantage of the situation
and deliver a few point-blank hits finishing him off for good.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Man-at-Arms
LEVEL 4
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 37
MEL 48
RAN 22
DEX 44
STA 48
CHA 35
MONEY 13
BOUNTY 47
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Laser Sword
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Partial Plate
DISTANCE 20
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
At the far end of this area a man in a heavy black cloak walks slowly out
of the shadows. It's difficult to see him well at this distance, but it
doesn't look like he has any weapons. He just stands there staring intensely
at you. Suddenly you hear a voice. "Leave!" He still hasn't moved and the
voice didn't sound aloud. It was like it was directed into you head.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
As the cloaked man speaks, you hear the words loudly in your head, not
aloud. "I have no quarrel with you. Leave and live. Or stay and die.
The choice is yours..."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The magician doesn't lay a hand on you. He moves to avoid your attacks,
but never moves closer. His arms shoot out towards you and a burning, swelling
intense pain hits you. First in your arm, then your chest, now finally in your
head blacking you out and dropping you hard to the ground. The darkness saves
you from the pain the magician further inflicts upon you as you slowly die.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The magician, TK'er, or whatever he is, is no more. Your last hit knocked
him dead and unmoving to the ground, never to play those head games again.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Magician
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE tk_blast
POWERVAL 0
STR 27
MEL 22
RAN 23
DEX 42
STA 28
CHA 36
MONEY 4
BOUNTY 43
WEAPON1 none
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Black Cloak
DISTANCE 70
END_STATS
END_NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
A red-haired woman in a high-cut long black dress walks seductively out in
front of you. She's covered in thick make-up and very beautiful, but has
an evil look in her eyes. She carries a long pole with a large metal top on
it. Laughing, she turns her hand and aims it, whatever it is, towards you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"What a waste," the temptress says cockily. "Why do I always have to kill
the attractive ones? I do have to kill you though. Have no doubts. Of course
there's no hurry..."
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
This temptress is quite practiced with her staff. The laser piece on top
must have taken a long time to master, but master it she has. A few great
shots is all it takes to down you with little effort. She walks up to your
still body and drives her staff down on your face a couple of times finishing
you off.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
Her staff and whatever kind of field she has deflecting a few of your hits
just wasn't anough for her. The temptress lies dead and bleeding horribly at
your feet. Such a waste. She was quite beautiful.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Temptress
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX female
POWERTYPE tk_field
POWERVAL 0
STR 32
MEL 25
RAN 48
DEX 32
STA 32
CHA 76
MONEY 8
BOUNTY 47
WEAPON1 HWEAPONR.TXT Laser Staff
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 30
END_STATS
END_NPC