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FILE HPARK.NPC
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BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Off in the distance, you can hear the clinking and clanking of metal. You
draw your weapon and 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 by 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
//------
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
Out of a nearby tree, drops a thin man in a leather tunic. Instantly he
pulls out his bow and notches an arrow. He has it pointed at you as he looks
you over. "What business have you here? We want no trouble."
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Can't you all just leave us alone?" the Bowman asks. "We ask nothing of
you. We live completely on our own. What more do you want?"
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The Bow and Arrows are slow, but the Bowman makes every shot count. An
arrow tore through your arm, and a second later another hits you in the chest.
You fall to the ground in pain and another arrow slams home in your back.
It takes all your energy to just stand the pain. Soon even that energy is
gone and you black out.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
"Aigh!" The Bowman goes down, landing on and snapping his old bow. As he
passes on, he whispers, "Damn you all..." Moments later he lies still.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Bowman
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION neutral
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 25
MEL 25
RAN 65
DEX 85
STA 35
CHA 40
MONEY 7
BOUNTY 32
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT Bow and Arrows
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Leather Tunic
DISTANCE 60
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
An orc comes running out from behind some nearby bushes, screaming and
waving a club around. You've heard rumors about the viciousness of this
man-made species. They were created to fight close combat. Nothing more.
In second he's all over you.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Argh..." Animals don't talk, no pre-combat.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The orc gets a few really lucky hits in with his club. A great shot to the
back of your head knocks you out completely, but the orc keeps pounding your
body anyway, making sure you won't be getting back up.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The orc doesn't stand a chance against your modern weaponry. In seconds,
the whole thing is over. A few good hits drop the orc, and a final hit
enures he won't be bothering anyone ever again.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Orc
LEVEL 3
RACE animal
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 50
MEL 55
RAN 0
DEX 45
STA 40
CHA 15
MONEY 0
BOUNTY 26
WEAPON1 HWEAPONR.TXT Wooden Club
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR none
DISTANCE 20
END_STATS
END_NPC
//------
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
A man in partial combat armour dragging a dead body walks into view. When
he spots you watching him, he drops the body and holds up a gun at you.
"Hello there, exterminator," he says with surprising confidence. "We're not
going to have a problem here, are we? I'm just helping out."
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
"Just helping out, exterminator," he starts. "I'm just doing my part as an
upstanding member of our fine city to rid the place of these less desirable
elements. I especially like this forest here. Much less weaponry equals
much less resistance. Don't you agree?"
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The man is not a great shot but good enough. He's landed enough lead in
you to sink a boat. "I had no problem with you, exterminator," he says as you
collapse to the ground. "If you would have just left me alone, I would have
left you alone and everyone'd be going home for dinner tonight..." In a
moment, blackness consumes you as death rides in.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
"I wasn't hurting anyone but criminals!" the man yells out as he lies dieing
on the ground. "I was helping. Why exterminate me?!" He tries to say a few
more things but his death is too close, and he can't make out anything clearly.
After a moment, he stops trying and death soon claims him.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Opportunist
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION helpful
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 35
MEL 25
RAN 48
DEX 40
STA 37
CHA 44
MONEY 64
BOUNTY 45
WEAPON1 HWEAPONS.TXT .38 Special
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOUR.TXT Partial Combat
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
//------
BEGIN_NPC
BEGIN_DESCRIPTION
You spot a man walking directly at you. He's wearing some kind of red
ceremonial religious plate-mail and carries a heavy mace in his right hand.
He continues walking straight towards you, looking as nothing else. He's a
hugely muscular man and his eyes look very dark beneath his helmet.
END_DESCRIPTION
BEGIN_TALK_TEXT
You say a few words to the man as he approaches but get no response. The
man doesn't hurry, just walks slowly and surely towards you. Everything about
him gives you the creeps.
END_TALK_TEXT
BEGIN_WON_TEXT
The Cleric's smashing strikes with his mace are devastating. You're very
much bruised and bleeding, and your left arm is broken. A final swift and
deadly smash to the side of your head, takes you out. You're unconscious
before you even hit the ground.
END_WON_TEXT
BEGIN_LOST_TEXT
The Cleric is huge and strong, but slow. With little difficulty you land
so many shots he soon falls dead to the ground in a crumpled mass.
END_LOST_TEXT
BEGIN_STATS
NAME Evil Cleric
LEVEL 3
RACE human
CLASS criminal
REACTION combative
COMBATTYPE kamikaze
SEX male
POWERTYPE none
POWERVAL 0
STR 63
MEL 64
RAN 18
DEX 33
STA 57
CHA 32
MONEY 6
BOUNTY 38
WEAPON1 HWEAPONR.TXT Mace
WEAPON2 none
ARMOUR HARMOURR.TXT Religious Plate
DISTANCE 50
END_STATS
END_NPC