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'You bring message from Lorkon Ironheart, yes? He will help us, yes? Send many warriors, yes?' says the stumpy little creature, excitedly. You try to stall for time but your inability to answer his questions makes him suspicious. You catch the word 'chaos' and 'wereling' on the quiet undertone of twitterings that pass between the others, and notice that they are becoming increasingly agitated. Repeatedly the leader asks you for information until, in a fit of rage, he denounces you as an imposter. You have barely time enough to unsheathe a hand weapon as the Ookor rush forward and attack you with their spears.

Ookor: COMBAT SKILL 21 ENDURANCE 45

If you win the combat, turn to 203.

Text copyright © 1987 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1987 Brian Williams.