Your quest for the Seven Lost Jewels of Nimnul has brought you to
a path,deep within a dark forest. The path goes north and south
from here.You see a small box half-buried beneath a pile of leaves.
>TAKE THE BOX
Succumbing to the thieving instinct that drives adventurers such
as yourself to steal anything that isn't tied down, you take the
You open the box. Inside is a small scrap of paper.
Most of the writing is illegible, but you can make out the following
words: "When thou wisheth to cause something to lose dimension,
utter the ancient word 'Twerplotz' Contrariwise, if thou desireth
to cause a thing to become enlarged, then shalt thou say 'Blimpsnarf.'"
You come to a clearing in the woods. A path leads to the south,
and the way to the east is blocked by a thick hedge of thorns. There
is a woodsman here, roasting a deer over a huge fire. You haven't
eaten all day, and the hunk of meat he holds in his hand looks particularly
>ASK WOODSMAN FOR MEAT
"Well now," says the woodsman. "There's enuf 'ere
for two, but me father told me never to give up sump'n for nut'n.
'Ave ye got anything to offer?"
You are wearing an expensive cloak that is fastened at your neck
with a copper pin.
You are carrying a sword, a small box, and an incredibly battered
brass lantern that is so banged up from past adventures that it's
a miracle it gives off any light at all.
>TRADE BOX FOR MEAT
You give the box to the woodsman and he gives you the meat. You
wolf it down and your hunger disappears.
"No need for thanks," the woodsman says, holding up the
box. "It's a fair enough trade."
You wave a jaunty farewell to the woodsman, turn, and walk face-first
into the hedge, impaling yourself on the thorns. You pry yourself
free and do a quick impression of a sieve leaking blood, then fall
to the greensward, dead.
***** You have died. *****
[Do you wish to RESTART, RESTORE, UNDO, QUIT, or get a HINT?]
>CUT HEDGE WITH SWORD
You hack away at the hedge with your sword. For every branch you
chop off, two grow back in its place. The woodsman chuckles knowingly.
>ASK WOODSMAN ABOUT HEDGE
"Oh, that there's an enchanted 'edge, that one is. On t'other
side is a beautiful girl locked up in a tower. Legend 'as it that
once a year - at the stroke of midnight on St. Winget's day - an
'ole opens up in the 'edge." He pulls his Old Woodsman's Almanac
out of his back pocket and consults it. Then he licks his finger,
holds it up to the wind, ponders a moment, and continues, "As
luck would have it, today 'appens to be St. Winget's day."
>WOODSMAN, TELL ME ABOUT THE GIRL
"A lovelier lass never breathed. They say 'er skin is fair
as heifer's milk, 'er neck is graceful as a swan's, an' she's lively
as a young colt. Mind you, I've never seen 'er, but if I was twenty
years younger, I wouldn't mind 'aving a go at 'er meself."
>WAIT FOR MIDNIGHT
In the distance you hear the sound of a church bell striking the
hour. As you idly wonder if the hour ever strikes back, a hole opens
up in the hedge leading to the east.
You are too big to fit through the hole.
You shrink to half your original size.
You walk through the tunnel and emerge into daylight on the other
side. There is a perfectly round tower here that has no doors or
other openings, except for one tiny window at the very top. To the
north is a large tree with a huge trunk.
The walls are to smooth to climb.
>HIDE BEHIND TREE
Meadow, behind the tree
You walk behind the tree and peer around the trunk at the tower.
Suddenly an old crone comes up to the base of the tower and cries,
"Grizlbut, let down thy hair." Moments later, a mass of
golden hair cascades out of the window. The witch climbs up the
hair and disappears into the tower.
[Do you want to continue waiting?]
After a while, the crone emerges from the window, climbs down the
hair and disappears into the forest. The hair retreats into the
You step out from behind the tree.
>GRIZLBUT, LET DOWN THY HAIR
A clump of hair falls from the window above, hitting you squarely
on the head and knocking you unconscious. After a few moments, you
recover and stagger groggily to your feet.
[You don't need to use the word har.]
Ignoring the shrieks and cries of pain from above, you climb up
the side of the tower. Climbing through the window, you discover
to your dismay that the legend got the animals right, but the particulars
wrong. The girl has the face of a horse, the figure of a cow, and
the voice of an enraged swan. She looks at you as she hauls in her
hair and squawks, "You're awfully small to be going around
Poof! You regain your original size.
The girl smiles at you demurely, bats her one eyelash, and rasps,
You are in a small room at the top of a tall tower. The only escape
lies through the window to the west or the locked door to the east.
Imbedded in the doorknob is one of the Seven Lost Jewels of Nimnul.
You tug at the jewel, but it refuses to budge.
The door is locked.
The girl strokes her moustache meditatively and brays, "The
witch who imprisoned me here told me that the door would open only
if I would speak aloud the answer to the following riddle: Forward
I'm heavy, backward I'm not. What am I?"
The door springs open, and the jewel pops out into your hand.
[Your score just went up by 5 points.]
"Darling!" the girl honks. "I'm yours!" She
leaps into your arms. You stagger backward under the tremendous
weight and crash into the wall.
The girl thuds to the floor and everything else in the room jumps.
She wraps herself around your leg and beseeches you to take her
Dragging Grizlbut behind you like a ball and chain, you leave the
room to explore the rest of the tower.