Blake was somewhere in the forest on an overgrown path. The trail led eastward. Tall shadowy trees lay on all sides. The trees had thinned out and Blake was at a clearing of dry grass and stunted vegetation. Tall conifers ringed this arid tract of landscape. Blake was perturbed to find himself lost in the wide expanses of the forest. Blake was standing on soft ground in a dark, rocky chamber.#A narrow subterranean passage led east. Blake found himself scrabbling on hands and knees through a low crawl which snaked eastwards. Blake was in a spectacular cavern of immense proportions. The walls were studded hapharzdly with fragments of some kind of phosphorescent crystal which bathed the chamber in an eerie blue light.#In the centre of the boulder strewn floor were stone steps leading to a circular dais. Blake stood precariously on a small, cracked, oval stone platform. Blake was on a circular stone platform. Blake was in yet another rocky cavern. Blake was in a splendid and magnificent throne room. Rich tapestries hung from the walls and exquisitely carved stone furnishings filled the room. Blake was on the outskirts of Little Zorning on an east/west road that ran through the village. Blake was travelling on the road that led through the village. Blake was at a crossroads. To the north stood an old church. To the south an inn and to the east a small shop. Blake was in the 'Shepherd's Crook' country inn. Blake was on the street outside the General Store. Blake was inside the shop. Shelves were stacked with all manner of goods and provisions. Blake was on the village road. A rough dirt track meandered south across a field to a farm. Blake was at Bramblefield Farm. An obnoxioius farm smell permeated the atmosphere. An exit led north through a field. Blake was in the Village Church. Blake was at a fork in the road. A gravel drive went northeast toward a building sited on a hilltop in the distance. Blake was on the road leading east out of the village. Blake was on a smooth gravel drive flanked by impressive fir trees. A wooden signpost read 'PRIVATE ROAD. NO TRESPASSERS'. The drive swept majestically toward a grand old english manor house.#p9+To the west a bench stood in a sheltered shady retreat formed from lattice-work covered with creepers. Blake stood inside a covered arbor. Blake peered up at the tall, decorative wrought iron entrance gates of Trenton Manor.#High walls topped with barbed wire encompassed the manor grounds. Blake was on a broad avenue. Elm and horse chestnut trees, planted at regular intervals, lined both sides of the road. Blake was at Trenton Manor. He was outside the large oak panelled front door which stood to the north.#The house was of red brick with particularly fine jointing and pointing, the dressings being of painted stone and stucco. Blake climbed steps to be on a parapet. It was supported by a row of balusters. Blake was in the conservatory. An ornate glass covered structure containing many plants and palm trees. Blake was on the Mount. A small, artificial grassy hill which added to the beauty of the grounds. Blake was at the eastern end of the garden on a crazy paved path which followed a line of stilted hedges. Blake was in an alley. Branches from surrounding trees arched over and interlaced giving the walk a cool, shady feel. Blake was at the edge of a large lake of blue, calm water.#To the east Blake espied a small rock island jutting from the centre of the lake. Blake was on a twisting path lined with a sepentine brick wall which was the southern boundary of the garden. Blake stood outside a belvedere lookout tower. Blake climbed stairs to be at the top of the tower. He had a breathtaking and commanding view of the surrounding countryside. Blake was at a scenic topiary. Trees and shrubs had been clipped into geometric shapes and fanciful designs. Blake entered the pavilion. A large garden 'palace' of mock tudor architecture. Blake was in front of the open gatehouse. It was also the guard's quarters. Blake was on a lawn. Blake was in a greenhouse corridor. A glass roofed walkway. Many rare plants and exotic climbing shrubs were housed here. Blake stood near a commemoration obelisk. Blake was inside a dovecot. It was a brick and stone built pigeon house. Blake was standing in a gazebo. It served as a garden store. Blake was in a folly. A sham building of unusual shape. Although highly decorative it served no purpose and was thus pretty useless. Blake was on a terrace. It was a level space between the house and garden. Blake was at the colonnade. A classical feature consisting of a row of marble columns. Blake was on another tree lined avenue. Blake was at the entrance to a small garden maze which could be entered from the north. Blake was in a hedge maze. Blake was next to an old fashioned sundial. Blake was outside the back door. Blake was in a rose covered pergola bordered by a trellis of interwoven wooden slats. Blake was in an alcove of statuary. Blake was by a well-head. An ornamental feature which sat upon a small well. Blake was in the knot garden. There were some rectangular flower beds here. Blake was by the fountain. Water sprayed upwards and cascaded into a small circular pool. Blake was on a verdant green lawn. Blake was inside a small, open arched Chinese Pagoda often used for sunbathing. Blake was in an area of urns and stone vases. An entry to a maze lay to the south. Blake was at the northwestern corner of the grounds. High boundary walls blocked further progress to the north and west. Blake was sitting in cramped surroundings in the rear of a mail delivery van. Blake was in a hedge maze. Blake was in a hedge maze. Blake was in a hedge maze. Blake was in a hedge maze. Blake was in a hedge maze. Blake was in a hedge maze. Blake was in a hedge maze. Blake was in a hedge maze. Blake was on a small rocky island upon which had been constructed an open Egyptian style temple.#It was supported by intricately carved columns and crowned with a domed roof. Blake stood in the interior of the temple. - *Blake was at the bottom of the well. He stood on dry parched earth. Blake was standing in a wide baroque hall. It was sparsely filled with seventeenth century high-backed chairs and a few pieces of English floral walnut marquetry furniture.#The staircase had a magnificent coffered ceiling with a central relief of Jupiter hurling thunderbolts down from heaven. Blake was in the dining room. The fireplace was of Caen stone and bore the crest of the Trenton family. The room had a handsome servery.#A beautiful Spode stoneware dinner service was laid out on a large rectangular oak table. A crystal chandelier hung from the centre of the ceiling. Blake was in the sitting room. A comfortable room with a plush red carpet and expensive white plasterwork. Blake was in the library. A tudor style room lined with panelling which was exquisitely carved. Blake was in a spacious kitchen. Floored with oak planks, it was well stocked and fitted with all necessary appliances and facilities for cooking. Blake was at the end of the impressively decorated Great Hall. Blake was in the games room. Blake was in small but adequate store room. Sacks, boxes and odds and ends were littered about and piled up the sides of its four walls. Blake was in the cramped and dismal priest-hole hideaway. A dank, musty secret room, its cold, plain stone walls were bedecked with dusty ancient cobwebs. Blake was in the music room. A bright and colourful room. Long velvet drapes hung from a wonderful stained glass arched window. Blake was on the upstairs landing next to a wooden bannister rail. A suit of armour was near the wall and stood facing the grand staircase which stretched down to the hallway. Blake was at east end of the upstairs landing. Blake was at the west end of the upstairs landing. Blake was in the bathroom. It was tiled in silver and emerald green and fitted with gold plated fixtures, giving the room an atmosphere of luxurious elegance. Blake was in the toilet. It had a fur-lined seat and a push button flush. Blake was in a white bedroom. The main feature was a four-poster bed. A small cupboard and a wardrobe were also in evidence. Blake was in Alice Trenton's bedroom. It was decorated in lavender and green. The room had been left untouched since she died - in accordance with her husband's wishes, so it had accumulated a fair amount of dust and grime over the passing years. Blake was in a guest bedroom. Blake was in a guest bedroom. Blake was in a small bedroom. Blake was in the maid's bedroom. It was neat and tidy and kept spotlessly clean. *Blake was in a dark basement. The sound of dripping water punctuated the brooding silence at regular intervals and echoed around the cement walls. The atmosphere was ominous and depressive.#An arched passageway lit by a single flaming torch meandered eastwards... *Blake was in a winding passage. To the east was an underground wine cellar. *Blake was in the wine cellar. Barrels, crates and racks of bottled wines filled most of the cellar. - - - inside of rucksack. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Blake had missed a golden opportunity to gain access to the Manor grounds. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The gun was loaded with the last remaining distress flare. The rope was thick, strong and about fifty feet long. The stones were arranged in a henge like pattern. The net was of the type commonly used by a lepidopterist. The sign read:#'WELCOME TO LITTLE ZORNING. Pop. 125'. The altar was a sacred place of worship. - The cross was an ancient holy relic. The beer was real ale. CAMRA approved. The staff made a fine walking stick! The pond didn't look too deep. It was a schoolgirl's hat.#On the inside a label read 'Property of Julia Cranbury, c/o Church cottage'. The compass was very useful! It was a red GPO mail van doing its daily rounds... The ashes were fine dusty particles. The rope was tied securely to the granite block. The shaft looked deep and dark. The dog was a scruffy mongrel. The door was constructed of solid metal and engraved with strange letters and symbols which Blake was unable to decipher... The lever was rusted with age. The block may have been used by the ancients for astronomical calculations. The egg sandwich looked quite appetizing. The spade was a useful digging implement. The old well looked deep and dry. It's handle was broken and the rope and bucket were not in sight. The notice was addressed to the guard. It read -#'Be alert. Patrol the grounds regularly. Admit no strangers. Vacate premises by 6pm. Wages will be sent by post.'#It was signed 'Mr. Ogcliffe'. The chair was old and battered and provided for the guard's use. The axe had a razor-sharp edge. The boat looked seaworthy. The boathook was a long wooden pole with a hook on the end. The bonfire smoked from its hot red cinders. The goblet was an ornate cup with a silver fastening lid. The log was a fair sized chunk of cedar wood. The grave was a mound of soft earth. The key, upon examination, proved to be engraved with the crest of the previous owner of the Manor.#It was of the door variety... The corpse was the decomposing remains of a recently killed man.#A business card identified the corpse as that of Amos Trenton, the former owner of the Manor! The lantern was made of glass. It was half full of oil. The stake was sharp and pointed. The stake would make a fine weapon, but it would only be wise to use it on a sleeping vampire! The font had been used for ceremonial purposes by a recently disbanded Order.#It contained crystal clear holy water. The rope dangled down the well. The cage was wire framed and had an entrance hole. The bones were human bones. Quite fresh! The note was scrawled in a hurried script.#'Help me! Mr. Ogcliffe is an infernal vampire! I saw him kill my Master, Amos Trenton with my own eyes..#He kills animals and villagers turning them into his creatures of the night. He has imprisoned me in an old priest-hole in the Library. I believe he intends me as his next victim.#The dove came in through a small vent high up the wall. I fear I have only till midnight. Please help me. Annie the maid. PS. The secret room...'#The rest was missing... The Little Zorning Gazette's main headline was -#'MYSTERY DISAPPEARANCE OF LOCAL GIRL'. If you are enjoying this adventure, why not write your own?#The Amos Creative Adventure Toolkit is available from-:#An outlet selling the Central Licenseware Register (CLR) Scheme titles. The disk number is CLU028. - The pot was a rose pot-pourri pomander. It was circular, about four inches in diameter. Small holes encircled the pot to allow the sweet smelling fragrance to waft out.#The contents of the pot sloshed about as Blake handled it... The scarecrow was supposed to be a fearsome sight to scavenger birds. The daffodil was bright and yellow. - The thistles were sharp and prickly. The grass was quite long. Obviously the gardener hadn't been doing his job properly! - The lawnmower was an old fashioned machine of the manual type. The shamrock was considered to be an omen of good fortune! The boomerang was once used as an aboriginal weapon. The magnet was a powerful lodestone. Quite attractive! The plaque was screwed to the base of the obelisk. It was inscribed -#'Dedicated to the memory of Alice Trenton'. The gloves were protective hand coverings. The petals were finest English rose petals of various varieties. The grid was a metal grating set in the drive to prevent cattle crossing. The tall bookcase filled the west wall and consisted of several shelves of musty and rare volumes. The framed portrait was a fine oil painting of the now deceased former owner, Amos Trenton, dressed in all of his finery, arm in arm with his beloved wife, Alice. The trophy was a deer's head mounted on the wall.#Curiously, one of its antlers pointed down to the floor... Inside the narrow alcove was a small panel of four square buttons in a row.#There was a red button, a green button, a yellow button and a blue button. The garland was made up of a variety of garden vegetables interspersed with cloves of garlic all knotted together to form an easy to carry ring.#Garlic was hated by vampires... The large crate was securely bonded. It lay on top of a trapdoor set in the floorboards.#It would take two persons at least to 'push' it out of the way... The wooden trapdoor provided entrance to the rooms below... The sarcophagus was Ogrivil's resting place and sanctuary. The clock was just furniture. Nothing special. The time was fast approaching midnight! The flask contained a purple potion. It was just what Blake had been searching for! The carpet was a multicoloured affair embroidered with Sufi mystical geometrical patterns.#It hung securely from the wall. The wall safe had a numerical dial bearing the numbers 0 to 9. The diary was a daily log kept by Alice Trenton. It was full of personal notes and remarks.#What interested Blake most was the number scribbled on the inside cover - '58970'. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The rucksack was a canvas bag with two arm straps. It was quite roomy. The guard's cupboard was not locked. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The lamp burned steadily with a warm glow. As Blake explored the clearing he realized that he had stumbled across an ancient megalithic site, similar to others which may be found dotted across the length and breadth of our country.#Although Blake was not what could be termed 'psychic', he was immediately impressed with sensations of great power emanating from the ring of large monolithic slabs... Blake scrutinized the stones very carefully and whilst examining a curious pyramid shaped block he heard a peculiar grating noise which caused him to turn about quickly.#He was startled to see one of the granite blocks slide forward some two feet, revealing an open shaft in the ground! When the initial shock had worn off, Blake concluded that his handling of the pyramid had somehow affected the block to move, but how this feat of mechanical engineering had been accomplished was not apparent. Nevertheless, Blake was excited with this discovery and resolved to investigate further... Suddenly the oblong slab shifted back into place, and, in doing so, severed the rope, which collapsed in a coil at Blake's feet.#The cavern became immersed in gloomy darkness! Questions formed in Blake's mind. Where was this place? Who built it?#Curiosity gained the better of fear and Blake was moved to find out more... Alas, the smooth metal door had no lock or handle and there was seemingly no means to effect an entry. At that moment, as if by magic, the steel wall slid upwards, revealing a startling white haired figure clad in a purple robe.#He was tall and gaunt with a visage much wrinkled by age and carried a wooden staff encrusted with multicoloured jewels.#The old man approached Blake and exclaimed#'Greetings traveller. Do not be afraid! I am Oltec of the Underworld. Your coming through this portal was foretold in a dream. The Great God Shingala has chosen you to be saviour of our underground race'. 'Your aid is sorely needed to prevent a disaster befalling our people. There is much to be explained'. 'Can I count upon your help?' (yes or no) 'Then thou art surely not the chosen one and must pay the penalty for transgression into our land.'#Upon uttering these words Oltec raised his staff and a blinding light flashed from its tip instantly reducing Blake to a seething, bubbling mass of molten flesh! Blake had not survived and thus the adventure was over... 'Very well. Please follow and I shall lead you to Azzan, our King and Wise Ruler of this domain where much will be revealed'.#Oltec went east... And so it transpired that Blake silently followed the stranger through a maze of caverns and passages passing many other inhabitants of this dark abode, all similarly attired in purple garb.#Few of the subterranean dwellers could hardly stifle a gasp of amazement and disbelief when their eyes fell upon the human, and there was much low murmuring.#Finally, the journey came to an end when Oltec ushered Blake into a richly decorated palatial grotto. The King Azzan spoke.#'I am Azzan, Lord of the Underworld. My friend, I pray that you are not too late!'#The king proceeded to unfold a story so bizarre and of such incredulity that our traveller found it hard to believe he was not the participant of some strange, insane dream. It appeared that the subterranean people had fled a dying star system and had colonized planet Earth millenia ago.#Because of their acute reaction to dangerous radiations from our Sun they had been forced to seek refuge beneath the earth's crust.#They had originally numbered hundreds of thousands, but the shifting of continents, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, cosmic bombardments and other natural catastrophes over the centuries had taken its toll. Azzan was of the conviction that his colony might be the last remnants of the once great nation.#Their existence below ground had been simple, for they were unable to use their advanced scientific and technological knowledge because of the nature and composition of our earthly elements and atmosphere.#Their starship had long ago perished and they were resigned to their underground existence until future generations could adapt to the point where emergence above ground could be safely negotiated. Azzan continued.#'One of our scientists, a certain Ogrivil, developed a serum which he maintained would render us immune from the harmful rays above, but in return for this secret he demanded to be elevated to Ruler.#When the Elders decreed against this, Ogrivil deserted us and escaped to the surface with the flask of precious serum, and has never returned.' 'Through contact at psi level we established that Ogrivil is resident in the settlement you humans know as the village of Little Zorning.#He has no doubt changed his appearance somewhat and is masquerading as an ordinary earthling.' 'It is imperative that we regain the serum for which we have yearned for so long to allow us to venture into the realms above and make ourselves known to your kind.#There is much knowledge to share and we need cooperation to construct a ship so we may return to our galaxy now the danger is past.' 'My friend, I implore you to go this place, seek out Ogrivil, and return the flask to us intact.#Here is his staff of office. It will glow brightly when you are in his presence.' Blake swore earnestly that he would do all in his power to retrieve the flask.#Azzan escorted him along a route to the surface and bid him return when he possesed the serum.#Once outside, Blake paused to let these momentous events sink into his consciousness, then, mindful of the enormity of the burden which had been entrusted to his care, set about finding the Village of Little Zorning. Blake climbed cautiously some forty feet down the rope.. Blake attacked the bumpkin.#Perhaps it was the wrong thing to do for the bumpkin was no pushover. The bumpkin went mad with rage and set about knocking the stuffing out of Blake.#As a result, Blake would need hospital treatment and could not continue the quest... The bumpkin looked at Blake suspiciously. He whistled for his dog and shouted#'Here, Spot!' The bumpkin jumped in front of Blake and pushed him back.#'We don't take kindly to the likes of you in these parts. Turn around and be off wiv yer!' The bumpkin was overjoyed at the return of Spot and grunted#'Sorry I misjudged you fella. Kind folks like yerself are welcome here anytime.'#The bumpkin skipped away merrily... Little Zorning turned out to be one of those typically quaint old fashioned english villages whose peace and tranquillity are rarely disturbed by outsiders.#Somewhere, within its boundaries was the renegade alien, Ogrivil! Blake contemplated going that way, but was determined to fulfil his quest in Little Zorning. Somewhere from the darkness Blake heard a muffled flapping sound... Squeaking, fluttering noises filled the cavern... Horror upon horrors! Hundreds of large hungry bats swooped down on Blake, clawing and biting at his flesh!#Blake screamed, thrusting about wildly to fend off these bloodsucking winged vampires, but gradually his mind went numb and death came in under a minute... The flare exploded, lighting up the cave in a dazzling burst.#The brilliant white light frightened away hundreds of bats which had been nesting in the walls.#Blake discarded the gun as it was of no further use. A dog scrambled through a nearby hedge and ran around playfully. The dog scampered out of the way. With a deft flick of his wrist Blake scooped up the mangy mutt with his trusty butterfly net.#The dog got tangled in the net enabling Blake to catch it! The noise and chatter faded to a hush at Blake's unexpected arrival. However the jovial landlord quickly broke the silence by welcoming him and offered him a drink on the house. (Evidently new customers were scarce around here).#The innkeeper was amiable and talkative and enlightened Blake with a brief history of the village and surrounding area.#Blake felt his spirits rising and was all in favour of tarrying here awhile... A group of farmworkers began discussing the recent disappearance of the vicar's daughter... An elderly woman talked about her cat being killed by a fox during the night... The innkeeper remarked to a customer about strange noises in the night at Trenton Manor... A local commented on the fact that little had been seen of the new owner of the Manor... A few drinks later, upon hearing nothing more of profit, Blake felt inclined to leave... Blake didn't want to leave just yet! Blake knelt and prayed for guidance. Blake wouldn't stoop so low as to attack a man of the cloth in God's House! The vicar refused to let Blake leave with valuable church artifacts.#He took the property back and placed it on the altar. Blake drained the glass of beer with relish. Blake perceived a small article bobbing up and down in the middle of the pond, and, for a second, toyed with the idea of going for a swim... Blake reluctantly dived in the pond, swam strongly to the middle and returned clutching a soggy article which he dropped before him. The vicar grabbed the hat and exclaimed#'Ah! Thankyou. It is my poor daughter's school hat. She's been missing a few days now and we're all very worried. I must take this to the police at once!'#The vicar departed in great haste. A sudden movement from the west caught Blake's eye and he turned to see a scantily clad young girl sitting in the shadows on a bench.#She seemed to fit the description of the vicar's missing teenage daughter - Julia. The girl appeared pale and thin and her clothes were torn and grubby. There was a look of desperation in her brown staring eyes.#The girl beckoned Blake closer... Without warning the girl sprang to attack Blake, her vicious long fingernails frienziedly ripping into his flesh.#Blake recoiled in terror as her lips drew back in a demoniacal grin revealing twin pointed fangs! She let out an unearthly shriek and sunk her teeth full into the side of Blake's neck, causing a gurgling, spurting cascade of red to spray forth from the affected area!#Blake was transfixed by her hypnotic gaze and was powerless to resist as his life slowly drained away... Julia Cranbury snarled and hissed malevolently at the sight of the golden cross! She covered her eyes and backed away, fearful of its might and power. But there was no escape.#The last rays of the Sun caught the arms of the cross and cast a reflection on her twisting body whereupon she uttered a shrieking ululation of intense agony and despair, instantly bursting into a sheet of flames of such ferocity that in a matter of moments her physical body was reduced to a few charred ashes.#Phew! Blake raised the golden cross and waved it at Julia. The guard raised his rifle and muttered coldly#'This is private property. Go away!' A red mail van came into view and screeched to a halt outside the gates. The driver honked his horn... Blake felt the impact of a rifle bullet lodge itself squarely between his eyes, and momentarily regretted his unwise course of action.#Then everything went blank! Somewhere up in the high forests between England and Wales, Blake had been walking for hours, and not for the first time had lost his way. Since the loss of his compass and map Blake had deduced that he should be heading north but felt an inward urge to take the eastward track... Blake fastened the rope through the granite block and threw the coil down the dark shaft. Blake refrained from climbing down as the hole looked deep and there seemed no safe way to enter it... Blake fired the flare.#It lit up the sky for a few moments before fading into nothingness... Blake squeezed the trigger.#The gun was not loaded and Blake had used the last flare!! Blake pulled the stone lever.#The platform shook violently and began to descend rapidly into the depths at a fair rate of knots for about eight seconds before jerking to an abrupt halt... The guard made a cursory inspection of the van then opened the gates. The innkeeper engaged Blake in polite conversation. The vicar was reciting a prayer and asked for Blake to be silent. The sun began to set and darkness slowly began to engulf the sleepy hamlet... The guard muttered something unintelligible. He took his job seriously and was not in the habit of talking to strangers. The farmer lashed out at Blake with a well aimed crack from his spade. Zonk!! Blake was aware of nothing but the sight of small, bright stars encircling his head and a monotonous, persistent ringing whine in both eardrums.#Blake was incapacitated and would not be fit to continue his adventures... The farmer nodded a welcome to Blake.#'I been out workin' the fields, Sir. Seem to have mislaid my lunch box and I be so hungry I do thinks I could eat an 'orse'. The farmer was grateful for Blake's gift. He dropped a spade he was carrying and wolfed the sandwich with great satisfaction.#'Mmm lovely... Right must be off and back to my work'.#The farmer set off across the fields... Blake didn't feel very hungry. Blake dug around with spade for a while, but uncovered nothing of interest. The program understands 'it', 'them' and 'all except' and will accept multiple commands eg:#'get rope,examine it then put all but rope and knife into box,n.south,nw and drop everything'#might be a valid input!#Directions may be abbreviated.#Some acceptable verbs are:#'get'#'drop'#'wear'#'remove'#'examine'#'inventory'#'throw'#'eat'#'tie'#'give'#'open'#'unlock'#'attack'#'pull', &c...#Make good use of the 'examine' command.#Making a map will help. As Blake surveyed the grounds he felt a wave of disquiet and unease fill his senses. It was as if the place exuded a hidden, lurking malevolence and danger. Blake was still visibly shaken from his encounter with the girl and was unsure if he could deal with any further horrors like it...#If the mysterious owner of the Manor were indeed Ogrivil then he must surely be responsible for the recent events in Little Zorning! Even worse, he must be a Vampire - perhaps infected by the bats from his home caves... To his dismay, Blake found the gates were locked, thus prohibiting him from leaving the premises... The mail van went through the open gates and pulled up outside the front door of the Manor... The postman got out of the van, picked up some envelopes, went up to the door, and posted them through the letterbox... The postman reappeared, climbed in his van and sped off through the gates.#The guard closed the gates and locked them. Blake climbed silently into the back of the van and hid himself behind some sacks of mail... Blake quietly slipped out of the van and took cover behind some nearby bushes... Blake realized he had missed a golden opprtunity to enter the Manor grounds. He remained hidden in the van whilst it travelled for some 10 miles before the driver became aware of his presence...#The driver stopped outside a police station and Blake was taken in for questioning.#Blake had failed to fulfil his quest and the adventure was over! Blake decided that since he could not penetrate the Manor grounds, he would call it a day and try again tomorrow...#He went to the Inn, booked a room for the night and fell into a deep uneasy sleep... The next day... Blake arose, washed and dressed, gathered his belongings and went down to the bar... Blake uncovered a savagely mutilated corpse. It was a terrible sight.#The odour from the rotting flesh turned Blake's stomach. 'What a good idea', Blake thought. He hacked at the log with the axe and fahioned a small wooden stake.#Blake recalled the Vampire Legends and felt sure, that used as a weapon, it would defeat Ogrivil. Blake noticed that a brass key had slipped from the pocket of the dead man... Blake knelt down and nurtured the wick on the lamp into a brightly glowing flame from the dying embers of the garden bonfire. Blake lowered the goblet into the pool of sacred water, filled it to the brim, then refastened the lid. Blake quenched his thirst. The goblet was now empty. An oil lantern was hanging out of reach high up on one of the lotus-shaped columns. Using the boathook, Blake managed to unhook the lantern and set it down on the tiled mosaic floor. Blake had no means to light the lamp! Blake boarded the small craft and pushed his way out into the lake. Using his hands as makeshift paddles he floated across the azure lake.#Upon reaching land he clambered out of the boat... Blake emptied the goblet. Blake threw the holy water at the gardener. The droplets of water ignited into shards of flame upon contact with the Vampire who writhed and twisted uncontrollably, unable to dowse their purifying effects.#The gardener, consumed with fire, collapsed.#A sudden and mystifying blast of icy wind sliced the gardener's body into ribbons and spirals of disintegrating matter and scattered the fragments in all directions!! Moving east would deposit Blake in the small boat... A short jaunt to the west would ensconce Blake in the boat... Blake knotted the coil of rope to the well-head and lowered it down the well... Blake had delayed too long. The gardener cornered Blake and easily overpowered him with a vice like grip! The gardener quickly rendered Blake unconscious with his savage assault and tore a huge gaping hole in the side of his neck!!#Blake had been consigned to the realms of the unliving and the quest had terminated... The gardener wailed threateningly and stretched out his arms... Blake restrained an impulse to attack the gardener but pondered instead upon the best method of defeating him... 'Cooo.. Cooo..' the dove warbled. The rottweiler bared its teeth and barked viciously at Blake... With a sharp tug Blake pulled the feathers which had been obstructing the cage wires.#The dove flew up to the cage and went through the now cleared hole.#As it did so, a small crumpled note, which had been attached to its foot by a hairgrip, fell to the floor... Several feathers were obstructing the entrance to the wire cage. The ferocious hound visibly calmed and began gnawing in obvious satisfaction at the skeleton bones... Blake would not want to harm a symbol of peace and purity! A rottweiler stood guard over the entrance to the Manor...#Blake ambled too close to the rottweiler and it pounced forward, snapping its strong foaming jaws at him! Blake reacted fast, springing out of harm's way, but not before he had sustained a nasty bite from the rabid beast... p1+Blake felt slightly ill... p1+Blake felt feverish... p1+Blake was dying... p1+Blake was close to death... p1+Blake was dead! The King Azzan appeared as if in a dream.#'Dear friend... I sense you are in dire need of aid. There is a potent remedy that will restore your health to normalcy. It has been given to me by Shingala, our Lord and Protector.#Thou shalt need to obtain and consume the following four ingredients which thou should commit to memory.#The petals of an English emblem.#The flower of the Scot's plant.#The amber flower of Wales#and The leaves of the Celtic charm.#And now I must go...'#The vision faded. Blake shook the pot.#Some rose petals tumbled from the holes in the pot and floated to the ground... The thistles were too sharp and thorny. Blake mowed the lawn for a few minutes.#He stooped down to wipe the mower's blades and was suprised to find a four leaved shamrock... The wind blew a daffodil from the buttonhole of the scarecrow's threadbare jacket... Blake felt his strength returning once more and assumed it due to assimilation of the curative properties of the four plants. A jackdaw swooped down from a nearby tree. Seeing the small shiny object which Blake had unearthed, it fastened the find in its beak and triumphantly flew southwards... The boomerang whizzed past the startled bird, who squawked in surprise, thus dropping the key, which plummeted earthwards and slipped through the bars of the cattle grid...#The jackdaw flew to the safety of a nearby wood.#The boomerang hit the top of the folly and bounced out of sight over the boundary wall. The boomerang spun in an elliptical arc and Blake caught it upon its return. The force of the powerful magnet drew the key upwards from under the cattle grid... It was getting darker by the minute.. The back door was bolted from the inside. The jackdaw didn't understand Blake. Blake mowed the grass. Blake trimmed the sharpest thorns off the thistles. That would be difficult for Blake. The jackdaw squawked gleefully and flapped around tauntingly... Blake twisted the deer's antler. There was a dull click and the portrait swung away from the wall to disclose a small alcove set in the wall... Click! A mechanical whirring noise sounded...#The bookcase creaked and groaned...#The bookcase moved a few feet apart from the west wall...#Blake could see a gap behind it!! The maid awoke from a deep sleep. Upon seeing Blake she gasped with joy, expressing her gratitude and relief at being rescued from the dark, dingy hole. Blake assured the maid that she would soon recover from her ordeal and told her of the importance of his strange mission.#The maid informed Blake that Ogcliffe could be found in the wine cellar...#The maid urged Blake to hurry and kill Ogcliffe before he awoke and wreaked another night of bloodthirsting carnage... The cross had become so hot during the episode that Blake was forced to drop it. It hit the ground and surprisingly shattered into a profusion of smoky fragments - as if the particles holding it together had been drained of all force and energy! The maid reminded Blake that it would soon be midnight and that the dreaded Ogcliffe would awaken from his slumber at the height of his powers...#She urged Blake to get a move on! Blake was not in favour of doing that act against a poor defenceless maid! Blake heard a footfall in the library. Someone or some thing had entered the library and was prowling about... Harris the butler's eyes lit up in rage when he caught sight of Blake and the maid. His mouth hissed open to display his vampiric molars. Arms akimbo, he advanced menacingly towards the trembling pair...#Blake had better do something or get moving fast!! Too late!#The butler attacked Blake with unnatural strength and fury. Blake tried to beat off the vampire with all the might he could muster... It was hopeless...#Blake succumbed to the intense onslaught and, after the pain had receded, drifted into a screaming nether world of blackness... The butler cringed with fear at the protective ring of garlic and cowered away from Blake. He covered his eyes and backed off with a grimace... An ingenious idea came to Blake. He nonchalantly tossed the garlic garland over the head of the butler vampire...#The butler emitted a hellish scream, eyes fixed fearfully on the hated substance around his neck...#A column of blue smoke appeared out of nowhere and encircled the butler, whose arms flailed out wildly in all directions.#There came a final tortured scream from the butler followed by a short fiery explosion and both the butler and the garlic garland were no more... 'You cannot escape me... Your end is nigh... I am going to kill you...'#The butler shouted! Blake refused and thought for a few moments on just how to effect the demise of the butler... Blake talked to the shopkeeper.#The shopkeeper told Blake he was very busy with the stocktaking and that the delivery boy had not shown up for work as usual that day, as was his custom. His last errand had been to take some provisions to the Trenton Manor the previous day... Blake paid the shopkeeper for the newspaper. Blake saw no reason to do that! Blake preferred not to speak to the vile creature for fear of awakening the fiend from his dark slumber... Blake would need to stab Ogrivil using the traditional vampire killing method whilst he reposed in his coffin... Curses! It was midnight.#Ogrivil's piercing red eyes flashed open in a blaze of fury. With a long drawn out roar he leapt from his coffin and with lightning reflexes, dashed swiftly toward Blake.#Blake and the maid stood rooted to the spot, hypnotized by the fiend's wily stare and monstrous power! Ogrivil let out a triumphal, satanic howl of inhuman laughter and pounced uncontrollaby on Blake in a vicious, accursed bloody and final attack!##Blake had become the latest victim of his demoniacal foe. With trembling hands, but with stout resolution, Blake approached the coffin to carry out his unpleasant, but necessary act of violence.#He raised the wooden stake high above his head and thrust it down firmly, driving it straight through the accursed fiend's heart!#A torrent of red gushed outwards in an obscene and sickening shower.#Ogrivil shrieked vociferously, jerking and writhing in abject pain and terror, clawing and grasping for some means of survival. A deafening burst filled the room and a wall of flame engulfed the coffin. Blake covered his ears as a last, despairing wail issued forth from the coffin and then all was silent...#Ogrivil had ceased to exist and could not wreak havoc again...#Blake had won! Blake heard the grandfather clock ringing out the chimes of midnight!! Blake now possessed the flask of serum. The nightmare was over and Blake's quest was complete.#Blake and the maid spent the night in one of the bedrooms and the next day left the Manor grounds after explaining their adventures to the guard.#The maid informed the local villagers of Blake's heroic deeds and he received much notable praise for his efforts.#The adventure had ended.... The next day Blake returned to his rendevous point with the King Azzan and handed over the sought after flask.#The King paid much tribute to Blake and he received many honours. He was even invited to serve as Ambassador for the friendly aliens when they were ready to leave their realm and reveal their hidden co-existence with our race.#Blake remained as guest of honour for a few days and joined in the joyous celebrations.#Blake had achieved the rank of 'Heroic Adventurer of the First Degree'. Well done! Suddenly Blake felt the hairs prickling on his scalp. A hazy cloud of mist appeared before him and materialized slowly into the figure of a well dressed elderly lady! The apparition, Blake instantly recognized as being the departed spirit of Alice Trenton, wife of the former owner!#The ghost smiled and Blake received a psychic message that she meant no harm and was pleased that the brutal death of her husband had been avenged.#Blake sensed that she had something of vital importance to show him... The ghost glided to the carpet and waved agitatingly at it.#The carpet shook disconcertingly and tumbled from the wall in a crumpled roll... The ghost raised an astral finger towards a bookshelf - and a small bound volume jumped out and flung itself to the floor... The ghost of Alice Trenton shimmered mistily and then waved farewell, vanishing from whence she came... The ghost silently motioned Blake to follow... Blake tried to communicate with the ghost but she seemed unable to respond verbally... But the ghost was dead and Blake's hand passed right through it! Blake dialled the correct combination and opened the safe. He didn't dare to believe his eyes, but there it was! The flask!#Carefully, Blake removed the flask and set it down gently on the Persian rug, silently thanking the spirit of dear old Alice Trenton... A rhythmic clanking and hissing noise sounded in the distance, and Blake thought it akin to the noise of factory pumps and pistons... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Oltec the Guardian was here.*Oltec was the Keeper of the Portal. King Azzan sat on an ornate throne.*Azzan was a wise and powerful ruler. A country bumpkin sat on a fence chewing a piece of grass.*The bumpkin was a local yokel. A vicar knelt at the altar in prayer.*The vicar was a a devout and holy man, well versed in the scriptures. The innkeeper was here tending the bar.*The innkeeper was fat and jolly. Adam the farmer stood close by...*The farmer looked like Benny from 'Crossroads'. The girl, Julia was here.*Julia had a strange look in her eye. She stared at Blake in zombie-like fashion and had a general appearance of something from beyond the grave. Blake found it hard to shrug off a feeling of impending danger.#Evidently the girl must have been bitten by an animal for Blake discerned a bite mark upon the side of her neck oozing a slight trickle of blood... A security guard patrolled the gates.*The guard was not the sort of person to get on the wrong side of.#A rifle was slung over his shoulder. A shopkeeper was busy behind the counter.*The shopkeeper ran the only store in town. He seemed a bit flustered. The gardener was here.*The gardener didn't look normal and moved erratically.#Blake sighted two puncture holes gashed in the side of his neck... a dove fluttered around the dovecot.*The pure white dove was a fine looking bird. A rottweiler, leashed to a chain, stood guard over the entrance.*The rottweiler foamed at the mouth and strained against its leash, paws scrabbling on the floor. Annie the maid was here.*The maid looked very nervous and frightened. Harris the butler watched Blake...*The butler had the pallor of death about him and moved in odd rhythmic spasms.. A jackdaw circled overhead, a small key hanging from its beak.*The jackdaw was a mischievous bird. Ogrivil, lay at rest inside the sarcophagus.*Ogrivil was a large and powerful being. Traces of dried blood caked his cruel and evil lips.#He twitched uneasily as if sensing the presence of the two intruders... A ghost floated in mid-air.*The ghost was the spirit of Alice Trenton. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the of a an some walk run flare glass jewelled duck coil triangular charred ground small canvas country security metal standing say stone granite egg old small delivery mail smouldering shallow brass oil wooden baptismal brightly glowing revolting wire skeleton holy crumpled local curious - rose - - - four leaved horseshoe pair cattle vegetable huge heavy grandfather persian combination - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Blake now had the Blake dropped the Blake was now wearing the Blake removed the There wasn't one of those here. Blake didn't have the Blake couldn't wear the Blake was already wearing the Blake already had the Blake was not wearing the Blake couldn't. His hands were full. Blake was carrying:- (worn) Blake couldn't carry any more things. Blake's score was out of 100. Blake had taken turns. In the was-: was in the wasn't in the Sure you want to quit? (Y/N) Blake waved goodbye.. Ok. Blake couldn't do that. Blake couldn't. He was wearing the Blake didn't have one of those. Blake wasn't wearing one of those. Blake couldn't remove the There wasn't one of those in the Blake's hands were full. There was nothing here Blake could get! Blake wasn't carrying anything! Blake had nothing to wear! Blake wasn't wearing anything! There wasn't anything in the Blake couldn't take the Blake was unable to go p10+Exits led: p5+Please enter your instructions. p5+What now, adventurer? p5+I'm waiting for your command(s). p5+Tell me what to do next please. p5+Enter your command please. p5+OK, now what? p5+Please type in your next move. p5+Please tell me your next command. weighed too much for Blake. More... Want to play again? (Y/N) There was nothing here worth examining. nothing. nothing at all. p9+Also visible-: There wasn't a here. Blake couldn't see a Blake looked at the That's not possible. Blake waited... p15+Time passed... The Enter filename. Please remove the 'Gory Story' disk and insert your own disk into drive DF0: No such file on disk. Aborted. Please remove your program disk. Thankyou. Please continue playing... Blake was unable to look in the Blake was unable to get the Blake was unable to put the out of the into the Blake was unable to take anything out of the Blake was unable to put anything into the It was dark. Blake couldn't see anything. It was too dark for Blake to do that. Please remove your 'save games' disk and insert the 'Gory Story' disk into drive DF0: GORY STORY brief verbose exits (i)nventory look score save load GORY STORY - PLAYER COMMAND - You examine the isn't here! appeared. entered. arrived... went departed and went left and moved set off, heading travelled Blake followed the followed Blake... what?? Sorry, Blake didn't understand all of that. Please simplify your command, rephrase or try again. a flare gun. a coil of rope. some standing stones erected in a ring-like formation. a large butterfly net. a signpost nailed to a tree. A triangular altar. - a golden cross. a glass of beer. the jewelled staff. a duck pond in the centre of the Village Green. a hat. a compass. a mail delivery van. some charred ashes. A rope, tied to the granite block, dangled down the hole. a hole leading down into darkness. a small dog. a large metal door in the east wall. a stone lever recessed in the rock face. A granite block with a hole cut through it's centre. an egg sandwich. a spade. the well. a notice pinned to the wall. an old armchair. an axe. a boat resting on the shores of the lake. a boathook. a smouldering bonfire. a stone goblet. a log. a shallow grave. a brass key. a revolting corpse. an oil lamp. a wooden stake. a baptismal font. a rope tied to the well. a wire cage. some skeleton bones. a crumpled note. a local newspaper. a curious leaflet. - a rose pot. a scarecrow. a daffodil. a bramble bush. some thistles. a lawn. - a lawnmower. a four leaved shamrock. a boomerang. a horseshoe magnet. a plaque. a pair of garden gloves. some rose petals. a cattle grid. a bookcase. a portrait. a trophy. a small alcove set in the wall. a vegetable garland. a huge, heavy crate. a trapdoor. a sarcophagus. a grandfather clock. a flask. a persian carpet. a combination safe. a diary. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - a canvas rucksack. a small cupboard. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - a brightly glowing oil lamp. p1+Welcome to 'Gory Story' by Philip Richmond (c) 1992 - written using the 'Amos Creative Adventure Toolkit'.#To talk to a character simply type 'talk to '.#To offer an object to a character type 'give to '.#If an object is a container you may 'look in ', 'get out ', or 'put in '.#For further info type 'help'. Good Adventuring!