Zoslaun has arrived.

<100% 59% 80% | 503/503 418/706 | 15003 | wilderness indoor | 6 AM> l ugruk
Standing nearly twelve feet tall, with bulky muscles evident under his dark
yellow skin, this ugruk is much larger than the average member of his race.
It is likely this fact, along with the multiple scars that crisscross his 
body, that has allowed him to wear the more highly decorated furs which mark 
him as the chieftain of his tribe.  His face has somewhat of a smashed-in
look to it, as if he'd taken a mace shot right in the nose at one point.  To
either side of his crooked nose, his eyes seem to have an almost watery hint,
as if he was recovering from having drank too much the night before.
The ugruk Chieftain is in perfect health.

the ugruk Chieftain is using:
<worn on body>      a thick fur jerkin covered with metal studs
<mainhand wielded>  a large two-handed sword
Zoslaun steps out from his cover.
Zoslaun's surprise attack does UNSPEAKABLE things to you!
You have been KILLED!!


You have died, but the Carrion Fields are not finished with you yet!
Your soul is returned to the realms in the form of a ghost.
You will return to your corporeal state in a short while.
Be careful, for even a ghost should fear some dangers!