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"Our doom is sealed."
Y'Gael turned away from the window overlooking the Great Sea. "The Guildmaster
nears the end of his final quest," she said softly. "When he succeeds, for
succeed he will, our powers shall cease to be."
The silence was unbroken for a long minute. Then a tiny voice near the door
peeped, "Forever?"
"No." The old woman leaned forward on her staff. "The Age of Science will
endure long; no one in this room can hope to outlive it. But our knowledge need
not die with us -- if we act at once to preserve our priceless heritage."
"Wherein lies your hope, Y'Gael?" demanded a salamander in the front row.
"What Magick is proof against the death of Magick itself?"
Y'Gael's dry chuckle stilled the murmur of the crowd. "You forget your own
history, Gustar. Are you not author of the definitive scroll on the Coconut of
Quendor?"
A tumult of amphibious croaks and squeals drowned out Gustar's retort. Y'Gael
hobbled over to a table laden with mystical artifacts, selected a small stone
and raised it high.
"The Coconut is our only hope," she cried, her eyes shining in the stone's
violet aura. "Its seed embodies the essence of our wisdom. Its shell is
impervious to the ravages of Time. We must reclaim it from the Implementors, and
hide it away before its secrets are forgotten!"
The shrill voice of a newt rose above the cheering. "And who will steal this
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B  E  Y  O  N  D      Z  O  R  K
The Coconut of Quendor
An Interactive Fantasy
Copyright (C)1987 Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved.
Zork is a registered trademark of Infocom, Inc.

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"Our doom is sealed."
Y'Gael turned away from the window overlooking the Great Sea. "The Guildmaster
nears the end of his final quest," she said softly. "When he succeeds, for
succeed he will, our powers shall cease to be."
The silence was unbroken for a long minute. Then a tiny voice near the door
peeped, "Forever?"
"No." The old woman leaned forward on her staff. "The Age of Science will
endure long; no one in this room can hope to outlive it. But our knowledge need
not die with us -- if we act at once to preserve our priceless heritage."
"Wherein lies your hope, Y'Gael?" demanded a salamander in the front row.
"What Magick is proof against the death of Magick itself?"
Y'Gael's dry chuckle stilled the murmur of the crowd. "You forget your own
history, Gustar. Are you not author of the definitive scroll on the Coconut of
Quendor?"
A tumult of amphibious croaks and squeals drowned out Gustar's retort. Y'Gael
hobbled over to a table laden with mystical artifacts, selected a small stone
and raised it high.
"The Coconut is our only hope," she cried, her eyes shining in the stone's
violet aura. "Its seed embodies the essence of our wisdom. Its shell is
impervious to the ravages of Time. We must reclaim it from the Implementors, and
hide it away before its secrets are forgotten!"
The shrill voice of a newt rose above the cheering. "And who will steal this
[MORE]

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B  E  Y  O  N  D      Z  O  R  K
The Coconut of Quendor
An Interactive Fantasy
Copyright (C)1987 Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved.
Zork is a registered trademark of Infocom, Inc.

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Frank Booth                                               Level 0 Male Peasant
Character Setup
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:                          Hilltop                           9
/''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''0
)The horizon is lost in the glare of morning upon the Great  (
)Sea. You shield your eyes to sweep the shore below, where   (      $
)a village lies nestled beside a quiet cove.                 (       D8A
)  A stunted oak tree shades the inland road.                (       :6=&
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:                          Hilltop                           9
/''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''0
)The horizon is lost in the glare of morning upon the Great  (
)Sea. You shield your eyes to sweep the shore below, where   (      $
)a village lies nestled beside a quiet cove.                 (       D8A
)  A stunted oak tree shades the inland road.                (       :6=&
)                                                            (       ?7B
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[What?]
>walk north
The hillside is too steep that way.
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:                            Cove                            9
/''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''0                #
)Gulls circle the far end of a wharf extending east across   (               #
)the cove. The street is dotted with shanties bleached by    (      $       #
)years of sun and salt.                                      (       3'0 @8E
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[What?]
>walk north
The hillside is too steep that way.
>walk east
You amble down the hill.
Cove
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:                            Cove                            9
/''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''0                #
)Gulls circle the far end of a wharf extending east across   (               #
)the cove. The street is dotted with shanties bleached by    (      $       #
)years of sun and salt.                                      (       3'0 @8E
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>walk north
The hillside is too steep that way.
>walk east
You amble down the hill.
Cove
>walk north
There's no exit that way.
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:                           Wharf                            9                #
/''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''0               #
)Dank, fishy smells permeate this old wharf to its very      (              #
)bones. Far below, you hear the slurp of oily seawater       (     $       #
)against the piers.                                          (      3'0 /'4 @8A
)  An old sailor is seated before an easel, dabbing color    (      )%,&-%,&>69
)onto a canvas.                                              (      .&1 .+1 ?7B
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>walk east
You amble down the hill.
Cove
>walk north
There's no exit that way.
>walk east
Wharf
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:                           Wharf                            9                #
/''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''0               #
)Dank, fishy smells permeate this old wharf to its very      (              #
)bones. Far below, you hear the slurp of oily seawater       (     $       #
)against the piers.                                          (      3'0 /'4 @8A
)  An old sailor is seated before an easel, dabbing color    (      )%,&-%,&>69
)onto a canvas.                                              (      .&1 .+1 ?7B
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Cove
>walk north
There's no exit that way.
>walk east
Wharf
>walk east
There's no exit that way.
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:                           Wharf                            9                #
/''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''0               #
)Dank, fishy smells permeate this old wharf to its very      (              #
)bones. Far below, you hear the slurp of oily seawater       (     $       #
)against the piers.                                          (      3'0 /'4 @8A
)  An old sailor is seated before an easel, dabbing color    (      )%,&-%,&>69
)onto a canvas.                                              (      .&1 .+1 ?7B
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There's no exit that way.
>walk east
Wharf
>walk east
There's no exit that way.
>walk south
There's no exit that way.
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"Our doom is sealed."
Y'Gael turned away from the window overlooking the Great Sea. "The Guildmaster
nears the end of his final quest," she said softly. "When he succeeds, for
succeed he will, our powers shall cease to be."
The silence was unbroken for a long minute. Then a tiny voice near the door
peeped, "Forever?"
"No." The old woman leaned forward on her staff. "The Age of Science will
endure long; no one in this room can hope to outlive it. But our knowledge need
not die with us -- if we act at once to preserve our priceless heritage."
"Wherein lies your hope, Y'Gael?" demanded a salamander in the front row.
"What Magick is proof against the death of Magick itself?"
Y'Gael's dry chuckle stilled the murmur of the crowd. "You forget your own
history, Gustar. Are you not author of the definitive scroll on the Coconut of
Quendor?"
A tumult of amphibious croaks and squeals drowned out Gustar's retort. Y'Gael
hobbled over to a table laden with mystical artifacts, selected a small stone
and raised it high.
"The Coconut is our only hope," she cried, her eyes shining in the stone's
violet aura. "Its seed embodies the essence of our wisdom. Its shell is
impervious to the ravages of Time. We must reclaim it from the Implementors, and
hide it away before its secrets are forgotten!"
The shrill voice of a newt rose above the cheering. "And who will steal this
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B  E  Y  O  N  D      Z  O  R  K
The Coconut of Quendor
An Interactive Fantasy
Copyright (C)1987 Infocom, Inc. All rights reserved.
Zork is a registered trademark of Infocom, Inc.

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Character Setup
Begin using a preset character
Select a preset character
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Create your own character
Quit
Use the \ and ] keys to highlight your selection.
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Character Setup
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Randomly generate a new character
Create your own character
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Frank Booth                                               Level 0 Male Peasant
Character Setup
Begin using a preset character
Select a preset character
Randomly generate a new character
Create your own character
Quit
Use the \ and ] keys to highlight your selection.
Type [RETURN] to continue. >
Press any key to begin the story. >

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:                          Hilltop                           9
/''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''0
)The horizon is lost in the glare of morning upon the Great  (
)Sea. You shield your eyes to sweep the shore below, where   (      $
)a village lies nestled beside a quiet cove.                 (       D8A
)  A stunted oak tree shades the inland road.                (       :6=&
)                                                            (       ?7B
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:                          Hilltop                           9
/''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''0
)The horizon is lost in the glare of morning upon the Great  (
)Sea. You shield your eyes to sweep the shore below, where   (      $
)a village lies nestled beside a quiet cove.                 (       D8A
)  A stunted oak tree shades the inland road.                (       :6=&
)                                                            (       ?7B
)                                                            (
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