Blayke FINALLY shoves his spear right through Truga's chest!

Truga falls out of the air and lands in a bloody heap. With his last breath,
he gasps:

...urk....hhgkk...if I am to go...I won't...go...ALONE!

He fires a ray towards the northwest corner of the cell.
Truga is dogfood.
Truga is DEAD, R.I.P.

  212813: a large spherical beholder hovers here (Truga dead!)

  446077: Wren Haz-Gon the high Elf   


Trilloch mumbles 'I was the best...the best...mmiwwff...'
He spins around backwards and falls over.

.seid eh sa hcollirT eht fo yrc-htaed suodnerroh eht raeh ouY.
.P.I.R ,DAED si hcollirT ehT.
The magic mist around the dead Trilloch's neck leaps to your Kerbholz.
A new mark appears.
Your kerbholz whispers to your ear 'Mmh.. We are one step closer to capturing
them all, mortal.  Only 44 monsters remain.'

151563: Trilloch Haz-gon the grey Elf