During the Great
, an adventurer inspired even the
most docile of villagers to follow into battle with a few well-chosen
words. This Mob was useless when it came to solving puzzles or anything
more subtle than running blindly at an enemy. The motley bunch of
enraged peasants would form a formidable wall of pitchforks and burning
torches in battle, protecting adventurers and terrifying their enemies.
Occassionally they would carry some loot, but much of it mysteriously
vanished by the time the battles were over.
|SOURCE(S): Legends of Zork|