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- The Divine voice of Matsuhama echoes in your head, "Greetings, Rean."
- You tell Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior, "Hail, my Lord."
- The Divine voice of Matsuhama echoes in your head, "Acquire a decapitated head,
- and ponder a proper statement as to why you wish to join the Host. Contact Me
- once you are prepared."
- You tell Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior, "Moment."
- Adding further detail to the doll of Santar, you work on defining the nose,
- ears, eyes, and mouth.
- You quickly sneak in another fashion.
- With a flap of his majestic blue wings, Santar enters a tear in the fabric of
- reality, and is gone.
- (Market): You say, "Paying very well for a duel against a worthy opponent, win
- or lose."
- Micositu tells you, "Ha was just about to tell you I owe you a duel."
- You tell Micositu, "Lovely!"
- You tell Micositu, "I must acquire a decapitated head for my Lord."
- Micositu tells you, "I have a gem use, so it works out."
- You tell Micositu, "I will not be able to burst you, but I will let you follow
- while I hunt."
- Micositu tells you, "That is not necessary, you simply allowing me to hunt is
- worth the duel."
- You rub some prefarar on your wickedly sharp claws.
- Your claws are already dripping with venoms, Wyrm.
- Lunging forward with long, flashing claws extended, you tear into the flesh of
- Micositu's left leg.
- You conjure up your illusion towards Micositu.
- Lunging forward with long, flashing claws extended, you tear into the flesh of
- Micositu's left leg.
- Drawing an enormous breath, you exhale, expelling a gale of wind with such force
- that Micositu is knocked over.
- Twisting to grasp Micositu in your powerful jaws, you sink your teeth deep into
- his flesh before tossing his helpless body into the air and catching him once
- more in your teeth.
- Twisting to grasp Micositu in your powerful jaws, you sink your teeth deep into
- his flesh before tossing his helpless body into the air and catching him once
- more in your teeth.
- You have slain Micositu.
- A Mhojave falcon falls from Micositu's corpse.
- You sink a glistening claw into the neck of the corpse and hack ruthlessly
- through flesh, sinew and muscle.
- You finally manage to sever the head from the corpse of Micositu, leaving only a
- pool of blood where the head had been.
- ...
- The Divine voice of Matsuhama echoes in your head, "It is fine to keep this
- statement concise and to the point, Rean. We may save the eloquence for the
- Darkwalkers."
- You tell Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior, "Ah. Oops!"
- You tell Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior, "Okay, I am ready then."
- You are transported by the power of the Divine.
- You bow respectfully to Matsuhama.
- Matsuhama nods His head at you.
- You give the decapitated head of Micositu to Matsuhama.
- Matsuhama coughs softly.
- You say in a deep, growling voice, "He was a worthy fight for me as a Shaman,
- but a little easier as a Dragon."
- Matsuhama gives the decapitated head of Micositu to you.
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says, "Hold that for now."
- Matsuhama smirks.
- You say in a deep, growling voice, "Santar fled to the Gare and then from the
- realms as soon as I started attacking him."
- You nod your head emphatically.
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says, "Take a moment to take in your
- surroundings, Scion."
- You nod your head emphatically.
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says, "Brothers of the Host come to this Well
- when they wish to speak with Me."
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says, "After offering the head of a fallen
- warrior, you may speak with Me, and your words shall resonate from the Well and
- to My ears."
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says, "Be prepared to state your reasons for
- joining the Host, and drop the head into the Well."
- You nod your head emphatically.
- Rean takes a slow, deep breath as he prepares himself.
- You drop the decapitated head of Micositu.
- You step forward, being careful to toe the border of dirt before the Well, and
- release the decapitated head of Micositu from your grip. The cacophony of
- ghostly cries grows to a fervent pitch in response to your offering, their
- discordant symphony echoing within your mind.
- Matsuhama tilts His head and listens intently.
- You say in a deep, growling voice, "I wish to join the Host because Combat has
- always been a significant part of my life, and now it is even more significant.
- For the majority of my life, I have been striving to improve my skills in order
- to protect that which I cared about most. Now, I strive to improve my skills
- just to improve them."
- The discarnate cries fall immediately into reverent silence as the pit
- reverberates the words of your prayer back to you.
- Matsuhama nods His head at you.
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says, "The band symbolizing your loyalty to me
- rests at the bottom of this Well."
- Matsuhama casts a dark, mischevious grin.
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says, "Now, bring it back to me."
- A sardonic smirk creeps over Lord Matsuhama's face before, with a casual wave of
- His hand, your body is sent tumbling backward. Your surprised cry is abruptly
- extinguished by the darkness of the pit as you fall helplessly into its depths.
- Utter darkness. (Riparium?)
- There are no obvious exits.
- A cold wind whistles harshly over your ears as you continue your descent into
- the depths of the earth. Darkness consumes your senses and all evidence of your
- surroundings.
- Dim-lit candles housed in gruesome bone sconces pass by you, their dull,
- flickering flames casting a muted light on the walls of the pit as they blur
- upward. Behind the flames, shadows twist upon themselves to form ghastly visages
- of ill-fated warriors, their eyes burning with an eternal hatred.
- A sharp keening grows louder in your ear, and the whistling of the wind comes to
- a halt as your downward spiral reaches an abrupt end. Your bones crack as the
- hard well-floor greets them and the keening fades, soon to be replaced by a soft
- chorus of harsh, disembodied whispers.
- The bottom of the Well of the Fallen.
- A somber light flickers from within bone-ensconced candles, their flames
- performing a lifeless dance as the faint, swirling wind spreads a nauseous reek
- within the well. The true surface of the floor remains a mystery, hidden beneath
- a gruesome coating of maggot-infested osseous remains. Empty eyes peer from the
- cracks and crevices of the rough, rounded walls, which extend upward as far as
- limited vision provides before being consumed by the oppressive darkness of the
- pit. Echoing from the nooks come cacophonous whispers, telling tales of the
- empty eternity doomed to mortal men.
- There are no obvious exits.
- The ethereal whispers abruptly hush as the spirits of three Rajamalan warriors
- emerge from the walls themselves, shortswords held menacingly before their
- lithe, translucent forms.
- 8121h, 6756m, 39505e, 23508w cexkdb- (20:46:28:741)
- With teeth bared aggressively, the spirit of a Rajamalan warrior lunges forward
- and sinks his phantasmal claws into your chest.
- Emitting an unearthly howl, the spirit of a Rajamalan warrior sinks his deadly
- maw into your neck and clamps down tightly around it.
- With teeth bared aggressively, the spirit of a Rajamalan warrior lunges forward
- and sinks his phantasmal claws into your chest.
- Your shield completely absorbs the damage.
- 7716h, 6756m, 39505e, 23508w cexkdb- (20:46:28:880)(-405 Health)
- <trying to move out of the room somehow>
- You look about yourself, rubbing your chin thoughtfully.
- 7708h, 6756m, 39505e, 23874w cexkdb- (20:48:18:541)
- The words of the Eternal Warrior echo distantly from above, "Are you always this
- docile, Wyrm?"
- You rip into the spirit of a Rajamalan warrior with your massive, deadly claws.
- The rumbling crescendos to a deafening roar, shaking loose dust and bits of bone
- particles from above to shower down upon you. As the flames of the candles dance
- violently beneath the earthen avalanche, the reverberation adopts the bellowing
- voice of Lord Matsuhama, and His words ring in your ears, "So begins the journey
- of the Scion. May you rise above the fallen, and begin your ascent to
- Immortality!"
- The rumbling fades into the distance and the dust settles on the osseous layer
- covering the floor, revealing a ladder seemingly formed from the wall itself.
- The bottom of the Well of the Fallen.
- A somber light flickers from within bone-ensconced candles, their flames
- performing a lifeless dance as the faint, swirling wind spreads a nauseous reek
- within the well. The true surface of the floor remains a mystery, hidden beneath
- a gruesome coating of maggot-infested osseous remains. Empty eyes peer from the
- cracks and crevices of the rough, rounded walls, which extend upward as far as
- limited vision provides before being consumed by the oppressive darkness of the
- pit. Echoing from the nooks come cacophonous whispers, telling tales of the
- empty eternity doomed to mortal men. Numerous rungs of a makeshift ladder ascend
- the dirt wall on the eastern side of the pit bottom.
- There are no obvious exits.
- 8121h, 6756m, 39285e, 24108w cexkdb- (20:49:32:720)pull ladder
- You manage to climb three, maybe four rungs of the ladder before the decaying
- remains of an Atavian swoop from below and, with a rough tug on your ankle, pull
- you back to the bottom of the well.
- The decaying remains of an Atavian lifts himself quickly into the air and, with
- deadly grace, dives forward toward your neck.
- The decaying remains of an Atavian stretches his wings to full span and with a
- vigorous shake, buffets you with a deadly force of wind.
- You rip into the decaying remains of an Atavian with your massive, deadly claws.
- You have scored a CRITICAL hit!
- The familiar rumbling begins to build from deep below the pit bottom and the
- candles, still held firmly in their bone sconces, send flickering flames up the
- cavern's walls.
- You ascend the roughshod ladder as quickly as possibly, one shaking hand over
- the other until, with an exhausted and disappointed shake of your head, you
- reach the apex.
- The rumbling soon adopts the voice of the Eternal Warrior again, each word
- sending dangerous tremours through the well. With deafening clarity you hear,
- "Carried from village to village on the invisible wings of lesser men's gossip,
- so shall your name live."
- The inner walls shudder violently at the sound of a sharp *CRACK*, and the voice
- is gone immediately. As the flames settle into their usual, lifeless dance, the
- only remaining evidence of the booming voice is revealed: a sizable fissure
- spanning vertically high above your head.
- You ascend the roughshod ladder as quickly as possibly, one shaking hand over
- the other until, with an exhausted and disappointed shake of your head, you
- reach the apex.
- p fissure
- A web-like pattern of interconnecting cracks stretch just near eye level. From
- within blows a cool, clean breeze. The soft crackle of flame can be heard from
- inside, suggesting a relative peace from the well.
- The edges of the fissure crumble and give way surprisingly easily to your
- experimental prodding, revealing a larger pathway into the earth itself. The
- quietness from within remains for one peaceful moment, before being replaced by
- the echoed chorus of dozens of skittering legs.
- You have no time to react before a sea of overgrown spiders bursts forth from
- the newly-made cavern's darkness. The arachnids, reeking of death, swarm over
- your body and overwhelmingly drag you back to the floor below.
- With an insidious hiss, a large, skeletal spider rises itself on its back legs
- and falls forward toward your chest.
- With an insidious hiss, a large, skeletal spider rises itself on its back legs
- and falls forward toward your chest.
- Your shield completely absorbs the damage.
- With an insidious hiss, a large, skeletal spider rises itself on its back legs
- and falls forward toward your chest.
- Your shield completely absorbs the damage.
- From the spinnerets of a large, skeletal spider burst a webbing reeking of rot,
- aimed toward your chest.
- A large, skeletal spider attempts to transfix you, but succeeds only in curing
- your blindness.
- Another wave of skeletal arachnids flow from the fissure above the ladder, their
- legs skittering precariously as they approach.
- Little time passes before the thunderous voice of Lord Matsuhama returns.
- Numerous small cracks spread and elongate throughout the walls of the well as
- His words resonate, "And so the masses of men attempted to ensnare their Hero,
- weaving webs of deceit to capture him, their Hero, within their own bindings of
- mortality!"
- A sharp crack sounds above your head as the earth violently resettles itself,
- and a thin but steady stream of water mixed with blood and bone begins to
- drizzle from the darkness above.
- p ladder
- The tall ladder is meant to be used to climb high trees in order to harvest the
- fruits hanging from above.
- It weighs about 15 pounds.
- You ascend the roughshod ladder as quickly as possibly, one shaking hand over
- the other until, with an exhausted and disappointed shake of your head, you
- reach the apex.
- l
- High atop a dirt-hewn ladder.
- Perched atop the deceptively high ladder only exaggerates the depth of the well.
- The walls continue to stretch above until disappearing into darkness, while the
- ground floor is barely visible by candlelight. The reek of decay is less
- oppressive here, projecting a false sense of security. A large opening is torn
- into the side of the well here, the inside bathed in darkness. Numerous rungs of
- a makeshift ladder ascend the dirt wall on the eastern side of the pit bottom.
- You see a single exit leading in.
- in
- An intimate alcove within the well wall.
- Candles of the same make from outside this alcove adorn the walls in here,
- although at a considerably less frequency. The air, which offers little in terms
- of moisture, seems to stand still within this chamber, providing only an idle
- whiff of death from the pit outside. Bordered by a small ring of candles is the
- form of an outstretched arm capped by closed granite fist, extended from the
- ground below. From one of the stone fingers gleams an expertly crafted black
- onyx band.
- There are no obvious exits.
- Hewn from a single onyx stone, this ring has been carved to resemble the head of
- a stout ram. Two wicked horns jut from the beast's skull, curving around the
- finger to form a band that grips the flesh of its wearer with tenacity. The
- ridges upon each horn have been tooled with the utmost detail, and the mark of
- the Battlelord has been etched upon its brow, reflecting the greatest care taken
- with its craftsmanship. Two glacial diamonds have been set within the ram's eye
- sockets, their glistening surface faintly luminous, giving the ring a dominant,
- but eerie look that implies the strength and authority of its owner.
- It weighs 1 ounce(s).
- With tremendous effort, you manage to pull the black onyx ring free of the stony
- grasp holding it.
- The walls of the inner sanctum begin to shudder subtly in response to a low,
- unearthly growl.
- The growl crescendos to a roar and the flames of the candles dance violently as
- the room shakes. From outside the room you hear the unmistakable groaning of the
- walls as their very foundation is rattled.
- A mighty tear sounds from outside and water begins to gush outside the intimate
- room. The roar's intensity increases even more, and once again the voice of Lord
- Matsuhama sends violent tremors through the well, "From the clutch of the weak,
- the ill, the lazy, that is where the Hero will snatch his Immortality!"
- The roar mingles with the heavy rush of water from outside, and with no warning
- the granite fist extends its digits and with a forceable blow, knocks you out of
- the room.
- High atop a dirt-hewn ladder.
- Numerous rungs of a makeshift ladder ascend the dirt wall on the eastern side of
- the pit bottom.
- You see a single exit leading in.
- The gruesome mixture of water, blood and bones climbs at a steady pace as it
- pours from multiple fissures above. As the level ascends, so do you, floating
- awkwardly atop the aqueous substance.
- 8121h, 6756m, 39283e, 24816w cexkdb- (20:53:24:83)p band
- Hewn from a single onyx stone, this ring has been carved to resemble the head of
- a stout ram. Two wicked horns jut from the beast's skull, curving around the
- finger to form a band that grips the flesh of its wearer with tenacity. The
- ridges upon each horn have been tooled with the utmost detail, and the mark of
- the Battlelord has been etched upon its brow, reflecting the greatest care taken
- with its craftsmanship. Two glacial diamonds have been set within the ram's eye
- sockets, their glistening surface faintly luminous, giving the ring a dominant,
- but eerie look that implies the strength and authority of its owner.
- It weighs 1 ounce(s).
- With a final surge, the watery elevator forcefully catapults you from the depths
- of the Well of the Fallen. Muted shrieks of desperation echo momentarily in your
- head before, finally, all of them have silenced.
- A brilliant bonfire north of the Well.
- Obsidian staff held firmly in hand, Tyyana, Herald of the Host stands here. A
- Scrula war chieftain raises his four weapons and snarls defensively at your
- arrival. The Eldre'Quessar, Dumah Lucoster de Soulis is here. Matsuhama, the
- Eternal Warrior looms nearby, a look of careful observation crossing His stoic
- features.
- There are no obvious exits.
- Tyyana, Herald of the Host's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
- You say in a deep, growling voice, "Ah. Apologies for the delay. I hadn't known
- if it was a maze and it would be disrespectful to slay the spirits, or if it was
- as You intended."
- You say in a deep, growling voice, "I have the band, my Lord."
- You display a rugged looking onyx band for all in the room to see.
- You bow respectfully to Tyyana, Herald of the Host.
- You give a rugged looking onyx band to Matsuhama.
- This woman, short in stature, maintains all the lithe features inherent in
- Tsol'aa women, yet keeps them mostly hidden beneath a thick riding cloak. The
- garment itself drapes loosely from the woman's slender shoulders and down to the
- floor; the soft swishing of which providing the only warning of her advance. The
- cloak, held loosely together in the front by the tied end of the tuft of a
- lion's tail, appears to be entirely fashioned from the beast itself. A mottled
- firey red and orange fur, surprisingly soft to the touch, spreads over the body
- of the cloak, while the great animal's mane has been cut to adorn the hood of
- the cloak. She loosely holds a long, slender staff hewn of obsidian in her right
- hand, the archaic symbol of three interlocked triangles barely visible above her
- deceivingly frail-looking digits.
- Tyyana, Herald of the Host looks to be crushingly strong.
- She weighs about 170 pounds.
- She is loyal to Matsuhama.
- You see nothing in it.
- The Eldre'Quessar, Dumah Lucoster de Soulis says, "They're rather nice bands
- aren't they."
- You see Tyyana, Herald of the Host shout, "And let it be known that the mighty
- dragon, Rean, has officially begun his journey toward Immortality, and become a
- brother of the Host of Lord Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior!"
- Matsuhama grants you entrance into the Divine Order of Matsuhama, the Eternal
- Warrior. Congratulations!
- The Eldre'Quessar, Dumah Lucoster de Soulis says, "Shame you didn't want to keep
- yours!"
- Daevos tells you, "Congratulations."
- Bayla tells you, "Cheer!"
- Comprehension flashes across your face.
- Lenneth tells you, "Whee congrats."
- Kagrato tells you, "Congrats."
- Gareyth tells you, "Cool... whatd ya do?"
- You cough softly.
- The following members of the Order of Matsuhama are in the realms:
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior
- The Eldre'Quessar, Dumah Lucoster de Soulis
- Matsuhama smirks.
- (Order): Matsuhama says, "Greetings, Rean."
- Scatter tells you, "Hi."
- Phe tells you, "Congratulations!"
- Message #6473 Sent by Balthazaar
- 1/05/1:55 Woot! Congrats!
- (Scions of Battle): Plyth says, "Congratulations, Rean."
- (Order): You say, "Hail, my Lord."
- Scatter tells you, "Question what exactly is meant by that."
- (Order): Dumah says, "Welcome."
- Scatter tells you, "Are you working towards being a demi god ?"
- (Order): You say, "Erm. Sorry for the stumbling along the way."
- A brilliant bonfire north of the Well.
- A brilliant flame dances in what little wind blows here, deafening crackles and
- pops sounding from its massive form. Stars of various shape and size move at a
- rapid pace in the dark sky above, forming majestic constellations for just brief
- moments before moving on to the next. Whiffs of spices and cooked meats are
- carried by the subtle breeze, while a mixed chorus of cheering men is barely
- audible between the bonfire's percussion. Obsidian staff held firmly in hand,
- Tyyana, Herald of the Host stands here. A Scrula war chieftain raises his four
- weapons and snarls defensively at your arrival. Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior
- looms nearby, a look of careful observation crossing His stoic features. The
- Eldre'Quessar, Dumah Lucoster de Soulis is here.
- There are no obvious exits.
- A mighty Scrula war chieftain offers a rough grunt, and a slight congratulatory
- nod of his head.
- Darroth tells you, "Grats."
- You tell Darroth Vallah, "Thankyou!"
- You tell Warlock Mage Gareyth Storm-Montenegro, "I gained entry to the Lord's
- Order."
- You tell Lenneth Wolfstamme-Lokelinde, "Thank you."
- You tell Kagrato, "Thankyou!"
- Gareyth tells you, "Ah cool."
- You tell Sentinel Wolf Bayla Wolfstamme-Stormwind, "Thank you."
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says, "Rean, meet My Herald of the Host, Tyyana."
- (Ashtan): Lenneth says, "Congratulations, Rean."
- You say in a deep, growling voice, "Hail, Lady Herald."
- You bow respectfully to Tyyana, Herald of the Host.
- Tyyana, Herald of the Host inclines her head politely.
- Kagrato tells you, "Long time no see."
- This woman, short in stature, maintains all the lithe features inherent in
- Tsol'aa women, yet keeps them mostly hidden beneath a thick riding cloak. The
- garment itself drapes loosely from the woman's slender shoulders and down to the
- floor; the soft swishing of which providing the only warning of her advance. The
- cloak, held loosely together in the front by the tied end of the tuft of a
- lion's tail, appears to be entirely fashioned from the beast itself. A mottled
- firey red and orange fur, surprisingly soft to the touch, spreads over the body
- of the cloak, while the great animal's mane has been cut to adorn the hood of
- the cloak. She loosely holds a long, slender staff hewn of obsidian in her right
- hand, the archaic symbol of three interlocked triangles barely visible above her
- deceivingly frail-looking digits.
- Tyyana, Herald of the Host looks to be crushingly strong.
- The Eldre'Quessar, Dumah Lucoster de Soulis says, "I think he smells a little
- bit like cheese."
- Dumah pokes at you urgently.
- The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
- Tyyana, Herald of the Host says, "You have been most impressive as a Scion,
- Rean. Do not disappoint us as a Brother."
- You nod your head at Tyyana, Herald of the Host.
- You say in a deep, growling voice, "I intend to become the first Dragon to truly
- utilize the potential strength of the mighty race."
- (Order): Dumah says, "It's good to have a fresh face here. I was beginning to
- get lonely."
- (Order): You say, "I can imagine."
- (Order): Dumah says, "Not that you aren't good company, Lord."
- You say in a deep, growling voice, "I will not disappoint you, Lady Herald. This
- I promise."
- Tyyana, Herald of the Host smiles encouragingly and nods.
- (Order): Dumah says, "As with the Scions clan, there are a few help files
- written for the Order which I'd like you to disregard for the moment."
- Tears flow freely from your eyes as Matsuhama appoints you to Recruit.
- (Order): You say, "Ah, okay."
- (Order): Dumah says, "I mean feel free to read them but they're not all relevant
- anymore."
- (Order): Dumah says, "I'll be working on that."
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says, "I think I will bring the Archdragon here,
- now, to discuss some matters of importance."
- Rean swells with pride and lets his face divide into a large, toothy smile.
- Dumah nods his head emphatically.
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says to you, "For now, the band serves little
- purpose but as an outward symbol of your loyalty to Me."
- You nod your head emphatically.
- You say in a deep, growling voice, "Ah. May I have it back? I thought I should
- keep it, but I wasn't positive."
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says, "Such a generous soul."
- Matsuhama smirks.
- Matsuhama gives a rugged looking onyx band to you.
- The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says, "Do not lose it again."
- You say in a deep, growling voice, "Thank You my Lord."
- You are now wearing a rugged looking onyx band.
- You say in a deep, growling voice, "None will take it from me, not even in
- death."
- Matsuhama nods His head at you.
- Matsuhama, the Eternal Warrior says, "I will speak with you again in a moment.
- For now, I'll set you back where you are most comfortable."
- You say in a deep, growling voice, "Thank You, my Lord."
- North of New Thera (road). (Central Wilderness)
- The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A rune like a lightning bolt has been
- sketched into the ground here. There are 4 lottery boxes here. A polished wooden
- sign is nailed to a small tree here. A ladder of long, soft leaves comprises a
- wispy Weaver's Fern along the ground. A dyed gold poster bearing the title
- "Sabiru!" has been hung here. There are 2 pikes with the head of Deladan on it
- here. There are 2 pikes with the head of Merador on it here. A pike with the
- decapitated head of Tanris has been erected. A flame-charred chariot pulled by
- demonic goats stands here. Standing still as a statue, a blood steed has fixed
- its fiery red eyes on some movement in the distance. The shadow of Tuerney casts
- a pall across the room, a dark reminder that its master cannot be far away.
- Looking ready for anything, a hulking war elephant stands here. Tordek is here.
- Saadya, the Hanging Carcass is here. Calamiddes Yusef, the Calamitous is riding
- on a war elephant. He wields a needle-pointed dirk in his left hand and a Shield
- of Absorption in his right.
- You see exits leading north, southeast, south, southwest, and northwest.
- You are transported by the power of the Divine.
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