A variety of mobs for the last free Ursal settlement of Kabulah. Female warriors are the main members
of the settlement, with shamanic males watching over them. The leader will be recognized as a Matron
of her clan. By her side will be the a male shaman and below him, his priests. The Ursal are lightly
armored, wearing mostly leathers and some very, very light metal--mostly used for decoration. They
paint their bodies in light blue paint. Fur colours are cream to white with some grey. Mob count in
all is 10 named mobs and 15 general mobs. Name them as you like. They do not have surnames, as their
clan is their family. Ursal who have no clan take on surnames and form tribal bands under their banners.

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                                           NAMED MOBS
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SHORT:  Hargahna, the Matron of Kabulah
ROOM:   Her enormous form decked in leather and metal, Matron Hargahna stands here imposingly.
ENTER:  Her magnificent form reminiscent of a proud airship, Matron Hargahna glides in from the DIR.
EXIT:   With remarkable grace, Matron Hargahna departs to the DIR.
DEAD:   Noble even in death, Matron Hargahna lies here amid yards of bloodsoaked silk and leather.
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SHORT:  Jhak, an Ursal priest
ROOM:   Absently toying with the hilt of an ivory knife, Jhak loiters here.
ENTER:  Heavy paw settled on the hilt of his knife, Jhak saunters in from the DIR.
EXIT:   Jhak saunters out to the DIR, robes brushing against the ground.
DEAD:   His lithe form cloven almost in two, Jhak has been slaughtered and left to rot.
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SHORT:  Terghul, the shaman of Kabulah
ROOM:   Naked but for blue paint and a leather wrap, Terghul loiters here, swaying and chanting.
ENTER:  Wreathed in the pungent scent of sweat and warpaint, Terghul ambles in from the DIR.
EXIT:   Terghul meanders out to the DIR, painted form swaying from side to side.
DEAD:   Intricate bodypaint smeared with blood, Terghul lies here in a bloody heap.
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Towering over his fellows at six and a half feet tall, this corpulent, cream-furred ursal bears a perpetual scowl of piggy annoyance. He is, in a word, mountainous, with a heavy frame and sagging, voluminous gut. His heavy, spadelike paws clutch the cracked bone handle of an enormous cleaver, and the apron of soggy leather that clings desperately to his body is splattered with grease and darker stains. The huge Ursal reeks of dried meat and smoke, among other, far less savoury scents.

SHORT:  Gron, a gargantuan Ursal cook
ROOM:   Clad in an apron and precious little else, Gron's large frame looms over the area.
ENTER:  The hulking, gelatinous form of Gron thunders in from the DIR.
EXIT:   With a growl like the rumble of a mountain, Gron shambles out to the DIR.
DEAD:   Gron lies here in a heap of mangled flesh, blood and grease splattered across his belarded frame.
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SHORT:  Kefgruk, a one-armed Ursal warrior
ROOM:   Pride writ in every line of her imposing form, Kefgruk leans on an oversized halberd here.
ENTER:  Kefgruk arrives from the DIR, planting the butt of her halberd against the ground.
EXIT:   Oversized halberd slung over her remaining shoulder, Kefgruk moves ponderously away to the DIR.
DEAD:   Broken and maimed, Kefgruk's bloody corpse has been abandoned here.
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Supporting a pike twice her height over her powerful shoulders, this proud Ursal woman strikes an imposing figure even when at ease.

SHORT:  Uhlrik, a grizzled Ursal veteran
ROOM:   Casting a proud, haughty glare over her surroundings, Uhlrik stands here, arms folded.
ENTER:  Heavy tread solid and measured, Uhlrik prowls in from the DIR.
EXIT:   Weapons and armour rattling, Uhlrik paces out to the DIR.
DEAD:   The mangled, bloody form of Uhlrik is here, propped up by her broken pike.
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This female Ursal is short and stout, dressed so heavily in leathers and furs that her shape is almost spherical. Her stub-snouted face peers out from a fur-lined hood, and her large, cumbersome paws are clad in thick woolen gloves. Strings of twine and leather hang from her belt, supporting a bewildering variety of gourds and fragrant-smelling pouches, and a large, half-full keg is clutched under one thick arm. The woman's gait is unsteady, and her eyes are glazed with the effects of some unknown intoxicant, likely from her own stores.

SHORT:  Kught, a dull-eyed Ursal brewer
ROOM:   Clearly under the influence of her own brews, Kught stands here, swaying from side to side.
ENTER:  Kught cruises languidly in from the DIR, talking animatedly to nobody in particular.
EXIT:   With a low, content grunt, Kught ambles unsteadily out to the DIR.
DEAD:   Curled around a sundered, empty keg, Kught lies here dead.
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Despite being a number of years past his prime, this tall, powerfully muscled Ursal male is a broad, imposing figure. His thick, shaggy pelt is snow-white, contrasting sharply with the dark shades and gleaming silver ornamentation of his hide armour, and his blunt snout and protruding brow are decorated with short slashes of pale blue bodypaint. Powerful, spadelike paws are clad in hardened leather gauntlets that bare the hunter's palms and stubby black claws to the air, and a cap of similar composition sits atop his rounded skull. Swathes of hairless scar tissue decorate his arms and face, a particularily vicious example twisting his black lips into a permanent half-grimace. A tooled leather quiver is strung over the hunter's back, stuffed with white-fletched arrows, and an enormous ivory longbow is clasped in Idrhek's crushingly powerful grip.

SHORT:  Idrhek, a white-furred Ursal huntmaster
ROOM:   Inspecting his magnificent longbow carefully, Idrhek pauses here, white fur gleaming.
ENTER:  Snuffing at the air, Idrhek stalks in from the DIR.
EXIT:   The white-furred form of Idrhek lopes out to the DIR.
DEAD:   Resting atop a sundered longbow, Idrhek's bloody corpse lies here.
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Judging by the horrendous scarring that twists across her face and the crudely carved wooden prosthesis replacing her right leg, Khorghan has seen more than her fair share of violent conflict. Small for an Ursal of her advanced age, she is nevertheless solid and powerful, with deep-set, gleaming eyes and proud, haughty posture. A pair of enormous cutlasses are scabbarded at her waist, their weathered bone hilts wrapped in well-used, polished leather. She is clad in boiled leather armour over a coarse woolen tunic, with several trailing panels of wool and leather hanging from her waist to protect her lower body and stumpy tail. Delicate, vine-like spirals of of silver and gold decorate the edges of her armour and each of her two scabbards, and a number of intricately-carved bone and ivory rings gleam on her blunt fingers. Wool and hide wrappings guard her remaining leg, over which is strapped a hardened leather sandal.

SHORT:  Khorghan, a scarred Ursal captain
ROOM:   Heavy paws resting on the hilts of a pair of oversized cutlasses, Khorghan glowers at her surroundings.
ENTER:  With lopsided, clunking steps, Khorghan limps out to the DIR.
EXIT:   A measured series of thumps and scrapes precede Khorghan's arrival from the DIR.
DEAD:   Blood pooling beneath her shattered form, Khorghan lies here slain.
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This frail, rickety old Ursal is eighty if he's a day, with patchy, ashen fur and small, sunken eyes. His movements are jerky and spasmodic, lacking the grace and surety demonstrated by the smooth lines of the carvings strung from the Ursal's wrap. The few teeth remaining in his black gums are blunt and yellow, and his breath wheezes from his slack lips with even the slightest exertion. A haphazard wrap of wool and hide covers the bonecarver's bony form, stuffed with bundled chisels, scraps of wood and numerous short, gnarled lengths of bone.

SHORT:  Jhuragh, a geriatric Ursal bonecarver
ROOM:   Shaggy frame hunched over his tools, Jhuragh stands unsteadily here.
ENTER:  Jhuragh totters in from the DIR, clutching his tools to his shaggy chest.
EXIT:   With a pained grunt of exertion, Jhuragh totters out to the DIR.
DEAD:   Jhuragh lies here dead, thin body shattered and broken.
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Barely three feet tall, this young Ursal is clad in a coarse, stained woolen tunic and leather foot-wrappings, and practically trembles with poorly-contained energy. His bright amber gaze darts here and there restlessly, and his stubby, rounded ears perk at each new sound. His cream-coloured fur is fuzzy and unkempt, and has yet to grow into the sleek pelt of an adult; his claws, too, are still those of a cub, mere scraps of nail at the end of his wide, heavy paws. A haphazard attempt at emulating his elder's warpaint has been made, resulting in a lopsided stripe of bright blue crossing the cub's brow and left cheek. A heavy, splintered stick serves the cub as a proud spear, and he waves it about with careless, reckless enthusiasm.

SHORT:  a stout Ursal cub
ROOM:   Stubby paws clutching a wooden stick, a stout Ursal cub lingers here.
ENTER:  Wide paws throwing up dust, a stout Ursal cub tumbles in from the DIR.
EXIT:   With a wavering, high-pitched roar, a stout Ursal cub charges out to the DIR.
DEAD:   Bright eyes dulled by death, an Ursal cub lies here slain.
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SHORT:  a lithe Ursal craftsman
ROOM:   Pausing in his work, a lithe Ursal craftsman stands here, hefting a mallet.
ENTER:  Running a critical eye over his surroundings, an Ursal craftsman stomps in from the DIR.
EXIT:   With a low, disdainful huff, an Ursal craftsman ambles away to the DIR.
DEAD:   A murdered Ursal craftsman sprawls across the bloody earth here.
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SHORT:  an enormous Ursal axeman
ROOM:   A huge, barrel-chested Ursal is here, his broad-bladed axe slung over one shoulder.
ENTER:  An enormous Ursal axeman lopes in from the DIR, heavy paws thumping against the ground.
EXIT:   Voicing a low, rumbling growl, an enormous Ursal axeman stomps out to the DIR.
DEAD:   Axe pinned beneath his enormous bulk, a savagely maimed Ursal axeman lies here, dead.
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SHORT:  a robed, cowled Ursal priest
ROOM:   Face all but obscured, a robed Ursal priest lingers here, heavy paws clasped together.
ENTER:  Bulky form moving with surprisingly quiet steps, an Ursal priest ambles out to the DIR.
EXIT:   With startling stealth, an Ursal priest arrives from the DIR.
DEAD:   A Ursal priest lies here in a pile of leather and bloody fur.
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SHORT:  a harried Ursal messenger
ROOM:   Shedding fur and a few scraps of paper, a harried Ursal messenger darts past.
ENTER:  Stumbling over herself in her haste, an Ursal messenger sprints in from the DIR.
EXIT:   Clutching an unruly sheaf of paper to herself, an Ursal messenger sprints out to the DIR.
DEAD:   Finally freed from her stressful duty, an Ursal messenger lies here in a bloody heap.
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SHORT:  a sharp-eyed Ursal spearwoman
ROOM:   Sharp eyes roving the area, an Ursal spearwoman stands here attentively.
ENTER:  Spear-haft tapping against the ground, an Ursal spearwoman strides out to the DIR.
EXIT:   An Ursal spearwoman strides in from the DIR, casting a wary glance over the area.
DEAD:   Spear as broken as her body, an Ursal spearwoman lies here dead.
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SHORT:  a pale-furred Ursal youth
ROOM:   With lanky limbs and pale, spiky fur, an Ursal youth pauses here.
ENTER:  With a low huff of breath and a loud thump, an Ursal youth vaults in from the DIR.
EXIT:   A pale-furred Ursal youth takes off to the DIR, wide paws thumping against the ground.
DEAD:   Crimson marring his white pelt, an Ursal youth lies here, brutally murdered.
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SHORT:  a broad-shouldered Ursal labourer
ROOM:   A powerful Ursal labourer stands here, broad back bowed beneath a stack of lumber.
ENTER:  A broad-shouldered Ursal labourer arrives from the DIR.
EXIT:   With a rolling, lopsided gait, a broad-shouldered Ursal labourer departs to the DIR.
DEAD:   Sprawled over a scattered pile of split logs, an Ursal labourer lies here dead.
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SHORT:  a shaggy Ursal clansman
ROOM:   Shaggy pelt criss-crossed with scars, a barrel-chested Ursal warrior stands here.
ENTER:  With a heavy, measured gait, a shaggy Ursal clansman lopes in from the DIR.
EXIT:   A shaggy Ursal clansman offers his surroundings a low huff and lopes out to the DIR.
DEAD:   Hide rent in a dozen places, a shaggy Ursal clansman lies here slain.
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SHORT:  a scruffy Ursal trader
ROOM:   Wearing twice as many rings as she has fingers, a dispossessed Ursal trader stands here.
ENTER:  Preceded by the rattle and swish of her accouterments, an Ursal trader ambles in from the DIR.
EXIT:   Gazing disdainfully down her stubby snout, an Ursal trader ambles out to the DIR.
DEAD:   Fine clothing stained with blood, a slain Ursal trader lies here in pieces.
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With rheumy eyes almost as silver as his hoary pelt, this ancient, stooped Ursal male is clad in the vestments of the priesthood and leans heavily on a gnarled redwood cane. Wavering lines of pale blue paint decorate his blunt snout and shaggy cheeks, and a pattern of old, regular scarring decorates his lower arms and the backs of his paws. He moves with the shuffling, unsteady gait of the very old, and his breath comes in loud huffs and wheezes.

SHORT:  a silver-pelted Ursal priest
ROOM:   Blinking owlishly, a dignified Ursal priest pauses here.
ENTER:  A silver-pelted Ursal priest shuffles in from the DIR.
EXIT:   Huffing loudly, a silver-pelted Ursal priest shuffles out to the DIR.
DEAD:   Dignified to the last, an Ursal priest slumps here, slain.
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SHORT:  a lanky Ursal hunter
ROOM:   Clan in tooled leather and warpaint, a lanky Ursal hunter waits here.
ENTER:  With careful steps, a lanky Ursal hunter arrives from the DIR.
EXIT:   A lanky Ursal hunter steps carefully out to the DIR.
DEAD:   An Ursal hunter lies here in a pool of her own blood, mangled almost beyond recognition.
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SHORT:  a muscular Ursal blacksmith
ROOM:   Surrounded by the stink of hot metal, an Ursal blacksmith pauses here.
ENTER:  An Ursal blacksmith ambles out to the DIR, a large hammer clutched in his paw.
EXIT:   An Ursal blacksmith ambles in from the DIR, hefting a forging hammer.
DEAD:   Hammer clutched in a deathgrip, an Ursal blacksmith is sprawled here in his own blood.
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SHORT:  a young Ursal gatherer
ROOM:   Leather pouches stuffed with herbs and greenery, a young Ursal gatherer searches for edible plants.
ENTER:  Gaze fixed at ground level, a young Ursal gatherer picks her way DIR.
EXIT:   Casting her amber eyes about for edible greenery, a young Ursal gatherer steps in from the DIR.
DEAD:   Surrounded by crushed, scattered greenery, a slain Ursal gatherer lies here in a heap.
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This shaggy-pelted Ursal man looks to be just escaping the confines of young adulthood, with thick fur and heavily muscled limbs. Stinking of and spilt booze

SHORT:  a belligerent Ursal drunk
ROOM:   Slurring demands and curses, a belligerent Ursal drunk loiters here.
ENTER:  Heavy frame swaying drunkenly, a belligerent Ursal arrives unsteadily from the DIR.
EXIT:   With an indecipherable spate of slurred cursing, a belligerent Ursal drunk departs DIR.
DEAD:   His blood slowly seeping from his shattered frame, an Ursal drunk lies here dead.
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