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The burly, flat-nosed half-giant squints towards you.

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Four men and three women enter the tavern and take a seat at a large table in the west corner.

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At your seat, the woman with sun faded curls says in tribal-accented sirihish, laughing as she looks
at her fiery red round candy, lifting it to sniff it curiously:
     "Rhett got me like a whole sampler kit of all the Kurac candies. My favorite so far was the
blue ones. They're hot and spicy but sweet like kalans."

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l burly
(You look down at the burly, flat-nosed half-giant.)
As though flattened against his face by a brawl at an early age,
this half-giant's nose sprawls out above his fat lips.  Thick legs
and burly arms sprout from his heavy, poorly defined torso, and he
probably has to hunch to stand upright indoors.  His thick, frizzy
hair falls from his head in a tangled mess, leaving barely enough
space for his deeply sunken brown eyes to see.  However, he keeps a
watchful eye on his surroundings from the vantage of his immense height.
The burly, flat-nosed half-giant is in excellent condition.

The burly, flat-nosed half-giant is using:
<around neck>            a spiked duskhorn collar
<across back>            a heavy bone greatsword
<on torso>               a spiked duskhorn scalemail hauberk
<primary hand>           a bloodied twin-bladed bone axe
<as belt>                a leather swordbelt
<around body>            a hooded, dun-colored dustcloak
<about waist>            a large black loincloth
<on legs>                a set of inix shell greaves
<on feet>                a pair of black leather boots

He is carrying:
nothing obvious

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ass burly
The burly, flat-nosed half-giant is in excellent condition.
The burly, flat-nosed half-giant looks completely rested.

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The woman with sun faded curls ooooohs, appreciatively, as she takes a sniff of her fiery red round
candy, before unwrapping it excitedly.

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em doesn't seem to notice !burly, spending ^me time looking down at ~bar.
The immense, blood-inked half-giant doesn't seem to notice him, spending your time looking down at a
long, carved wooden bar.

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You stop using your lucid, playful-rantarri carved longpipe.

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At your seat, the woman with sun faded curls says in tribal-accented sirihish, popping it in her
mouth:
     "Oh ho ho. This smells like it's got chuci peppers in it."

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em twirls ~Pipe between ^me fingers in a rather clumsy manner, soon placing it down in front of
!sun.
The immense, blood-inked half-giant twirls your lucid, playful-rantarri carved longpipe between your
fingers in a rather clumsy manner, soon placing it down in front of her.

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The woman with sun faded curls takes the last bite of her fiery red round candy.

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give pipe shame
You give your lucid, playful-rantarri carved longpipe to the woman with sun faded curls.

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ass -v burly
He is older than you.
He appears in adulthood for his race.
He is quite a bit shorter than you.
You are heavier than him.
The burly, flat-nosed half-giant is in excellent condition.
The burly, flat-nosed half-giant looks completely rested.
The burly, flat-nosed half-giant is armed.

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Smiling a bit at the twirling as she takes her lucid, playful-rantarri carved longpipe back in one
hand, the woman with sun faded curls gets her half eaten knobby red pepper from her burned leather
strapped, traveling knapsack, with the other hand.

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The woman with sun faded curls takes a bite of her half eaten knobby red pepper, as if to compare
the two.

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em lets out a yawn as #me shifts in ^me place, soon noticing !burly and then squinting.
The immense, blood-inked half-giant lets out a yawn as you shifts in your place, soon noticing him
and then squinting.

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The Storm's End Tavern [N, E, S, W, U, Quit]
   This building evidences the same architectural principles as the inner
wall and gate towers, but to a much lesser degree.  Its horns and spiked
flanges have either been worn with time or were designed to a more subtle
appearance.  Inside, veins of obsidian run along the ceiling and walls,
generating the impression of a cold, stony skin, black-blooded and evil.
   A massive wooden bar, stained to a deep grey and lacquered to a mirror
shine, dominates the eastern half of the room.  An image of an eclipsed sun,
the paint vivid and fresh, blazes along the front of the bar, the rays
reaching the full length of it.  The walls appear to have been scrubbed till
they shine with the deep malevolence only limitless black can hold.
   A stone stairway curls around itself, spiraling up through the veined
ceiling.  To the north, an impressive archway leads the way to a
laughter-filled spice den.
A hardwood barstool is here.
The Luir's Outpost Bulletin Board is here, propped up on a stand.
The opal-eyed young woman is sitting at a long, carved wooden bar.
The woman with sun faded curls is standing at a long, carved wooden bar, looking a bit winded.
A burly half-giant soldier with a flat nose stands hunched here.
The muscular, blue-eyed man stands quietly beside the bar here.
The darkly tanned innkeeper stands here, wiping his hands on his apron.

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At your seat, the opal-eyed young woman says in tribal-accented sirihish:
     "Night night."

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The opal-eyed young woman stands up from a long, carved wooden bar.

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wave opal
You wave to the opal-eyed young woman.

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The opal-eyed young woman walks south.

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The woman with sun faded curls glances down at herself, reaching for her new pair of ebon, raptor
-hide leggings, and tugging at them and readjusting how her intricate spinel-linked, duskhorn-carved
chain hangs above them across her hips.

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The smell of ale and burnt spice linger in the air, amid the conversation of the many patrons of
this tavern.

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l self
   As though chiseled entirely out of marble by an extremely skilled
crafter, this behemoth of a half-giant towers above most with incredible
ease.  His entire body is covered with heavily defined muscle, that some
might even describe as pleasing to the eye, with little to no fat clinging
to his frame.  A large, full beard sits upon his gang-inked face, diverting
into three different braided strands, loaded with all sorts of bone
trinkets.  Great, wide shoulders lead downward to a carved back, boasting a
lifetime of heavy work and combat within the rivets and valleys of his
muscular body.  Tree-trunk sized arms, painted with inks from the various
gangs inside the Rinth hang at his side, occasionally interrupting the ink
with old scars.  Two massive pectorals similar in size to a human head lay
overlooking his roughly-hewn core, with six distinct muscles pushing outward
from his abdomen.  Rivetting downward from his core, carving out the path
below lays his muscular groin, with brawny legs jutting out from the bottom
of his torso.  Ink, similar in color to that of fresh blood coats his skin
in various patterns and runic symbols, occasionally glazing over some old
gruesome scars.  Rugged, thick long dirty-brown colored hair cascades across
his broad, mountain-like shoulders ending one-fourth of the way down his
back, with emerald-hued eyes peering out from their sockets.

A large amount of tiny braids are spread all about his massive beard.
The immense, blood-inked half-giant is in excellent condition.

<on head>                a blackened etched, obsidian-plated barbute helm
<around neck>            a jet-colored, chitin gorget
<about throat>           a ruby-eyed mekillot pendant
<slung across back>      a bloodied massive bone cleaver
<on torso>               a blackened obsidian breastplate
<over left shoulder>     a brown-spotted tan pelt
<on arms>                a pair of black, jet-colored chitin armbands
<around right wrist>     a sweat-stained durrit-claw bracer
<around left wrist>      a sweat-stained durrit-claw bracer
<on forearms>            a set of dented, strapped chitin plates
<on right middle finger> a massive, skull-carved ring
<on left middle finger>  a bloodied massive, skull-carved ring
<as belt>                a red linen sash
<hung from belt>         a bloodied massive bone cleaver
<hung from belt>         the shrunken head of a hulking braxat
<on legs>                a blackened pair of glossy, jet-black chitin chausses
<around right ankle>     a long strand of carved raptor teeth
<around left ankle>      a woven grass bracelet
<on feet>                a pair of grey pouched boots

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talk (looking at ^sun apparel) Dat' Rhett sure does treat'yuh rel' nice-like.
At your seat, you say in sirihish, looking at her apparel:
     "Dat' Rhett sure does treat'yuh rel' nice-like."

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who
Immortals
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There are 0 visible Immortals currently in the world.

There are 29 players currently in the world, other than yourself.

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At your seat, the woman with sun faded curls says in tribal-accented sirihish, glancing outside and
slipping aside onto a stool:
     "Think I'mma be ready to head out around Dawn. You still got the energy? Oh... yeah, he does,
at that. He's talented enough to be an artisan for one of the big houses, but..."

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contact amayla
You suffer from use of the Way.
You are unable to reach their mind.

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cease
Ok.

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At your seat, the woman with sun faded curls says in tribal-accented sirihish:
     "... he's dune blood, as I am, and doesn't like to be pinned down, so he just sorta makes and
sells a bunch of random shit. He's great at making things though."

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At your seat, the woman with sun faded curls says in tribal-accented sirihish, touching her
intricate spinel-linked, duskhorn-carved chain:
     "The leggings I got from Salarr, but he actually made me this belt thing."

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The rugged, darkly-tanned man walks in from the south.

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The burly, flat-nosed half-giant leans over the bar to whisper to the darkly tanned innkeeper, eying
you.

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The rugged, darkly-tanned man walks back in, rubbing the back of his neck.

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The rugged, darkly-tanned man sits at a long, carved wooden bar.

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At your seat, the rugged, darkly-tanned man says in southern-accented sirihish:
     "Couldn't sleep."

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The darkly tanned innkeeper follows the burly, flat-nosed half-giant's gaze, lifting hands around
his mouth.

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l self
   As though chiseled entirely out of marble by an extremely skilled
crafter, this behemoth of a half-giant towers above most with incredible
ease.  His entire body is covered with heavily defined muscle, that some
might even describe as pleasing to the eye, with little to no fat clinging
to his frame.  A large, full beard sits upon his gang-inked face, diverting
into three different braided strands, loaded with all sorts of bone
trinkets.  Great, wide shoulders lead downward to a carved back, boasting a
lifetime of heavy work and combat within the rivets and valleys of his
muscular body.  Tree-trunk sized arms, painted with inks from the various
gangs inside the Rinth hang at his side, occasionally interrupting the ink
with old scars.  Two massive pectorals similar in size to a human head lay
overlooking his roughly-hewn core, with six distinct muscles pushing outward
from his abdomen.  Rivetting downward from his core, carving out the path
below lays his muscular groin, with brawny legs jutting out from the bottom
of his torso.  Ink, similar in color to that of fresh blood coats his skin
in various patterns and runic symbols, occasionally glazing over some old
gruesome scars.  Rugged, thick long dirty-brown colored hair cascades across
his broad, mountain-like shoulders ending one-fourth of the way down his
back, with emerald-hued eyes peering out from their sockets.

A large amount of tiny braids are spread all about his massive beard.
The immense, blood-inked half-giant is in excellent condition.

<on head>                a blackened etched, obsidian-plated barbute helm
<around neck>            a jet-colored, chitin gorget
<about throat>           a ruby-eyed mekillot pendant
<slung across back>      a bloodied massive bone cleaver
<on torso>               a blackened obsidian breastplate
<over left shoulder>     a brown-spotted tan pelt
<on arms>                a pair of black, jet-colored chitin armbands
<around right wrist>     a sweat-stained durrit-claw bracer
<around left wrist>      a sweat-stained durrit-claw bracer
<on forearms>            a set of dented, strapped chitin plates
<on right middle finger> a massive, skull-carved ring
<on left middle finger>  a bloodied massive, skull-carved ring
<as belt>                a red linen sash
<hung from belt>         a bloodied massive bone cleaver
<hung from belt>         the shrunken head of a hulking braxat
<on legs>                a blackened pair of glossy, jet-black chitin chausses
<around right ankle>     a long strand of carved raptor teeth
<around left ankle>      a woven grass bracelet
<on feet>                a pair of grey pouched boots

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The darkly tanned innkeeper shouts, in northern-accented sirihish:
     "Garrison!"

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stand
You push away from a long, carved wooden bar.

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em looks about for a moment, squinting.
The immense, blood-inked half-giant looks about for a moment, squinting.

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l w
To the west is Luir's Well.
[Near]
The dark-skinned, tattooed Kuraci lieutenant stands here, guarding the well.

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At a long, carved wooden bar, the woman with sun faded curls speaks, chuckling softly as she nods at
the rugged, darkly-tanned man, shifting her weight from one hip to the other.

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The rugged, darkly-tanned man blinks, looking at the darkly tanned innkeeper.

tell darkly (looking over) Wuz' da' problem?
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Looking over, you ask the rugged, darkly-tanned man, in sirihish:
     "Wuz' da' problem?"

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This is a bulletin board. See 'help board' for information on using this.

There are 44 messages on the board.
1 : [Sat Mar 12 19:41:43 2016] Rumors of a new kiln
2 : [Mon Aug  8 20:27:03 2016] Gazes Turned Upward in Luir's Outpost (Nergal)
3 : [Tue May  2 20:15:07 2017] The Rise of a Son (Akariel)
4 : [Tue May 23 02:04:24 2017] Kurac in Trouble? (Akariel)
5 : [Wed Apr  4 00:03:45 2018] Laws of Luir's Outpost (Akariel)
6 : [Wed Apr  4 00:09:11 2018] The Law: Witches in Luir's (Akariel)
7 : [Wed May 30 00:40:39 2018] Luirs Construction Ongoing
8 : [Fri Aug 31 00:31:39 2018] Eastern outpost construction at a fever pitch!
9 : [Sun Sep  2 01:16:24 2018] Eastern half of the outpost - now open to public?
10: [Thu Sep  6 14:34:15 2018] A dusty Nomad's Tale...
11: [Mon Nov 26 15:40:25 2018] Sorcery in the Scrubland!
12: [Thu Dec 20 14:29:47 2018] Where's the Ocotillo?
13: [Tue Feb 12 01:27:34 2019] Gith Danger
14: [Mon Mar 25 13:23:44 2019] Grey Smoke (Brokkr)
15: [Tue Dec 24 11:02:35 2019] A Dead Elf
16: [Sun Dec 29 14:26:30 2019] Gith-scalpers wanted, promises of glory!
17: [Wed Jan  1 11:29:11 2020] Tribal Forum
18: [Thu Jan  2 00:39:52 2020] Flames? A witch? In the Storm's End?
19: [Sat Jan  4 18:42:33 2020] Gossips in the local tavern
20: [Sun Jan  5 15:46:45 2020] Seeking Members for the Songbird Troupe of House Kurac
21: [Mon Jan  6 16:40:56 2020] Cannibalistic Raiders and Gith, OH MY!!
22: [Mon Jan 13 07:42:28 2020] Looking for hunters and grebbers for House Kurac
23: [Mon Jan 13 17:03:14 2020] Another head at the Western Gates, another warning...
24: [Mon Jan 13 17:19:55 2020] The White Skull Tribe
25: [Mon Jan 13 20:40:36 2020] Garrison Celebration
26: [Fri Jan 17 22:02:39 2020] A Death on Patrol
27: [Mon Jan 20 19:01:43 2020] Kadius is hiring
28: [Wed Jan 22 20:42:28 2020] The Garrison Recruiting
29: [Fri Jan 24 01:42:23 2020] A Two Moon at the Storm
30: [Fri Jan 24 01:57:16 2020] Another name to find for recruitment to the Garrison...
31: [Sun Jan 26 16:58:48 2020] Morin's a small Fiefdom of Raiders.
32: [Tue Jan 28 12:14:31 2020] Morins points a finger back!
33: [Sat Feb  1 19:52:57 2020] Burned Bodies and a Continues Lack of Sun Runners
34: [Sun Feb  2 05:39:18 2020] Rumours of gickery!
35: [Fri Feb  7 00:17:49 2020] Bullying by the Blazing Elf!
36: [Fri Feb  7 14:26:15 2020] A Friendly, Normal-Sized Two Moon Elf
37: [Wed Feb 12 16:53:18 2020] Elf claims to have survived a gaj encounter
38: [Thu Feb 13 17:17:33 2020] Remodeled Apartments on Sun's Road
39: [Fri Feb 14 15:02:09 2020] Gaj Sightings
40: [Wed Feb 19 19:59:13 2020] The Gaj Slain!
41: [Wed Feb 19 22:42:57 2020] The death of a Second
42: [Thu Feb 20 17:32:19 2020] Words of warning
43: [Fri Feb 21 14:59:54 2020] A colorful-headed fellow bellows around the bar....
44: [Sat Feb 22 22:31:44 2020] House Kurac is Hiring!

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The woman with sun faded curls looks to the darkly tanned innkeeper at the shout.

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run
You speed up to a fast run.

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think Dey' hate da' head..?
You think:
     "Dey' hate da' head..?"

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l s
South of here is Steel Road.
[Very far]
The chestnut-haired, angular-tattooed woman trades from a dark-stained satchel.
A tall nomad with hazel eyes sits crosslegged on a rug of goods.
[Far]
The slender, onyx-dreaded woman sits here, mixing inks.
A large, adobe-brick building is nestled against the eastern wall.
A massive onyx statue stands here on a jasper plinth, fist upraised in victory.
[Near]
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier is standing here.
A sandcloth banner with a red eclipse hangs on a wooden pole.

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l w
West of here is Luir's Well.
[Near]
The dark-skinned, tattooed Kuraci lieutenant stands here, guarding the well.

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Chewing idly on it, the woman with sun faded curls takes the last bite of her small portion of a
knobby red pepper.

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The rugged, darkly-tanned man squints at the woman with sun faded curls.

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l sun.faded
(You look down at the woman with sun faded curls.)
This woman is a dichotomy.  Short and wide, her limbs carry enough tone
to make a phsyical lifestyle apparent, but with enough padding through hips
and thighs and torso to make it obvious she's never gone to bed hungry.
With full lips that are deep pink beneath a slender, straight nose, her
pointed chin and defined cheekbones lend to a heart shaped face.  She has
owlishly large eyes whose dark lashes match a strong brow, their irises a
deep blue-green color encircled by sapphire dark limbal rings.  The roots of
her hair are a deep brown-black but as one gets further from the root, the
color lightens through rich dark tones like fresh loam, down into paler hues
like gold and amber.  Streaks of lanturin red are almost the color of chuci
peppers, scattered through krath faded curls, the roots a dark testimony to
the dye used to alter their color.
Markings reminiscent of a rantarri's spots have been drawn over the skin
around her hairline, fading from opaque near the hair to barely visible
nearer the corner of her eyes, the design only present from her cheekbones
to temples.
The woman with sun faded curls is in excellent condition.

The woman with sun faded curls is using:
<on head>                a scaled, raptor-leather skullcap
<in hair>                a brittle, crystalline flower
<in left ear>            a curling, bright magenta salt-worm earcuff
<in right ear>           a set of tiny, glittering gemstone hoops
<on nose>                a colorfully-spangled nose chain
<through tongue>         a heart-shaped garnet stud
<around neck>            a fanged, inix-shell gorget
<about throat>           a ruby-eyed songbird pendant
<slung across back>      a grey stone pickaxe
<across back>            a burned leather strapped, traveling knapsack
<on torso>               a royal blue, bone mesh vest
<right shoulder>         an elaborate, curling emerald tattoo
<over left shoulder>     a burned scorched, raging mekillot waterskin
<on arms>                a pair of brownish quirri-hide armguards
<around right wrist>     a dark grey worm-hide vambrace
<around left wrist>      a hook-spined leather bracer
<on left index finger>   a wide, sapphire-set bone band
<on left ring finger>    a polished aquamarine on an ivory band
<as belt>                a feathered, tortoiseshell and leather belt
<hung from belt>         a vicious, jade-handled longknife
<hung from belt>         a vicious, jade-handled longknife
<around body>            a brilliant blue, desert traveler's wrap
<about waist>            an intricate spinel-linked, duskhorn-carved chain
<on legs>                a new pair of ebon, raptor-hide leggings
<around right ankle>     a rainbow-encrusted gemstone chain
<around left ankle>      a rantarri-shaped clay charm
<on feet>                a pair of knee-high grey leather boots

She is carrying:
nothing obvious

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contact sun.faded
Someone points a finger at you, and gestures for nearby guards.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You are unable to reach their mind.

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l

The Storm's End Tavern [N, E, S, W, U, Quit]
   This building evidences the same architectural principles as the inner
wall and gate towers, but to a much lesser degree.  Its horns and spiked
flanges have either been worn with time or were designed to a more subtle
appearance.  Inside, veins of obsidian run along the ceiling and walls,
generating the impression of a cold, stony skin, black-blooded and evil.
   A massive wooden bar, stained to a deep grey and lacquered to a mirror
shine, dominates the eastern half of the room.  An image of an eclipsed sun,
the paint vivid and fresh, blazes along the front of the bar, the rays
reaching the full length of it.  The walls appear to have been scrubbed till
they shine with the deep malevolence only limitless black can hold.
   A stone stairway curls around itself, spiraling up through the veined
ceiling.  To the north, an impressive archway leads the way to a
laughter-filled spice den.
A hardwood barstool is here.
The Luir's Outpost Bulletin Board is here, propped up on a stand.
The rugged, darkly-tanned man is sitting at a long, carved wooden bar.
The woman with sun faded curls is standing at a long, carved wooden bar, looking a bit winded.
A burly half-giant soldier with a flat nose stands hunched here.
The muscular, blue-eyed man stands quietly beside the bar here.
The darkly tanned innkeeper stands here, wiping his hands on his apron.

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The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier runs in from the south.
The tanned, brown-haired man runs in from above.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman runs in from the north.
The darkly tanned innkeeper's attack on you is absorbed by a blackened obsidian breastplate.
The darkly tanned innkeeper hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
The darkly tanned innkeeper panics, and attempts to flee.

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draw cleaver

The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier sheathes a short, curved bone sword.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier draws a short, curved bone sword.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier slashes your leg, nicking you.
The tanned, brown-haired man sheathes a curved sword of bone.
The tanned, brown-haired man sheathes a curved sword of bone.
The tanned, brown-haired man draws a curved sword of bone.
The tanned, brown-haired man draws a curved sword of bone.
The tanned, brown-haired man's attack on you is absorbed by a blackened obsidian breastplate.
The tanned, brown-haired man slashes your arm.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man stabs your leg.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man lightly stabs your leg.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman hits you, barely grazing your head.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman lunges at you, but her blow is deftly deflected by a pair of
black, jet-colored chitin armbands.
The burly, flat-nosed half-giant joins the fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman's fight!
The muscular, blue-eyed man joins the burly, flat-nosed half-giant's fight!
The muscular, blue-eyed man chops you, barely grazing your leg.
The muscular, blue-eyed man chops your body, nicking you.
The muscular, blue-eyed man rams into you, but you knock him down.
The muscular, blue-eyed man slams into the immense, blood-inked half-giant but is sent sprawling.
The burly, flat-nosed half-giant viciously chops you on your body.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier swiftly dodges your hit.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier swiftly dodges your hit.

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The muscular, blue-eyed man chops your body.
The muscular, blue-eyed man brutally chops you on your head.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man solidly stabs your head.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man lightly stabs your body.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier swiftly dodges your hit.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier swiftly dodges your hit.

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You're fighting for your life!

108hp 148mv 122st>You draw a massive bone cleaver.

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draw cleaver
flee s
run

The muscular, blue-eyed man chops you, barely grazing your body.
The muscular, blue-eyed man chops at you, but you dodge out of the way.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man stabs your arm, nicking you.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man stabs you very hard on your wrist.
You shift your weight to parry the hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier's attack.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier barely manages to parry your attack.

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You unsling a massive bone cleaver from your back.

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flee s

The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man solidly stabs your body.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man stabs your body, nicking you.

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You attempt to flee.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman seizes the opening and attacks you.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman lunges at you, but her blow is deftly deflected by a new
blackened obsidian breastplate.
The tanned, brown-haired man seizes the opening and attacks you.
You deftly parry the tanned, brown-haired man's attack.
The tanned, brown-haired man slashes at you, but you dodge out of the way.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier seizes the opening and attacks you.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier slashes you, barely grazing your body.
The burly, flat-nosed half-giant seizes the opening and attacks you.
The burly, flat-nosed half-giant chops your waist, inflicting a grievous wound.
The muscular, blue-eyed man seizes the opening and attacks you.
You deftly parry the muscular, blue-eyed man's attack.
The muscular, blue-eyed man chops at you, but you dodge out of the way.
Luir's Well [E, S]
   The dominating feature of this small yard is the large well built of
gritty black stone.  It seems though there once was some form of super-
structure surrounding the well which has eroded away over the years.  At
present, a wooden crank assembly has been constructed over the mouth of the
well with which to draw up the water.  Attempts have been made to blend the
crank's appearance with that of the inn itself, with black-painted,
miniature horns and superfluous spiked arrangements gracing the top and
sides of the mechanism.
   An open doorway leads into the inn, and Steel Road passes by to the
south.  Above, the second floor of the inn leans out over the well, with a
dark, empty window half facing the yard below it.
An empty sun and water warped wooden bucket rests here on the well's edge.
An ancient well ringed with black stones has been built here.
The dark-skinned, tattooed Kuraci lieutenant stands here, guarding the well.
You flee, heading west.

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The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier runs in from the east.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man runs in from the east.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman runs in from the east.

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You are already running.

43hp 147mv 85st>You aren't in combat, to flee anyway, type: flee self.

43hp 147mv 85st>You aren't in combat, to flee anyway, type: flee self.
run

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Sparse sands blow across your path.
Steel Road [N, E, S, W]
   This dirt hardpack road runs east and west between the outer yard and
Sun's Road.  The odd sign of wagon track suggests that this road was once
put to more use than others.
   Directly north of here is a small open yard, overhung by the upper floor
of the inn.  Southward lies Merchant Field.

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The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier runs in from the north.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man runs in from the north.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman runs in from the north.

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You are already running.

43hp 144mv 87st>Sparse sands blow across your path.
Luir's Market Yard [N, E, S, W]
   Sparks of vibrant color, sandcloth canopies, streamers and twisting
banners of the brightest crimsons, blues and dusky golds flash out across
the Market Yard under the remorseless Suk-Krath.  Red dust, dry and fine as
ash, wafts upward in lazy tufts from the hardpan, stirred by every footfall
of the travelers, loiterers, and agents drawn here for the purpose of trade.
   Lean desert elves can be seen mingling with shiftless wanderers, and
nomadic tribes folk deal fiercely with Kuraci agents.  Stragglers, weary of
bartering, stoop in the meager shade, ignored by the occasional House
mercenary or regular passing by.  The drone of routine commerce, sharply cut
with bursts of spirited bartering, fills the area;  the smell is of unwashed
bodies, untreated leather and parched Red Desert grit.
   The Market opens north onto Steel Road.
The dark-skinned hazel-eyed dwarf stands by a cart laden with tools here.

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The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier runs in from the north.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man runs in from the north.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman runs in from the north.

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Sparse sands blow across your path.
Luir's Market Yard [N, E, S, W]
   Sparks of vibrant color, sandcloth canopies, streamers and twisting
banners of the brightest crimsons, blues and dusky golds flash out across
the Market Yard under the remorseless Suk-Krath.  Red dust, dry and fine as
ash, wafts upward in lazy tufts from the hardpan, stirred by every footfall
of the travelers, loiterers, and agents drawn here for the purpose of trade.
   Lean desert elves can be seen mingling with shiftless wanderers, and
nomadic tribes folk deal fiercely with Kuraci agents.  Stragglers, weary of
bartering, stoop in the meager shade, ignored by the occasional House
mercenary or regular passing by.  The drone of routine commerce, sharply cut
with bursts of spirited bartering, fills the area;  the smell is of unwashed
bodies, untreated leather and parched Red Desert grit.
   The Market opens north onto Steel Road.
A medium-sized, grey tent with orange stripes sits in the yard here.
A two-story alabaster building stands out among the crowds.
An old woman with a gap in her teeth sits here with some goods, sewing leather.

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The stumpy, big-fisted aged dwarven male soldier runs in from the west.
The paunchy, big-fisted adult dwarven male soldier runs in from the west.
The wide, tattooed aged dwarven male soldier runs in from the west.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier runs in from the east.
The one-eyed, mottled young male soldier runs in from the west.
The short, inked young dwarven male soldier runs in from the west.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man runs in from the east.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman runs in from the east.

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Sparse sands blow across your path.
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Luir's Market Yard [N, E, S]
   Sparks of vibrant color, sandcloth canopies, streamers and twisting
banners of the brightest crimsons, blues and dusky golds flash out across
the Market Yard under the remorseless Suk-Krath.  Red dust, dry and fine as
ash, wafts upward in lazy tufts from the hardpan, stirred by every footfall
of the travelers, loiterers, and agents drawn here for the purpose of trade.
   Lean desert elves can be seen mingling with shiftless wanderers, and
nomadic tribes folk deal fiercely with Kuraci agents.  Stragglers, weary of
bartering, stoop in the meager shade, ignored by the occasional House
mercenary or regular passing by.  The drone of routine commerce, sharply cut
with bursts of spirited bartering, fills the area;  the smell is of unwashed
bodies, untreated leather and parched Red Desert grit.
   The Market empties onto Steel Road to the north, and the building to the
west, by its odor, cannot be mistaken for anything except for some type of
stables.
A narrow stall with a green and brown banner has been erected here.
The north side of a round, stone-walled emporium rises here.

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The stumpy, big-fisted aged dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The paunchy, big-fisted adult dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The wide, tattooed aged dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier runs in from the east.
The one-eyed, mottled young male soldier runs in from the east.
The short, inked young dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man runs in from the east.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman runs in from the east.

43hp 135mv 87st>
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You cannot go 'west', there is no exit that way.

43hp 135mv 87st>2 commands purged.

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Sparse sands blow across your path.
Steel Road [N, E, S, W]
   This dirt hardpack road runs east and west between the outer yard and
Sun's Road.  The odd sign of wagon track suggests that this road is put to
more use than others.
   The road continues to the east and west, between buildings that lie upon
the north and Merchant Field to the south.  A large archway opens into the
building to the north, leading to a spacious room inside.

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The stumpy, big-fisted aged dwarven male soldier runs in from the south.
The paunchy, big-fisted adult dwarven male soldier runs in from the south.
The wide, tattooed aged dwarven male soldier runs in from the south.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier runs in from the south.
The one-eyed, mottled young male soldier runs in from the south.
The short, inked young dwarven male soldier runs in from the south.
The sinewy, pale young male soldier runs in from the west.
The hardy, mottled veteran male soldier runs in from the west.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man runs in from the south.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman runs in from the south.

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Sparse sands blow across your path.
Steel Road [N, E, S, W]
   This dirt hardpack road runs east and west between the center of the
outpost and Sun's Road.  The odd sign of wagon track suggests that this road
is put to more use than others.
   To the north lies a large wagon yard, the bustle of movement in and out a
constant stream of traffic during the day.
   To the south, a corral fashioned of hardwoods and lashed together with
sturdy woven ropes leads to a dimly lit stables.  The road continues to the
east and west.

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The stumpy, big-fisted aged dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The paunchy, big-fisted adult dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The wide, tattooed aged dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier runs in from the east.
The one-eyed, mottled young male soldier runs in from the east.
The short, inked young dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The lean, sun-tanned woman runs in from the west.
The hearty, thin-lipped man runs in from the west.
The stern, braided female elf soldier runs in from the west.
The sinewy, pale young male soldier runs in from the east.
The hardy, mottled veteran male soldier runs in from the east.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man runs in from the east.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman runs in from the east.

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Sparse sands blow across your path.
Sun's Road [N, E, S, W, U]
   This street runs parallel to a relatively undamaged stretch of the
outer wall.  To the west, towering gates are made of newly shellacked maroon
baobab lumber, interspersed with parallel bands of some type of greying bone
plates.  Cord long bone spikes have been sharpened and affixed to the wood's
outer facing, and the summit of the stone arch sports a carved keystone
displaying a triumphantly clenched fist eclipsing the blazing Suk-Krath.
Manned sentries prevent any traffic through the gates.  The ground is
hard-packed but massive work has been undertaken to reinforce and fill in
any dips or holes in anticipation of traffic.  From here, Steel Road runs to
the east, while Sun's Road continues to the north and south.
   To the northeast a large wagon yard is clearly visible and the sprawl of
the market lies to the southeast.
   Far to the north, Sun's Road can be seen taking a sharp turn to the
right, following the outer wall, while southward, a tower sits atop a corner
of the wall.
A sandcloth banner with a red eclipse hangs on a wooden pole.
Commanding attention, a massive, stone-wrought mural depicts a vast desert scene, dominating the
wall beside the gate.

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The stumpy, big-fisted aged dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The paunchy, big-fisted adult dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The wide, tattooed aged dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier runs in from the east.
The one-eyed, mottled young male soldier runs in from the east.
The short, inked young dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The lean, sun-tanned woman runs in from the east.
The hearty, thin-lipped man runs in from the east.
The stern, braided female elf soldier runs in from the east.
The sinewy, pale young male soldier runs in from the east.
The hardy, mottled veteran male soldier runs in from the east.
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man runs in from the east.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman runs in from the east.

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Sparse sands blow across your path.
Saving at the gate of Luir's Outpost.
Saving Jotun.
The West Gate of Luirs [N, E, S, W]
    Two large walls border both sides of this wide roadway, rising easily
the height of two half-giants.  Built of large chunks of onyx, obsidian, and
other less identifiable black stone, they are mortared with a deep grey
mixture that is only noticeable on close inspection.  Teams of skilled
crafters must have spent long hours at this project, as the walls are not
only huge but also thick as well.  A massive pair of gates, formed of sturdy
wood and reinforced with mekillot bone ribbing stand to the east, allowing
access to the heart of the outpost.  Along the top of the inner wall, carved
spikes of bone have been mounted, proving a challenge to all but the most
skilled climber.  Thin slits in the top of the walls themselves provide
archers an easy target at anyone traveling along this roadway and frequent
glimpses of movement show the walls are always manned.
The slender, dark-skinned woman stands here, looking through the crowds.
The bald, obsidian-skinned man stands here, arms folded across his chest.

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The stumpy, big-fisted aged dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The paunchy, big-fisted adult dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The wide, tattooed aged dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier runs in from the east.
The one-eyed, mottled young male soldier runs in from the east.
The short, inked young dwarven male soldier runs in from the east.
The lean, sun-tanned woman runs in from the east.
The hearty, thin-lipped man runs in from the east.
The stern, braided female elf soldier runs in from the east.
The bald, obsidian-skinned man whips at you, but you dodge out of the way.
The sinewy, pale young male soldier runs in from the east.
The hardy, mottled veteran male soldier runs in from the east.
The slender, dark-skinned woman joins the bald, obsidian-skinned man's fight!
The brown-skinned, eclipse-inked man runs in from the east.
The fair-skinned, ebon-tressed woman runs in from the east.
The slender, dark-skinned woman viciously leaps toward you, but a new blackened obsidian breastplate
gets in the way.
You deftly parry the slender, dark-skinned woman's attack.
The slender, dark-skinned woman draws a bone dagger.

43hp 125mv 89st>
You're fighting for your life!

43hp 125mv 89st>You're fighting for your life!

43hp 125mv 89st>You're fighting for your life!

43hp 125mv 89st>You're fighting for your life!
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43hp 125mv 89st>You're fighting for your life!

43hp 125mv 89st>
You're fighting for your life!

43hp 125mv 89st>You're fighting for your life!

43hp 125mv 89st>You're fighting for your life!

43hp 125mv 89st>You're fighting for your life!

43hp 125mv 89st>You're fighting for your life!

43hp 125mv 89st>You're fighting for your life!

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The stumpy, big-fisted aged dwarven male soldier sheathes a short, curved bone sword.
The stumpy, big-fisted aged dwarven male soldier draws a short, curved bone sword.
The stumpy, big-fisted aged dwarven male soldier slashes you, barely grazing your body.
The paunchy, big-fisted adult dwarven male soldier sheathes a short, curved bone sword.
The paunchy, big-fisted adult dwarven male soldier draws a short, curved bone sword.
You barely manage to parry the paunchy, big-fisted adult dwarven male soldier's attack.
The wide, tattooed aged dwarven male soldier sheathes a short, curved bone sword.
The wide, tattooed aged dwarven male soldier draws a short, curved bone sword.
The wide, tattooed aged dwarven male soldier viciously slashes you on your neck.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier sheathes a short, curved bone sword.
The hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier draws a short, curved bone sword.
You barely manage to parry the hard-eyed, braided female elf soldier's attack.
The one-eyed, mottled young male soldier sheathes a short, curved bone sword.
The one-eyed, mottled young male soldier draws a short, curved bone sword.
The one-eyed, mottled young male soldier slashes you, barely grazing your body.
The short, inked young dwarven male soldier sheathes a short, curved bone sword.
The short, inked young dwarven male soldier draws a short, curved bone sword.
You barely manage to parry the short, inked young dwarven male soldier's attack.
The lean, sun-tanned woman sheathes a chitin skinning knife.
The lean, sun-tanned woman sheathes a bone dagger.
The lean, sun-tanned woman draws a chitin skinning knife.
The lean, sun-tanned woman draws a bone dagger.
You barely manage to parry the lean, sun-tanned woman's attack.
The lean, sun-tanned woman stabs at you, but you dodge out of the way.
The hearty, thin-lipped man sheathes a bone bastard sword.
The hearty, thin-lipped man sheathes a bone longsword.
The hearty, thin-lipped man draws a bone bastard sword.
The hearty, thin-lipped man draws a bone longsword.
The hearty, thin-lipped man slashes you very hard on your body.
The hearty, thin-lipped man pierces your leg.
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