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As seen by Anonymous. Posted under Imperian as a Funnies log.#TRIGGER {(?)} {#sub {%ansi(%random( 1, 4095))%1}}
Submitted 30 Jan 2009. 986 views in total, 0.17 per day.<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> ql
Aryana's Spring. (ruins of Caanae.)
Occasional drops of rain fall to the ground from a sky grey with pregnant
clouds. The spring of crystalline water gushes forth from the ruins in a
fountain, tumbling over the pillars to form a shallow and brilliant river among
the stones, its ethereal light a source of inspiration and life. A well-carved
statue of light grey granite stands here, depicting a Sylayan Noctusari in a
pose of utter cowardice. A shattered statue of Slythera, a goblin demonologist
lies in ruin here. A plain metal chest rests upon the ground here. A detailed
statue of light grey granite sets here depicting a man with demonic features in
the throes of feeble rage. A small sign points into a market stall. A
meticulous marble statue of a towering puffin poses here, perched atop an
ornate onyx pedestal, the large jade bowl at the base filled with offerings. An
intricately carved statue of light grey granite sets here depicting a Lycaean
hunter taking to his heels. A stunning statue of a ssylsin stands here, marble
foam about its mouth. A plain wooden bench sits here. Tomast the Cleric stands
here, his gaze cast over the Springs. The shrunken head of Sienna has been
staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon her
face. There are 2 the shrunken head of Mikhaels here. The shrunken head of
Faelana has been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still
visible upon her face. The shrunken head of Hebi has been staked into the
ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon his face. The
shrunken head of Divanna has been staked into the ground here, the last
torments of life still visible upon her face. The shrunken head of Siath has
been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon
his face. A tufted puffin stands here on webbed feet, occasionally ruffling its
feathers. Shadows shift around a massive, winged fell beast. A pike with the
decapitated head of Katsuma has been erected. An elegant white letter is in
danger of being soiled here. Smoke issues from this mutilated leg, the skin
peeled back by scorching heat. An armoured warhound is here, an Imperial crest
gleaming from its back.
You see exits leading north, east, south, west, in, and a crumbling pathway
leads down.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> clwho
The following members of the clan of Newbsauce are online:
Hivarius Arda'Tsian, Fury of the Black Wood
Sergeant Aethus Tenai'kara
Knight Captain Doshar Elith
Srila Dot Ashtear
Andrea Arda'Tsian
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> clt <3 colours
(Newb): You say, "<3 colours."
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Your senses flare as a luminous green image drifts in from the in, its
appearance sharpening to reveal Arvanian.
He is followed by a black ouroboros and a small winged daemonite.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
You gag a bit as Arvanian's stink wafts over you.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Occasional raindrops fall on your head as the drizzle continues.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Arvanian leans over and slowly licks his Ouroboros, savoring its unholy taint.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Hennrick has been bludgeoned to death by an orc captain.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Arvanian takes a drink from a simple silver vial.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Newb): Dot says, "Hrm, do you think any of Stavenn will notice if I pop into
Cetara for a quick quest item?"
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> Let's try a new one. :>
ql
Aryana's Spring. (ruins of Caanae.)
Occasional drops of rain fall to the ground from a sky grey with pregnant
clouds. The spring of crystalline water gushes forth from the ruins in a
fountain, tumbling over the pillars to form a shallow and brilliant river among
the stones, its ethereal light a source of inspiration and life. A well-carved
statue of light grey granite stands here, depicting a Sylayan Noctusari in a
pose of utter cowardice. A shattered statue of Slythera, a goblin demonologist
lies in ruin here. A plain metal chest rests upon the ground here. A detailed
statue of light grey granite sets here depicting a man with demonic features in
the throes of feeble rage. A small sign points into a market stall. A
meticulous marble statue of a towering puffin poses here, perched atop an
ornate onyx pedestal, the large jade bowl at the base filled with offerings. An
intricately carved statue of light grey granite sets here depicting a Lycaean
hunter taking to his heels. A stunning statue of a ssylsin stands here, marble
foam about its mouth. A plain wooden bench sits here. Tomast the Cleric stands
here, his gaze cast over the Springs. The shrunken head of Sienna has been
staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon her
face. There are 2 the shrunken head of Mikhaels here. The shrunken head of
Faelana has been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still
visible upon her face. The shrunken head of Hebi has been staked into the
ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon his face. The
shrunken head of Divanna has been staked into the ground here, the last
torments of life still visible upon her face. The shrunken head of Siath has
been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon
his face. A tufted puffin stands here on webbed feet, occasionally ruffling its
feathers. Shadows shift around a massive, winged fell beast. A pike with the
decapitated head of Katsuma has been erected. An elegant white letter is in
danger of being soiled here. Smoke issues from this mutilated leg, the skin
peeled back by scorching heat. An armoured warhound is here, an Imperial crest
gleaming from its back. A black ouroboros oscillates endlessly here, staring at
you with its many eyes. Hovering on two scarlet leathery wings, this daemonite
seems to have a vicious glint to its eyes. The undead form of Arvanian Kwindan
is here. He wields a tower shield in his left hand and a wicked-looking daegger
in his right.
You see exits leading north, east, south, west, in, and a crumbling pathway
leads down.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Looking around the ground for anything interesting, a cat enters from the
south.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
clt Holy fucking hell
(Newb): You say, "Holy fucking hell."
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory rushes in from the in in a state of panic.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Newb): Hivarius says, "If they got totems there."
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> clt #TRIGGER {(?)} {#sub {%ansi(%random( 1, 4095))%1}}
The image of Arvanian blurs, fading to a green nebula as he vanishes to the
south.
He is followed by a black ouroboros and a small winged daemonite.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Newb): You say, "#TRIGGER {(?)} {#sub {%ansi(%random( 1, 4095))%1}}."
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Hiyuko arrives from the down.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> clt rofl
(Newb): You say, "Rofl."
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
A cyclone of living flame spins in from the east, slowing to reveal the
elemental form of Zarok.
He is followed by a bloodsands buffalo named Vigiles and a fiery efreeti.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory bursts into flame as a fiery efreeti spins into him.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> clt I love this
Kildory rubs some salve on his skin.
The raging fire about Kildory's skin is put out.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
A shimmering translucent shield forms around Zarok.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory rubs some salve on his skin.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory quickly eats some hyssop stem.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Newb): You say, "I love this."
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory rubs some salve on his skin.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory quickly eats some hyssop stem.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Zearion arrives from the in.
He is followed by a bushy tailed fox.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
A great weight seems to have been lifted from Zarok.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Zarok rubs some salve on his skin.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Zarok peers about himself unscrupulously.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory rubs some salve on his skin.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Zearion leaves to the west.
He is followed by a bushy tailed fox.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Hiyuko leaves to the west.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory shuffles some cards with the image of the Hanged Man out of his deck.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory rubs his fingers briskly on a Tarot card.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Zarok whispers something to a fiery efreeti.
A fiery efreeti seems to settle down.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory leaves to the down.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> `s3
[Trigger level set on 3.]
[All triggers, including affliction triggers, will have their suggestion sent.]
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> ql
Aryana's Spring. (ruins of Caanae.)
Occasional drops of rain fall to the ground from a sky grey with pregnant
clouds. The spring of crystalline water gushes forth from the ruins in a
fountain, tumbling over the pillars to form a shallow and brilliant river among
the stones, its ethereal light a source of inspiration and life. A well-carved
statue of light grey granite stands here, depicting a Sylayan Noctusari in a
pose of utter cowardice. A shattered statue of Slythera, a goblin demonologist
lies in ruin here. A plain metal chest rests upon the ground here. A detailed
statue of light grey granite sets here depicting a man with demonic features in
the throes of feeble rage. A small sign points into a market stall. A
meticulous marble statue of a towering puffin poses here, perched atop an
ornate onyx pedestal, the large jade bowl at the base filled with offerings. An
intricately carved statue of light grey granite sets here depicting a Lycaean
hunter taking to his heels. A stunning statue of a ssylsin stands here, marble
foam about its mouth. A plain wooden bench sits here. Tomast the Cleric stands
here, his gaze cast over the Springs. The shrunken head of Sienna has been
staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon her
face. There are 2 the shrunken head of Mikhaels here. The shrunken head of
Faelana has been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still
visible upon her face. The shrunken head of Hebi has been staked into the
ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon his face. The
shrunken head of Divanna has been staked into the ground here, the last
torments of life still visible upon her face. The shrunken head of Siath has
been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon
his face. A tufted puffin stands here on webbed feet, occasionally ruffling its
feathers. Shadows shift around a massive, winged fell beast. A pike with the
decapitated head of Katsuma has been erected. An elegant white letter is in
danger of being soiled here. Smoke issues from this mutilated leg, the skin
peeled back by scorching heat. An armoured warhound is here, an Imperial crest
gleaming from its back. A stray cat wanders around here, searching the ground
for food. A fiery efreeti spins madly here. A large red and brown desert
buffalo stands here, claws instead of hooves digging into the ground with
tremendous force. Arcanist Zarok, Sage of Air is here, his form made up of a
towering inferno of elemental flame. He wields a tower shield in his left hand
and an elemental staff in his right. He is surrounded by one reflection of
himself.
You see exits leading north, east, south, west, in, and a crumbling pathway
leads down.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Newb): Dot says, "No totems. I might do it in the morning UK time when there
is no one awake in Stavenn, just to be sure."
Aryana's Spring. (ruins of Caanae.)
Occasional drops of rain fall to the ground from a sky grey with pregnant
clouds. The spring of crystalline water gushes forth from the ruins in a
fountain, tumbling over the pillars to form a shallow and brilliant river among
the stones, its ethereal light a source of inspiration and life. A well-carved
statue of light grey granite stands here, depicting a Sylayan Noctusari in a
pose of utter cowardice. A shattered statue of Slythera, a goblin demonologist
lies in ruin here. A plain metal chest rests upon the ground here. A detailed
statue of light grey granite sets here depicting a man with demonic features in
the throes of feeble rage. A small sign points into a market stall. A
meticulous marble statue of a towering puffin poses here, perched atop an
ornate onyx pedestal, the large jade bowl at the base filled with offerings. An
intricately carved statue of light grey granite sets here depicting a Lycaean
hunter taking to his heels. A stunning statue of a ssylsin stands here, marble
foam about its mouth. A plain wooden bench sits here. Tomast the Cleric stands
here, his gaze cast over the Springs. The shrunken head of Sienna has been
staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon her
face. There are 2 the shrunken head of Mikhaels here. The shrunken head of
Faelana has been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still
visible upon her face. The shrunken head of Hebi has been staked into the
ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon his face. The
shrunken head of Divanna has been staked into the ground here, the last
torments of life still visible upon her face. The shrunken head of Siath has
been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon
his face. A tufted puffin stands here on webbed feet, occasionally ruffling its
feathers. Shadows shift around a massive, winged fell beast. A pike with the
decapitated head of Katsuma has been erected. An elegant white letter is in
danger of being soiled here. Smoke issues from this mutilated leg, the skin
peeled back by scorching heat. An armoured warhound is here, an Imperial crest
gleaming from its back.
You see exits leading north, east, south, west, in, and a crumbling pathway
leads down.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> clwho
The following members of the clan of Newbsauce are online:
Hivarius Arda'Tsian, Fury of the Black Wood
Sergeant Aethus Tenai'kara
Knight Captain Doshar Elith
Srila Dot Ashtear
Andrea Arda'Tsian
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> clt <3 colours
(Newb): You say, "<3 colours."
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Your senses flare as a luminous green image drifts in from the in, its
appearance sharpening to reveal Arvanian.
He is followed by a black ouroboros and a small winged daemonite.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
You gag a bit as Arvanian's stink wafts over you.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Occasional raindrops fall on your head as the drizzle continues.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Arvanian leans over and slowly licks his Ouroboros, savoring its unholy taint.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Hennrick has been bludgeoned to death by an orc captain.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Arvanian takes a drink from a simple silver vial.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Newb): Dot says, "Hrm, do you think any of Stavenn will notice if I pop into
Cetara for a quick quest item?"
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> Let's try a new one. :>
ql
Aryana's Spring. (ruins of Caanae.)
Occasional drops of rain fall to the ground from a sky grey with pregnant
clouds. The spring of crystalline water gushes forth from the ruins in a
fountain, tumbling over the pillars to form a shallow and brilliant river among
the stones, its ethereal light a source of inspiration and life. A well-carved
statue of light grey granite stands here, depicting a Sylayan Noctusari in a
pose of utter cowardice. A shattered statue of Slythera, a goblin demonologist
lies in ruin here. A plain metal chest rests upon the ground here. A detailed
statue of light grey granite sets here depicting a man with demonic features in
the throes of feeble rage. A small sign points into a market stall. A
meticulous marble statue of a towering puffin poses here, perched atop an
ornate onyx pedestal, the large jade bowl at the base filled with offerings. An
intricately carved statue of light grey granite sets here depicting a Lycaean
hunter taking to his heels. A stunning statue of a ssylsin stands here, marble
foam about its mouth. A plain wooden bench sits here. Tomast the Cleric stands
here, his gaze cast over the Springs. The shrunken head of Sienna has been
staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon her
face. There are 2 the shrunken head of Mikhaels here. The shrunken head of
Faelana has been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still
visible upon her face. The shrunken head of Hebi has been staked into the
ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon his face. The
shrunken head of Divanna has been staked into the ground here, the last
torments of life still visible upon her face. The shrunken head of Siath has
been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon
his face. A tufted puffin stands here on webbed feet, occasionally ruffling its
feathers. Shadows shift around a massive, winged fell beast. A pike with the
decapitated head of Katsuma has been erected. An elegant white letter is in
danger of being soiled here. Smoke issues from this mutilated leg, the skin
peeled back by scorching heat. An armoured warhound is here, an Imperial crest
gleaming from its back. A black ouroboros oscillates endlessly here, staring at
you with its many eyes. Hovering on two scarlet leathery wings, this daemonite
seems to have a vicious glint to its eyes. The undead form of Arvanian Kwindan
is here. He wields a tower shield in his left hand and a wicked-looking daegger
in his right.
You see exits leading north, east, south, west, in, and a crumbling pathway
leads down.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Looking around the ground for anything interesting, a cat enters from the
south.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
clt Holy fucking hell
(Newb): You say, "Holy fucking hell."
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory rushes in from the in in a state of panic.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Newb): Hivarius says, "If they got totems there."
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> clt #TRIGGER {(?)} {#sub {%ansi(%random( 1, 4095))%1}}
The image of Arvanian blurs, fading to a green nebula as he vanishes to the
south.
He is followed by a black ouroboros and a small winged daemonite.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Newb): You say, "#TRIGGER {(?)} {#sub {%ansi(%random( 1, 4095))%1}}."
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Hiyuko arrives from the down.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> clt rofl
(Newb): You say, "Rofl."
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
A cyclone of living flame spins in from the east, slowing to reveal the
elemental form of Zarok.
He is followed by a bloodsands buffalo named Vigiles and a fiery efreeti.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory bursts into flame as a fiery efreeti spins into him.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> clt I love this
Kildory rubs some salve on his skin.
The raging fire about Kildory's skin is put out.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
A shimmering translucent shield forms around Zarok.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory rubs some salve on his skin.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory quickly eats some hyssop stem.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Newb): You say, "I love this."
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory rubs some salve on his skin.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory quickly eats some hyssop stem.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Zearion arrives from the in.
He is followed by a bushy tailed fox.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
A great weight seems to have been lifted from Zarok.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Zarok rubs some salve on his skin.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Zarok peers about himself unscrupulously.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory rubs some salve on his skin.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Zearion leaves to the west.
He is followed by a bushy tailed fox.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Hiyuko leaves to the west.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory shuffles some cards with the image of the Hanged Man out of his deck.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory rubs his fingers briskly on a Tarot card.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Zarok whispers something to a fiery efreeti.
A fiery efreeti seems to settle down.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
Kildory leaves to the down.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> `s3
[Trigger level set on 3.]
[All triggers, including affliction triggers, will have their suggestion sent.]
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>> ql
Aryana's Spring. (ruins of Caanae.)
Occasional drops of rain fall to the ground from a sky grey with pregnant
clouds. The spring of crystalline water gushes forth from the ruins in a
fountain, tumbling over the pillars to form a shallow and brilliant river among
the stones, its ethereal light a source of inspiration and life. A well-carved
statue of light grey granite stands here, depicting a Sylayan Noctusari in a
pose of utter cowardice. A shattered statue of Slythera, a goblin demonologist
lies in ruin here. A plain metal chest rests upon the ground here. A detailed
statue of light grey granite sets here depicting a man with demonic features in
the throes of feeble rage. A small sign points into a market stall. A
meticulous marble statue of a towering puffin poses here, perched atop an
ornate onyx pedestal, the large jade bowl at the base filled with offerings. An
intricately carved statue of light grey granite sets here depicting a Lycaean
hunter taking to his heels. A stunning statue of a ssylsin stands here, marble
foam about its mouth. A plain wooden bench sits here. Tomast the Cleric stands
here, his gaze cast over the Springs. The shrunken head of Sienna has been
staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon her
face. There are 2 the shrunken head of Mikhaels here. The shrunken head of
Faelana has been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still
visible upon her face. The shrunken head of Hebi has been staked into the
ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon his face. The
shrunken head of Divanna has been staked into the ground here, the last
torments of life still visible upon her face. The shrunken head of Siath has
been staked into the ground here, the last torments of life still visible upon
his face. A tufted puffin stands here on webbed feet, occasionally ruffling its
feathers. Shadows shift around a massive, winged fell beast. A pike with the
decapitated head of Katsuma has been erected. An elegant white letter is in
danger of being soiled here. Smoke issues from this mutilated leg, the skin
peeled back by scorching heat. An armoured warhound is here, an Imperial crest
gleaming from its back. A stray cat wanders around here, searching the ground
for food. A fiery efreeti spins madly here. A large red and brown desert
buffalo stands here, claws instead of hooves digging into the ground with
tremendous force. Arcanist Zarok, Sage of Air is here, his form made up of a
towering inferno of elemental flame. He wields a tower shield in his left hand
and an elemental staff in his right. He is surrounded by one reflection of
himself.
You see exits leading north, east, south, west, in, and a crumbling pathway
leads down.
<356/300h 378/320m 1400e 1502w 43x <ebpp> <bd>>
(Newb): Dot says, "No totems. I might do it in the morning UK time when there
is no one awake in Stavenn, just to be sure."