Grave Soverign
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"Coming of the Grave Soverign (Maleris' Demise)"
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Author and Credit: Shadowslay
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The crossroad of Way of the Worm and Peasants Road
Obvious exits: east and south
It is well lit here.
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This is the crossroad of Way of the Worm and Peasants Road. To the north and
west, the city walls stand tall above you. Peasants Road leads toward the
south, while the Way of the Worm stretches east and west. In the northwestern
corner of this area, a seating area has been arranged.
This area is large. A light southerly breeze blows by.
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Andus is standing nearby to the west.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A man with waist-length dark brown hair is standing right next to you.
Ludvar is standing close by to the west.
A bulletin board stands up here.
A large metal can is close by to the northwest.
Two iron benches are nearby to the northwest.
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You are holding a serrated draite sword in your right hand.
You are wearing a wicker backpack on your back, a back scabbard with a
blackened draite broadsword in it over your back, an embroidered white robe on
your body, a darkened plate helm on your head, a quartz necklace around your
neck, a black plate bracer around your left wrist, a black plate bracer around
your right wrist, a leather boot with a curved knife in it on your right foot,
a leather boot with an iron main gauche in it on your left foot, and an
obsidian ring on your left hand.
A long scabbard and a belt pouch hang from a sword belt around your waist.
Andus says, "I do not know who you think you are, or who you may be."
You ask, "An'dus?"
| > Ludvar begins playing a wooden cornupas.
Ludvar begins to play a brazen number on his wooden cornupas, but stops towards
the end.
A lively jig flies from Ludvar's wooden cornupas into the air.
Ludvar skillfully plays a short, but complicated, song on his wooden cornupas.
Andus says, "But the lords of this city have always been loyal to their king,
since Durandel."
Listening to the sweet sound of Ludvar's wooden cornupas stirs emotions from
deep within.
Ludvar skillfully plays a short, but complicated, song on his wooden cornupas.
Ludvar plays a few simple notes on his wooden cornupas.
A clear note emanates from Ludvar's wooden cornupas for a short moment.
Ludvar finishes playing a wooden cornupas.
Andus asks, "The Rigels.. they have ruled without challenge for over two
hundred years... who are you to have them at your feet?"
Andus says, "These are very strong ideas.. for someone unproven."
Ludvar snorts.
Ludvar gazes up into the sky.
Andus asks, "Others speak of your blood.. yet what legacy could have been left
to you?"
Ludvar runs his fingers through his hair.
You says, staring right at Andus, "As said. I am the Grave Sovereign, famed,
hunted, and cursed by children who have never known me. Not so proven as Rigel,
but I defy life and death to see them undone."
You say in a rasp, inhuman growl, "I have nothing to lose with my defeat."
| > A man with chipped teeth scratches his head.
Ludvar runs his fingers through his hair.
Andus asks, "For victory or defeat, there must be battle.. what have you to
offer in challenge?"
A man with waist-length dark brown hair makes a thoughtful noise.
Andus says, "Nothing.."
Keror rises at last half-moon in the west.
Ludvar snorts.
Ludvar gazes up into the sky.
A man with waist-length dark brown hair makes a thoughtful noise.
battles across Edra for the past seven years, that because few will admit to knowing me, few have
served."
You says, turning slightly, "Do not think that I lack followers, that I have
not been fighting battles across Edra for the past seven years, that because
few will admit to knowing me, few have served."
You say in a low, guttural tone, "But I will fight, first, if my suspect enemy
is an enemy, with none but my own hand."
| > Andus nods.
Andus says, "Very well."
Ludvar snorts.
You gesture about him, "These men heed my words, but not of will or
allegiance."
| > Ludvar gazes up into the sky.
Andus looks at a man with chipped teeth.
A man with chipped teeth eyes the area suspiciously.
A man with chipped teeth looks at Andus.
Andus looks at a man with waist-length dark brown hair.
A man with waist-length dark brown hair looks at Andus.
Andus looks at you.
You say, "They have no choice. They can not defy my voice. But when I am
finished - or should I say, begun, they will serve me by command... if Locaion
will forfeit his title to a challenger so wretched."
| > A man with chipped teeth nods to you.
You say, "And if he will not, then I will take from him in a singular
bloodbath."
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| > A man with waist-length dark brown hair eyes the area suspiciously.
A man with chipped teeth jogs to the east, holding a wooden shield and
iron-tipped spear.
A man with chipped teeth goes out of sight to the east.
Andus asks, "Just know that my house is loyal to the king.. and we would never
allow this. With as many followers as you claim to have, perhaps we will be
nothing more than a nuisance. Yet it must be so, eh?"
Andus looks at you.
Andus frowns.
Andus gazes up into the sky.
Ludvar runs his fingers through his hair.
You says, your skeletal fingers caressing the hilt of blade, "I promise not my
victory. But even if I slain and ruined, I promise brimstone preceding and in
the wake of my defeat."
You say, "I may be stopped before the agenda is ever realized - if so, then
falls the ambition. But my enemies will not rest easy."
You say, "What I have put into motion will stir even after they no longer have
my likeness to cry upon."
You say, "The ambition, like myself, defies death - even if futile."
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| > A heavy boom of thunder rumbles through the sky in the distance to the east.
Andus asks, "You are putting into action an attempt to humble our king.. for
your vanity. How long can such a motion last after your death?"
Ludvar snorts.
Ludvar gazes up into the sky.
You laugh incredulously, your cackle resounding inside your darkened plate
helm, "Humble? Humble? Perhaps I was not clear. I come for blood, and the
winds that follow!"
| >
Andus says, "Our people do not thirst for needless blood. It will end after you
are gone... do not seek to fool yourself otherwise."
Ludvar stumbles through a short series of notes.
Ludvar plays a short series of notes on his wooden cornupas, stopping only
momentarily.
Ludvar plays a quick riff on his wooden cornupas, pausing only briefly during
the more complicated sections.
An enchanting melody from Ludvar's wooden cornupas creates a milieu of ecstasy
around you.
Ludvar finishes playing a wooden cornupas.
You say in a low, guttural tone, "No. It will not. This much I promise more
than my victory. The winds will blow long after I am perished and unable to
direct them."
| > Ludvar reads a note on the bulletin board (with new posts)
You say, "But what purpose or method is there to convince you, now? No, think
yourself right."
| > Andus nods.
You say, "And if you are wrong, then let you see when you must see."
| > Ludvar snorts.
Ludvar gazes up into the sky.
Andus says, "The moves of course, are for you to make."
| > Andus says, "And we should both continue to think ourselves right, until one is
wrong."
You say concisely, for a change, though still with your demonic dialect,
"Indeed."
[Several nights later, after the Grave Sovereign's initial return to the city...]
Peasants Road (N, W, SW, and S)
It is well lit over there.
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A housecat with orange fur is lying down nearby to the southeast.
A housecat with deep brown fur is lying down nearby to the southeast.
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You slowly walk to the south, wielding a serrated draite sword and blackened
draite broadsword, his embroidered white robe gliding motionlessly over the
ground.
A young man with a pug nose jogs to the south, brandishing a wooden shield and
iron-tipped spear.
A man with waist-length dark brown hair slowly walks to the south, brandishing
an iron-tipped spear.
A man with chipped teeth slowly walks to the south, holding an iron-tipped
spear.
> A man with chipped teeth sighs.
Peasants Road
Obvious exits: north, west, southwest, and south
It is well lit here.
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Peasants Road is an old worn stone road crossing the city from north to south.
The road is constructed from moderately sized, flat plain gray flagstones, cut
and laid in an intricate asymmetrical pattern. To the south is a crossroad and
to the north, this road continues. To the west is a staging area. Looking east
you see crowded shacks and huts forming a residential area.
This area is large. The air is eerily still.
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A housecat with orange fur is lying down close by to the southeast.
A housecat with deep brown fur is lying down nearby to the southeast.
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> A young man with a pug nose jogs in from the north, brandishing a wooden shield
and iron-tipped spear.
A man with waist-length dark brown hair walks in from the north, brandishing an
iron-tipped spear.
A man with chipped teeth walks in from the north, brandishing an iron-tipped
spear.
[Having marched through and out the east gate...]
You march into the clearing, your embroidered white robe flowing softly.
> A male halak with sleek white feathers looks at a young man with a beaklike
nose.
A young man with a beaklike nose looks at a male halak with sleek white
feathers.
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is well lit here.
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Dense, gray-brown undergrowth crowds this area, crawling between thick tree
trunks. Above, spiralling tiers of leaf-heavy branches are visible, allowing
only the occasional dappled shaft of light down to ground level. Bright
clusters of autumn foliage hang overhead, while fallen branches and leaves lie
strewn over the forest floor. Moss and lichen grow densely over the bark of
the massive trees.
This area is vast.
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A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
A male braman with watery purple eyes is standing far to the north.
A male halak with sleek white feathers is lying down nearby to the northeast.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A slightly small pile of completely rotten meat is to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
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> A young man with a beaklike nose hums a tune.
You glance around slowly, calmly, your breath hollow from within your darkened
plate helm.
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is well lit here.
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Dense, gray-brown undergrowth crowds this area, crawling between thick tree
trunks. Above, spiralling tiers of leaf-heavy branches are visible, allowing
only the occasional dappled shaft of light down to ground level. Bright
clusters of autumn foliage hang overhead, while fallen branches and leaves lie
strewn over the forest floor. Moss and lichen grow densely over the bark of
the massive trees.
This area is vast.
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A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
A male braman with watery purple eyes is standing far to the north.
A male halak with sleek white feathers is lying down nearby to the northeast.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A slightly small pile of completely rotten meat is to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
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> A male halak with sleek white feathers flaps his wings a few times.
You say in a low, guttural tone, "Where is the Captain in name?"
> A male braman with watery purple eyes asks, "Locaion perhaps?"
A male halak with sleek white feathers asks, "Thedahah?"
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers flies in from the up.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers flies to the up.
Galemon flies in from the up, with his large gray wings spread and flapping
behind him.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers approached the up but
stopped before going out of sight.
A male braman with watery purple eyes looks at Galemon.
You take a single step forward, slashing the limbs off an obstructing tree with
your serrated draite sword.
You begin to slowly walk off to the east, holding a serrated draite sword and
blackened draite broadsword, his embroidered white robe gliding motionlessly
over the ground.
A young man with a beaklike nose begins to slowly walk off to the east,
brandishing an iron-tipped spear.
A man with chipped teeth begins to slowly walk off to the east, brandishing an
iron-tipped spear.
A young man with a pug nose begins to jog off to the east, wielding a wooden
shield and iron-tipped spear.
You stop moving.
> Galemon gasps!
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers looks at a male braman with
watery purple eyes.
Galemon eye's widen.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers asks, in Low rowan, "Rinsecmoc chi oeek hawcahkah?"
Galemon speaks in a loud voice "Maleris?"
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers looks at a male halak with
sleek white feathers.
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Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is well lit here.
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Dense, gray-brown undergrowth crowds this area, crawling between thick tree
trunks. Above, spiralling tiers of leaf-heavy branches are visible, allowing
only the occasional dappled shaft of light down to ground level. Bright
clusters of autumn foliage hang overhead, while fallen branches and leaves lie
strewn over the forest floor. Moss and lichen grow densely over the bark of
the massive trees.
This area is vast. A light northeasterly breeze blows by.
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Galemon is flying high above you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
A male braman with watery purple eyes is standing far to the north.
A male halak with sleek white feathers is lying down nearby to the northeast.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A slightly small pile of completely rotten meat is to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
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> A male halak with sleek white feathers asks, "What is going on?"
Your head slowly tilts.
> Galemon rubs his eye's.
A male braman with watery purple eyes looks at a young man with a beaklike
nose.
A young man with a beaklike nose looks at a male braman with watery purple
eyes.
A male braman with watery purple eyes looks at a young man with a pug nose.
A young man with a pug nose looks at a male braman with watery purple eyes.
A male braman with watery purple eyes looks at you.
You say without looking at Galemon, "Galemon."
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is well lit here.
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Dense, gray-brown undergrowth crowds this area, crawling between thick tree
trunks. Above, spiralling tiers of leaf-heavy branches are visible, allowing
only the occasional dappled shaft of light down to ground level. Bright
clusters of autumn foliage hang overhead, while fallen branches and leaves lie
strewn over the forest floor. Moss and lichen grow densely over the bark of
the massive trees.
This area is vast. A light northeasterly breeze blows by.
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Galemon is flying high above you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
A male braman with watery purple eyes is standing far to the north.
A male halak with sleek white feathers is lying down nearby to the northeast.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A slightly small pile of completely rotten meat is to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
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> Galemon squints and looks down at you.
Galemon says, "You are..."
You glance northeast.
Heavily wooded forest (nothing)
It is well lit over there.
You glance east.
Heavily wooded forest (nothing)
It is well lit over there.
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A stone hammer is very far to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is in the distance to the northeast.
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Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is well lit here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Dense, gray-brown undergrowth crowds this area, crawling between thick tree
trunks. Above, spiralling tiers of leaf-heavy branches are visible, allowing
only the occasional dappled shaft of light down to ground level. Bright
clusters of autumn foliage hang overhead, while fallen branches and leaves lie
strewn over the forest floor. Moss and lichen grow densely over the bark of
the massive trees.
This area is vast. A light northeasterly breeze blows by.
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Galemon is flying high above you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
A male braman with watery purple eyes is standing far to the north.
A male halak with sleek white feathers is lying down nearby to the northeast.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A slightly small pile of completely rotten meat is to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
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> Galemon pauses.
Galemon looks at you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers looks at a man with chipped
teeth.
A man with chipped teeth looks at a young male halak with ruffled dark-brown
feathers.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers looks at a young man with a
beaklike nose.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers looks at a young man with a
pug nose.
A young man with a beaklike nose looks at a young male halak with ruffled
dark-brown feathers.
A young man with a pug nose looks at a young male halak with ruffled dark-brown
feathers.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers looks at you.
A male halak with sleek white feathers stands up straight.
Galemon remains silent with a strong gaze on you.
You hold your serrated draite sword downwards and clutch it against your chest.
> A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers asks, in Low rowan,
"Flecomn secmoc mlanicah?"
Galemon asks, "I heard word of your death, what noterterge knowledge has
brought you back?"
A male halak with sleek white feathers says, in Low rowan, "E'nook dra licbok."
You hear a long, eerie howl from very far away to the southwest.
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is well lit here.
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Dense, gray-brown undergrowth crowds this area, crawling between thick tree
trunks. Above, spiralling tiers of leaf-heavy branches are visible, allowing
only the occasional dappled shaft of light down to ground level. Bright
clusters of autumn foliage hang overhead, while fallen branches and leaves lie
strewn over the forest floor. Moss and lichen grow densely over the bark of
the massive trees.
This area is vast. A light northerly breeze blows by.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Galemon is flying high above you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
A male braman with watery purple eyes is standing far to the north.
A male halak with sleek white feathers is standing nearby to the northeast.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A slightly small pile of completely rotten meat is to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
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> A male human shouts from very far away to the southwest, "Youuuu!"
Locaion jogs in from the southwest, wielding a round steel shield and
iron-headed boarspear.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair runs in from the southwest, holding a
metal dagger and iron-tipped spear.
Galemon speaks in a slow confused voice "What is happening here?"
Locaion looks at you.
A male braman with watery purple eyes blinks.
A male braman with watery purple eyes looks at Locaion.
Locaion exclaims, "You there!"
You whisper in a low hiss, "I defy the grave for my purpose... Locaion."
> A young man with oily blackish-red hair's face twists into a snarl.
You look at Locaion.
He is a male human with a hawk nose, gleaming pale blue eyes, sharpened teeth,
shoulder-length auburn hair, and scarred bronzed skin. He is about your
height, slightly light, and seems to be about as strong as you. He is standing
here looking well rested.
He is holding a round steel shield in his right hand and an iron-headed
boarspear in his left hand.
He is wearing a slightly small polished steel helm on his head, a leather
wineskin strapped across his torso, a shrunken head around his neck, a sheath
bracer with an ornately etched dagger in it on his left arm, a sheath bracer on
his right arm, a slightly small polished steel greave over his lower right leg,
a slightly small deer hide satchel on his back, a slightly small polished steel
breastplate on his body, a slightly small polished steel greave over his lower
left leg, a slightly small leather scale armored skirt over his legs, and a
skull earring in his ear.
A short leather sheath, a short scabbard with a polished steel shortsword in
it, and a leather moneybag hang from a slightly small sword belt around his
waist.
> Locaion says, "You are the Grave Sovereign...."
A young man with a beaklike nose scratches his head.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair exclaims, "The traitor!"
A male halak with sleek white feathers spreads his wings in preperation to fly.
Locaion growls, clenching his weapons tightly.
A male braman with watery purple eyes looks at a young man with a beaklike
nose.
A young man with a beaklike nose makes a thoughtful noise.
A young man with a beaklike nose looks at a male braman with watery purple
eyes.
A male braman with watery purple eyes looks at a young man with oily
blackish-red hair.
Galemon peers off into the distance at nothing in particular.
Galemon flaps his wings above and glances down to all.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair exclaims, "Captain!"
Locaion points his spear tip at your throat.
You crosse your two blades diaganolly in front of him, "I am he, the dead king,
and the king leading to death."
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Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is well lit here.
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Dense, gray-brown undergrowth crowds this area, crawling between thick tree
trunks. Above, spiralling tiers of leaf-heavy branches are visible, allowing
only the occasional dappled shaft of light down to ground level. Bright
clusters of autumn foliage hang overhead, while fallen branches and leaves lie
strewn over the forest floor. Moss and lichen grow densely over the bark of
the massive trees.
This area is vast. A light northeasterly breeze blows by.
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A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing right next to you.
Locaion is standing right next to you.
Galemon is flying high above you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
A male braman with watery purple eyes is standing far to the north.
A male halak with sleek white feathers is flying nearby to the northeast.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A slightly small pile of completely rotten meat is to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
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> A male halak with sleek white feathers begins to fly off to the up, holding a
whole leg of mutton, with his sleek white wings flapping gracefully.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair slinks back a step, his face
horrorstruck.
Galemon says, "What geun holds this night."
Galemon gazes up into the sky.
Locaion exclaims, "You shall indeed be dead... You fool. You think that you are
so powerful you can defy the king?!"
Locaion howls, glaring at you with bloodthirsty eyes.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair sidles close to Locaion's side, weapons
still at the ready.
A male halak with sleek white feathers goes out of sight to the up.
You say in a low, guttural tone, your voice calm and still otherwise, "I have
come to take back what is mine, Locaion. Lower your spear. It will do you no
good."
> Locaion exclaims, "You have defied the king! The law! The people!"
Locaion exclaims, "I shall not! I have sworn an oath to defend this city and
uphold the law!"
A male braman with watery purple eyes's eyes narrow as they switch from Locaion
to you quickly.
Locaion looks at a young man with a pug nose.
A young man with a pug nose looks at Locaion.
Locaion looks at a young man with a beaklike nose.
A young man with a beaklike nose looks at Locaion.
Locaion looks at a man with chipped teeth.
A man with chipped teeth looks at Locaion.
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is well lit here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Dense, gray-brown undergrowth crowds this area, crawling between thick tree
trunks. Above, spiralling tiers of leaf-heavy branches are visible, allowing
only the occasional dappled shaft of light down to ground level. Bright
clusters of autumn foliage hang overhead, while fallen branches and leaves lie
strewn over the forest floor. Moss and lichen grow densely over the bark of
the massive trees.
This area is vast. A light northeasterly breeze blows by.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing right next to you.
Locaion is standing right next to you.
Galemon is flying high above you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
A male braman with watery purple eyes is standing far to the north.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A slightly small pile of completely rotten meat is to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
==================================================================
> A young man with oily blackish-red hair's jaw tightens as he watches Locaion.
Locaion exclaims, "You fools... You follow this man!? You have betrayed your
sacred oaths!"
Galemon asks, "You dare hold your blade against your old brother at arms?"
Locaion blinks.
You says, running your pale, scarred fingers along your serrated draite sword,
"No, Locaion. They obey an even older oath. Do you know who I am?"
> A young man with a beaklike nose smiles at you.
A man with chipped teeth smiles at you.
Locaion exclaims, "What the devil do you speak of, Galemon?!"
Locaion looks at you.
Locaion snorts.
Locaion exclaims, "Nay!"
A male braman with watery purple eyes looks at Galemon.
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is well lit here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Dense, gray-brown undergrowth crowds this area, crawling between thick tree
trunks. Above, spiralling tiers of leaf-heavy branches are visible, allowing
only the occasional dappled shaft of light down to ground level. Bright
clusters of autumn foliage hang overhead, while fallen branches and leaves lie
strewn over the forest floor. Moss and lichen grow densely over the bark of
the massive trees.
This area is vast. A light northeasterly breeze blows by.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing right next to you.
Locaion is standing right next to you.
Galemon is flying high above you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
A male braman with watery purple eyes is standing far to the north.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A slightly small pile of completely rotten meat is to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
==================================================================
You are holding a serrated draite sword in your left hand and a blackened
draite broadsword in your right hand.
You are wearing an oak shortbow over your back, an embroidered white robe on
your body, a darkened plate helm on your head, a quartz necklace around your
neck, a black plate bracer around your left wrist, a black plate bracer around
your right wrist, a leather boot with a curved knife in it on your right foot,
a leather boot with an iron main gauche in it on your left foot, and an
obsidian ring on your left hand.
A long scabbard and a belt pouch hang from a sword belt around your waist.
> Galemon points at you.
Galemon asks, "What is happening here?"
Locaion says, "Save that you are an evil menace to this land... And I swear to
you, I will not rest until you and your cause are dead."
Locaion points at you.
You cackles, your inhuman voice resounding off the interior of your darkened
plate helm.
> Locaion looks at Galemon.
Galemon glances around below him looking confused.
You show everyone in the room a serrated draite sword.
This is a serrated, double-edged sword made from dark, polished gray draite.
The blade is serrated for half its length, and bears a deep fuller. The
crossguard and pommel are etched bronze, and the grip is wrapped in leather.
It is about a stride and a half long, and the blade is slightly less than a
finger wide. It appears to be moderately worn-out. It is being held in your
left hand.
> A young man with oily blackish-red hair's eyes flick to you, terrified.
A male braman with watery purple eyes asks, "Wha aboot dat sword?"
Locaion exclaims, "This is the Grave Sovereign. He seeks to overthrow the
king!"
Locaion blinks.
Galemon examines a woven leather bag.
A male braman with watery purple eyes looks in his wicker backpack.
Locaion examines your serrated draite sword.
Galemon reaches to a woven leather bag.
Galemon takes a decorated wooden arrow.
You twirl your serrated draite sword in your left hand with glib flicks of your
wrist.
> Galemon removes a small ironwood longbow.
Galemon begins loading a small ironwood longbow.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair looks at you.
Locaion says, "Bloody hell..."
Galemon peers off into the distance at nothing in particular.
Locaion growls.
A young man with a beaklike nose raises his eyebrow.
Locaion says, "You..."
Locaion exclaims, "You killed Remoran!"
Locaion hisses.
A young man with a beaklike nose looks around suspiciously.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair says, "He... he..."
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers looks at a young man with
oily blackish-red hair.
Locaion exclaims, "He killed the Captain of the Guard... yet you fools still
follow him!??!!"
Galemon asks, "Is he not beeable captain himself?"
Locaion breaths heavily, his eyes still alive with fury.
A male braman with watery purple eyes agrees with Galemon wholeheartedly.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers clicks his beak.
Locaion asks, "What?"
A male braman with watery purple eyes says, "So I believe."
You whisper in a low hiss, "Locaion. Cousin. At ease."
You retire your blackened draite broadsword to your long scabbard.
> A young man with oily blackish-red hair looks at a young man with a pug nose.
Locaion blinks.
A young man with a pug nose looks at a young man with oily blackish-red hair.
Galemon holds his bow tight.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair looks at a man with chipped teeth.
A man with chipped teeth looks at a young man with oily blackish-red hair.
You place one lacerated, mangled hand to your darkened plate helm.
> Locaion takes a step back, staggering slightly.
Locaion looks at you.
Galemon looks over you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers says, in Low rowan,
"Awkgilicsic licpoko dra mocamn rin secmoc chi oeek hawcahkah."
You slowly presses your weight against your darkened plate helm, lifting it
upwards - exposing your sordid, scarred and rotted features.
> A man with chipped teeth hums a tune.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers asks, in Low rowan,
"Flecomn secmoc drael icel?"
You remove a darkened plate helm.
> A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers looks at Galemon.
A young man with a pug nose makes a thoughtful noise.
A male braman with watery purple eyes makes a thoughtful noise.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair shakes his head disbelievingly.
Galemon says, in Low rowan, "Awkgilicsic licbok dra omla rin secmoc acee
elornmoc."
Locaion looks at you.
> Locaion blinks.
Galemon says, in Low rowan, "Ac gieep drael chirin omla drael olnamn... gieep
mlanicah icflic."
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers says, in Low rowan, "Eln
secmoc eep icflic caheep pokaklec Bokeep? ocseccah pokchi eepomngi bokhaw
licpoko ocmocockah cahpok."
Locaion says, "You..."
Locaion asks, "Remoran...?"
Galemon says, in Low rowan, "Mlanicah ocpoklolic chicah, silcrinsec chigilec
secmla, gieep solo."
Locaion blinks.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair exclaims, "No! he's dead!"
Locaion snorts.
Locaion exclaims, "Aye! We saw it happen!"
You says, your bloodied lips moving only a modicum, "The Grave Sovereign. It's
been ten long years, Locaion."
> Galemon says, in Low rowan, "Awkgilicsic licornac sic omla Ookawk eegi, gieep
Awkgilicsic licbok dra omla rin icel ernlic hawcahkah."
Locaion says, "Konach was there! And Bear, and Finlay, Sasha...."
A male braman with watery purple eyes jogs to the northwest.
A male braman with watery purple eyes goes out of sight to the northwest.
You stare at Locaion, your eyes cold and unblinking.
> A young man with oily blackish-red hair says, "Whatever this is, it's foul
mage-work."
Galemon glances to the northwest and then back to Locaion.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair growls at you.
A man with chipped teeth raises his eyebrow.
Locaion spits.
A young man with a beaklike nose glares at Locaion.
A man with chipped teeth glares at Locaion.
A young man with a pug nose glares at Locaion.
Galemon snorts.
Locaion exclaims, "But the assassin... You're dead!"
Locaion exclaims, "I found your items!"
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is well lit here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Dense, gray-brown undergrowth crowds this area, crawling between thick tree
trunks. Above, spiralling tiers of leaf-heavy branches are visible, allowing
only the occasional dappled shaft of light down to ground level. Bright
clusters of autumn foliage hang overhead, while fallen branches and leaves lie
strewn over the forest floor. Moss and lichen grow densely over the bark of
the massive trees.
This area is vast. A light northerly breeze blows by.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing right next to you.
Locaion is standing right next to you.
Galemon is flying high above you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A slightly small pile of completely rotten meat is to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
==================================================================
You gaze up into the sky.
The sun is beginning to sink into the eastern horizon.
> A young man with oily blackish-red hair stares at you, revulsion brimming in
his face.
Galemon asks, "How is it you has been reborn Maleris?"
You says, holding your serrated draite sword out slightly to the sunlight, "Did
you?"
> You wear a darkened plate helm.
You draw a blackened draite broadsword from your long scabbard.
> Locaion says, "darned... I did..."
Locaion exclaims, "What... what happened Remoran? What changed you?!"
Galemon swoops downwards.
Galemon stands up.
Galemon lowers his bow.
You crosse your swords once more, "I am dead, Locaion. That is my change."
> Galemon stands just behind Locaion.
A young man with a beaklike nose eyes a passing citizen.
You say in a low, guttural tone, "And I have come for my purpose."
> A young man with oily blackish-red hair recoils at your words.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair shivers.
Galemon asks, "And what purpose is this?"
Locaion blinks.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers looks at Galemon.
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is well lit here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Dense, gray-brown undergrowth crowds this area, crawling between thick tree
trunks. Above, spiralling tiers of leaf-heavy branches are visible, allowing
only the occasional dappled shaft of light down to ground level. Bright
clusters of autumn foliage hang overhead, while fallen branches and leaves lie
strewn over the forest floor. Moss and lichen grow densely over the bark of
the massive trees.
This area is vast. A light northerly breeze blows by.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing right next to you.
Locaion is standing right next to you.
Galemon is standing right next to you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A slightly small pile of completely rotten meat is to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
==================================================================
> Galemon quickly blinks a few times and shivers making all of his smaller
feathers momentarily stand on end.
Locaion sinks to his knees slowly, barely managing to hold up his weapons in
front of him.
Locaion gazes up into the sky.
> A young man with oily blackish-red hair exclaims, "Captain!"
A young man with a beaklike nose hums a tune.
Locaion snarls, breathing heavily, "That... is impossible!"
Galemon glances down to Locaion.
Locaion exclaims, "Remoran!"
A young man with oily blackish-red hair struggles to lift Locaion back up.
Locaion says, "Remember yourself."
Locaion roars and throws a young man with oily blackish-red hair off him.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair exclaims, "Sir!"
Galemon lifts his wings in an arch form behind him.
Locaion exclaims, "Leave me -be- Konach!"
You turn slightly, your neck releasing the sounds of bones popping, "I do not
aim small, Locaion. Think not that I aim small. I have had a hand in the
affairs of this city since a year past my fall."
> Locaion growls.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair rolls back a few steps and sits up.
Locaion looks at you.
A man with chipped teeth makes a thoughtful noise.
Galemon blinks for a long moment.
Locaion snorts.
Locaion asks, "But -why- Remoran?! Why have you betrayed your oath thus?"
A young man with oily blackish-red hair stands up straight.
Galemon cocks his head back and remains silent.
Darkness draws in as the sun sets to the east.
Galemon speaks in a sharp tone "Speak what it is you want Maleris, what has you
come for?"
Galemon says, "Dare I call you Maleris."
Galemon says, "He was honorable, he was a brother and friend of these lands."
A young man with a pug nose looks around suspiciously.
Galemon glances back to the east gate of the city and then to you.
A young man with a beaklike nose eyes the area suspiciously.
While stretching his neck to the side Galemon lifts out his wings and flaps
them a few times lifting dust all around him.
You say in a low, guttural tone, "I am sick with politics. I am weary of oaths
and hateful of things stunk with royalty. I have had all the years of my life
and death to ponder this, yet you would not understand if I took a moon to
explain."
> A slightly small pile of completely rotten meat decays away completely.
You say, "I come, not alone, for the bloodied knees of the Rigel family before
me."
> Galemon asks, "Is they not beeable family leading Banzar?"
A young man with a beaklike nose says, "Greetings."
A young man with a pug nose nods to Galemon.
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is nearly pitch black here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Dense foliage crowds this area, nearly black at this time of night. Above,
dappled wedges of the night sky are visible through the thick branches;
column-like tree trunks stand starkly against this shadowy backdrop. Fallen
branches and leaves, some tangled in the ever-present undergrowth, are visible
in the few shafts of pale light.
This area is vast.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing right next to you.
Locaion is standing right next to you.
Galemon is standing right next to you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
==================================================================
> Locaion says, "Nay."
Galemon snorts.
Locaion says, "That is Detrach..."
A young man with a pug nose looks around suspiciously.
Locaion says, "Rigel is the Royal Family of Forest Heart..."
Locaion snarls.
Galemon thinks for a moment and then nods.
Locaion points his weapon at you, "The family -YOU- swore to protect!"
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers asks, "If this human went
back on vows, then why let him live?"
Locaion exclaims, "We both took oaths to uphold the King! It is not our
decision to cause such change!"
Locaion grunts.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers says, "There is no honor in
abandoning vows, expecialy fious your homeland."
Locaion says, "I will not... But first I want to understand."
Locaion grunts.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers clicks his beak twice.
You hold your blackened draite broadsword out towards the horizon, "All my
life, I have served the people of Forest Heart. Rigel is not such a name. And
now still, with the city in my decrepid bosom, I seek the family's
destruction."
> Galemon asks, "And what keeps you from returning to this grave?"
A young man with a beaklike nose makes a thoughtful noise.
Galemon lifts his bow towards you.
Locaion growls.
Galemon begins to fly.
Galemon begins to fly off to the up, holding a small ironwood longbow, with his
large gray wings spread and flapping behind him.
Locaion lowers his head slowly, breathing heavily.
> Galemon glances to Locaion and then to you.
A young man with a pug nose hums a tune.
You whisper in a low hiss, "You will relinquish command of the Watch to me, as
Remoran who has returned."
> Galemon says, "My close friend, Locaion, stand strong."
A man with chipped teeth hums a tune.
Galemon approached the up but stopped before going out of sight.
Galemon says, "Beeable Ironwood Order stands behind you."
You say, "Or, you will lead it as your own, as yours kept."
> Locaion snorts.
Locaion jumps up and down.
You say, "And make your path mine."
> A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers asks, in Low rowan, "Chiee
olnsec eepolnook secmoc eln icmla eepomngi ordchi raclo?"
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers removes a small oak
shortbow.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers draws an iron-tipped arrow
from his black leather quiver with a couple crude wooden arrows, a couple
iron-tipped arrows, a glass-tipped arrow, and a steel-tipped arrow in it.
Locaion quickly jumps up into a standing combat position, his shield extended
outward towards you, with the spear out in front, placed alongside the shield.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers begins loading a small oak
shortbow.
Galemon says, in Low rowan, "Mlaamnawk secmoc caheep ernchi lic, regardless
omla Pokic ornflec, Awkgilicsic licornac sic flicgiord racni."
Locaion glares coldly at you.
Locaion says, "Nay."
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is nearly pitch black here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Dense foliage crowds this area, nearly black at this time of night. Above,
dappled wedges of the night sky are visible through the thick branches;
column-like tree trunks stand starkly against this shadowy backdrop. Fallen
branches and leaves, some tangled in the ever-present undergrowth, are visible
in the few shafts of pale light.
This area is vast.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing right next to you.
Locaion is standing right next to you.
Galemon is flying high above you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
==================================================================
> Galemon says, in Low rowan, "Elamniclic Ornicdra, licornac secmoc dra secak
mlaomneep, licornac secmoc flicdra acoeekcah."
Locaion straightens his posture slightly and speaks in a commanding voice, "I
am Locaion Maleris, Captain of the Guard.... and I SERVE THE KING!"
Galemon says, in Low rowan, "Awkgilicsic loeln dra elamn sosilcflec lochi."
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers says, in Low rowan,
"Olnracelord olnsec oflic."
You says, your inhuman likeness betraying amusement, "Locaion? You would fight
me, here? With so many? Do you know what consequences such a bloodbath will
yield?"
> A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers unloads an iron-tipped
arrow from a small oak shortbow.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers retires his iron-tipped
arrow to his black leather quiver.
A young man with a pug nose makes a thoughtful noise.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers wears a small oak shortbow.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers says, in Low rowan, "Eln
awkgilicsic licornac dra pokchi caheep silcookso boko nieek acoeekcah."
Locaion says, "I shall, Remoran."
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers reaches to a woven leather
bag.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers takes a long-handled
scythe.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers reaches to a woven leather
bag.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers takes a long-handled
scythe.
Galemon nods to a young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers.
Locaion growls.
A man with chipped teeth raises his eyebrow.
A young man with a pug nose raises his eyebrow.
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is nearly pitch black here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Dense foliage crowds this area, nearly black at this time of night. Above,
dappled wedges of the night sky are visible through the thick branches;
column-like tree trunks stand starkly against this shadowy backdrop. Fallen
branches and leaves, some tangled in the ever-present undergrowth, are visible
in the few shafts of pale light.
This area is vast.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing right next to you.
Locaion is standing right next to you.
Galemon is flying high above you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
==================================================================
> Locaion lunges forward, jumping high into the air and jabbing forward sharply
with his spear towards you.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair levels his iron-tipped spear toward
you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers examines a long-handled
scythe.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers examines a long-handled
scythe.
Galemon belts out, "Corin"
You says, your gnarled tongue clicking in your darkened plate helm as you
slides backwards, your boots kicking up dust, "If you will make me slay you for
this title, Locaion, let it be between you and I. 'Lest we have an army, and
neither of us leave this well."
> A male halak with sleek white feathers flies in from the up, holding a whole
leg of mutton, with his sleek white wings flapping gracefully.
Locaion hisses, landing quickly and dodging forward, immediately pivoting and
lunging back, striking again with his spear.
A male halak with sleek white feathers drops a whole leg of mutton.
A whole leg of mutton plummets downwards.
Locaion spits.
Galemon points at you.
A male halak with sleek white feathers begins to fly off to Galemon, with his
sleek white wings flapping gracefully.
Locaion asks, "Will your men surrender to me then? Eh?"
A male halak with sleek white feathers stops in front of Galemon.
Locaion throws back his head and howls.
Galemon says, in Low rowan, "Nilic, silcflecsec oflic Awkgilicsic eesoac
Awkgilicsic flecic olnsec chi sosilcflec elamn olnracelord kahni licrac."
A male halak with sleek white feathers looks at a young man with a pug nose.
A young man with a pug nose looks at a male halak with sleek white feathers.
A male halak with sleek white feathers looks at a man with chipped teeth.
A man with chipped teeth looks at a male halak with sleek white feathers.
A male halak with sleek white feathers looks at a young man with a beaklike
nose.
A young man with a beaklike nose looks at a male halak with sleek white
feathers.
A male halak with sleek white feathers looks at you.
Locaion slams into you with his shield, instantly jumping backwards and making
a long slashing move with his spear before dodging forward again.
You says, lifting up your gaunt chest, "I promise nothing, except that my men
will take no part in an exchange of blades between you and I - if you will
promise the same of yours."
> A male halak with sleek white feathers nods.
A male halak with sleek white feathers reaches to a woven leather bag.
A male halak with sleek white feathers takes an engraved draite spear.
A male halak with sleek white feathers reaches to a leather moneybag.
A male halak with sleek white feathers takes an engraved steel buckler.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair winces, lowering his iron-tipped spear
slightly with surprise.
A male halak with sleek white feathers looks at you.
Locaion stops, backing away suddenly.
Locaion grunts.
Locaion says, "Agreed."
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is nearly pitch black here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Dense foliage crowds this area, nearly black at this time of night. Above,
dappled wedges of the night sky are visible through the thick branches;
column-like tree trunks stand starkly against this shadowy backdrop. Fallen
branches and leaves, some tangled in the ever-present undergrowth, are visible
in the few shafts of pale light.
This area is vast. The air is eerily still.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A whole leg of mutton is far to the northeast.
A male halak with sleek white feathers is flying high above you.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing right next to you.
Locaion is standing right next to you.
Galemon is flying high above you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
==================================================================
> Locaion says, "Konach, stand down."
Galemon glances to Locaion.
Locaion says, "Galemon, the same for you and your men."
Galemon raises his voice "I will not!"
A young man with oily blackish-red hair retires his metal dagger to his short
leather sheath.
You wave your armored limb about in a half-circle, "Stand down! This is between
the Captain and I."
> Galemon snorts.
A young man with a beaklike nose nods.
A male halak with sleek white feathers says, in Low rowan, "Rin secmoc acee."
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers says, in Low rowan, "Pokchi
licornac acoeekcah flic silcchiocomn silcookso."
Galemon looks at Locaion for a long moment.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers says, in Low rowan, "Secmoc
licornac dra pokchi mlaamnawk licpoko ocook licornac icel."
Galemon sighs.
You are holding a blackened draite broadsword in your right hand and a serrated
draite sword in your left hand.
You are wearing an oak shortbow over your back, an embroidered white robe on
your body, a darkened plate helm on your head, a quartz necklace around your
neck, a black plate bracer around your left wrist, a black plate bracer around
your right wrist, a leather boot with a curved knife in it on your right foot,
a leather boot with an iron main gauche in it on your left foot, and an
obsidian ring on your left hand.
A long scabbard and a belt pouch hang from a sword belt around your waist.
> A male halak with sleek white feathers flaps his wings a few times.
Galemon nods to a young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers.
Galemon lowers his bow.
Galemon unloads a decorated wooden arrow from a small ironwood longbow.
Galemon wears a small ironwood longbow.
> Galemon says, "Locaion..."
Galemon pauses.
Locaion asks, "Aye?"
Locaion looks at Galemon.
Galemon says, "If you ask of us, we will."
Locaion nods.
Locaion says, "My thanks... but please, stand down for now."
A young man with a pug nose makes a thoughtful noise.
Locaion turns slowly back to you.
Galemon flaps his wings to lift himself in the air a bit.
Galemon is waxing gibbous as it rises in the west.
You twirl your blackened draite broadsword in the air with fluid water-like
motions, making sounds in the wind as you guides the blade with flicks of your
wrist.
> Galemon says, in Low rowan, "Nilic, Ornicdra, secmoc licornac sic mracrac."
You say in a low, guttural tone, "Come."
> A male halak with sleek white feathers nods.
Locaion asks, "Where?"
Locaion grunts.
A young man with a beaklike nose looks around suspiciously.
Galemon quickly glances around the area.
You say, "Here will do."
> Locaion nods.
Locaion growls.
A young man with a beaklike nose raises his eyebrow.
A young man with a pug nose raises his eyebrow.
Locaion taps his shield and spear together before quickly starting to circle
around you.
Galemon snorts and rubs his metal claws together while peering at you.
Locaion says, "Then it begins..."
You watch as Locaion circles him, your body held still in the wind.
> A man with chipped teeth makes a thoughtful noise.
Locaion snarls, sprinting forward towards you, then leaping high into the air
and jabbing down with lightning fast speed towards you.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair watches you and Locaion tensely.
Galemon says, in Low rowan, "Olnracelord Mlaamnawk licornac dra boko."
You step to the side, allowing your assailant's descent to pass your left.
> Locaion hisses, landing on his feet then jumping over a fallen tree, rolling
for a moment before jumping back to his feet and coming back at you fiercely.
A young man with a beaklike nose makes a thoughtful noise.
Locaion jabs with his spear before lunging forward, attempting to strike you
with his shield.
You pivot your body to Locaion's front, your form exerting itself only
minimally as it strafes again - and take an opportune sweep with your blade at
Locaion's side.
> A young man with a pug nose looks around suspiciously.
Locaion grunts, spinning around and jabbing at you from the other side while
slamming his shield down into your blade.
Galemon speaks in a loud voice in Low rowan, "Chigilec secflic!"
A young man with rough olive skin walks in from the southwest.
Locaion looks at a young man with rough olive skin.
A young man with a pug nose looks around suspiciously.
Your attack foiled, you casually raise your blackened blade, catching your
assailant's spear, sending a single spark into the air.
You say in a low guttural tone as the two warriors stand with weapons locked,
"Getting tired, Captain?"
You are standing calmly, clearly in a battle.
> Locaion grunts, lifting one foot and kicking you hard in the chest while at the
same time attempting to bring his shield down at your shoulder.
Yuzla rises waxing gibbous in the west.
Locaion spits, taking a step back, "Nay."
A young man with a pug nose looks annoyed.
Locaion glances up towards the sky and grins, looking back at you.
Locaion exclaims, "Yuzla gives me strength!"
Locaion gazes up into the sky.
Galemon gazes up into the sky.
Galemon flaps his large wings and continues watching with an intense look.
You take the kick in your skeletal chest, going backwards - sliding rather than
staggering, and pivoting your shoulder at an angle uncannily opposite to where
Locaion's shield would land.
Turning your body again to Locaion's front, you take a low, underhand swing at
Locaion's knees and lunge toward his center with your remaining blade.
> A young man with oily blackish-red hair winces, avidly watching.
Locaion snorts, spinning his spear above his head before moving to one knee,
blocking the attack partly with his shield, partly with his plated greave,
immediately pivoting upwards to jab at your head.
Galemon snorts out of his beak.
You rotate your head with your body, avoiding what may've been a deadly wound -
instead, what remains of the jab glances off your darkened plate helm.
Your still, calm body suddenly coming to life, you strafe with celerity,
circling around Locaion's form.
> Locaion tilts slightly, holding up his spear above him as he lunges forward yet
again, swinging at your legs with the heavy weight of his shield while waiting
for another opportunity for an attack with the spear.
A young man with a beaklike nose hums a tune.
A male halak with sleek white feathers peers at a young man with a beaklike
nose.
You jump off the wet earth, the bottom of your embroidered white robe
oscillating in the sudden wind, and thrust with your blackened draite
broadsword towards Locaion's unshielded stomach.
> Galemon swoops downwards.
Galemon stands up.
Galemon steps back just out of the battle.
You spin your serrated draite sword downwards as though to block the shield -
but as you jump above the strike, turn its trajectory around for a slash at
Locaion's legs.
> Locaion grunts, barely managing to swing his shield down into the blade, but
not in time to stop it from slightly penetrating his breastplate, wounding him
slightly.
Locaion snarls, immediately kicking forward with his shin and deflecting the
blade with his armored greaves.
Galemon folds his hands together and the metal from his claws clacks together.
Locaion jabs forward again with his spear as he comes down, moving his shield
forward defensively.
Galemon glances up to a male halak with sleek white feathers.
Galemon quickly tilts his head and clicks his beak a few times.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers says, in Low rowan,
"Licornac secmoc taking silcflecsec lo."
A male halak with sleek white feathers nods.
A male halak with sleek white feathers flies to the up, holding an engraved
steel buckler and engraved draite spear, with his sleek white wings flapping
gracefully.
A male halak with sleek white feathers goes out of sight to the up.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers asks, in Low rowan,
"Licpoko ordchi bokhaw dra boko caheep rinlicern rin?"
Galemon grunts.
Galemon glances to a young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers.
Galemon says, in Low rowan, "Oeek secmoc oeek ornso ocrac eekook drael chirin
omla sosilcflec ordawk."
Galemon says, in Low rowan, "Awkgilicsic licrac ordelawk drael licornac sooop,
awklo oeek secmoc oeek ornso acoeekcah icflic sokahloel."
Galemon blinks a few times and glances back over to Locaion and you.
You pull your serrated draite sword back the second Locaion deflects it, and
crash it into his spear, your blade guided by a heavy, tremulous limb and
exerting force to push Locaion's spear out of the way.
Your blade continues flying in its arc past the spear, aiming for your
assailant's flesh.
> Locaion curses as the shaft of his spear breaks, lunging forward and smashing
into you with the full force of his body behind the shield.
Locaion instantly darts back, retiring what is left of his weapon.
Locaion puts an iron-headed boarspear into a slightly small deer hide satchel.
Locaion growls, circling about, then sprinting forward to bash you in the face
and upper torso with his shield, and in one fluid movement draw his sword,
spinning around to slash at your chest.
A young man with a beaklike nose raises his eyebrow.
A young man with a pug nose makes a thoughtful noise.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair looks up, eyes narrowed and keen on
Locaion.
A young man with a beaklike nose hums a tune.
Your body shakes as your larger, bulkier assailant crashes into you, forcing you
to give a foot of ground.
> Locaion looks at you.
Locaion draws a polished steel shortsword from his short scabbard.
A young man with a pug nose eyes a passing citizen.
Quickly recovering from the collision, you lashes your right arm at Locaion's
sword, allowing the blade to glance off your black plate bracer while
perpetually stabbing with the blade in your right arm.
> Galemon shifts his weight.
Locaion deflects your attack deftly with his round steel shield, immediately
stabbing upward with the defensive weapon to deflect the attack upwards and
away while coming down with a powerful jab for your chest.
You press the bulk of your left arm into Locaion's shield as it is a toe away
from your face.
> Keror rises at first half-moon in the west.
Galemon barks in Low rowan, "Mracgioln ellec!"
Galemon speaks quickly "End his fallen life!"
A man with chipped teeth scratches his head.
Galemon lifts his posture to a stand and crouches slightly.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair snarls.
Galemon lifts out his wings behind himself and repetedly flaps them in large
waves sending dust in the air around everyone.
A young man with a beaklike nose nods.
A man with chipped teeth nods.
A young man with a pug nose nods.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair coughs.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers looks at a young man with
oily blackish-red hair.
A young man with a pug nose eyes the area suspiciously.
You step back once, then twice - two strides back with your long, covered
legs, and, your pale hand whitening further with the effort with which it clenches
your blackened draite broadsword, cleave in a slow, momentous arc downwards at
Locaion's shield.
> Locaion grunts, holding up his shield, then howling in pain as your weapon
crashes down through the plate and into his shoulder.
Locaion falls to the ground, dropping the useless shield in the process.
Locaion drops a round steel shield.
Locaion snorts.
Locaion throws back his head and howls.
Locaion jumps back to his feet, jumping in the air and punching you in the face
with his bare fist.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair grits his teeth.
Locaion hisses, quickly drawing his backup weapon.
Locaion draws an ornately etched dagger from his sheath bracer.
Locaion snarls and lunges again, parrying your blade with his sword as he
slashes across your chest with his knife.
A young man with rough olive skin blinks, watching the fight intently.
Locaion grunts, locking his knife with your other weapon and head-butting you
severely before dodging low and hacking at your leg with his sword.
A man with chipped teeth looks around suspiciously.
You take the slash, the wound drawing fresh, dark blood that seeps down your
embroidered white robe.
> A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers looks at Locaion.
A man with chipped teeth looks around suspiciously.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair stares, transfixed, at your dripping
wound.
The laceration hardly seeming to phase your present course, you press your
weapon descending diaganolly towards Locaion's ribs, his form still against the
collision.
> Locaion hisses as your blade strikes his chest, but is saved from a mortal
wound by his breastplate.
You snarl in a rasp, cacophonous voice, "Locaion!"
> Locaion grunts, hacking at your leg, then slashing upward with his knife at
your arm, while in the same motion kicking your now wounded leg.
Locaion grunts.
Locaion asks, "What is it, Remoran?"
Locaion growls, backing away slightly and assuming a defensive stance for a
moment.
A young man with a beaklike nose raises his eyebrow.
A man with chipped teeth raises his eyebrow.
His zombie-like discipline faltering for a fatal moment, you drive your
battling form closer to Locaion, swinging with each of your draite blades -
sanguine liquor flowing from your leg and the knife piercing your plated arm.
| > Locaion snarls, extending his foot quickly with a swiping kick, knocking away
one of your blades as he moves with lightning fast reflexes, parrying the
second blade with his knife, and in a single flowing motion hacking down with
the steel shortsword into your upper torso.
Locaion hisses, immediately kicking you in the chest before taking another step
back.
You screech from deep within your barren personage, wounded severely on myriad
fronts - your robe now red from the thrust, and staggering backwards, ".. I
won't die like this.."
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is dark here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Dense foliage crowds this area, nearly black at this time of night. Above,
dappled wedges of the night sky are visible through the thick branches;
column-like tree trunks stand starkly against this shadowy backdrop. Fallen
branches and leaves, some tangled in the ever-present undergrowth, are visible
in the few shafts of pale light.
This area is vast. The air is eerily still.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A round steel shield is right next to you.
A young man with rough olive skin is standing right next to you.
A whole leg of mutton is far to the northeast.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing at rest, his spear at his
side right next to you.
Locaion is standing right next to you.
Galemon is standing in a slight crouch with his wings flapping behind him
sending dust in the air right next to you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
Some wood logs are right next to you.
Two wooden arrow shafts are right next to you.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northeast.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are right next to you.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are right next to you.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northeast.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
==================================================================
You begin to slowly walk off to the east, holding a blackened draite broadsword
and serrated draite sword, his embroidered white robe gliding motionlessly over
the ground.
A young man with a beaklike nose begins to slowly walk off to the east,
wielding an iron-tipped spear.
A man with chipped teeth begins to slowly walk off to the east, holding an
iron-tipped spear.
A young man with a pug nose begins to jog off to the east, holding a wooden
shield and iron-tipped spear.
You stop moving.
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is dark here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Dense foliage crowds this area, nearly black at this time of night. Above,
dappled wedges of the night sky are visible through the thick branches;
column-like tree trunks stand starkly against this shadowy backdrop. Fallen
branches and leaves, some tangled in the ever-present undergrowth, are visible
in the few shafts of pale light.
This area is vast. The air is eerily still.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A round steel shield is nearby to the west.
A young man with rough olive skin is standing nearby to the west.
A whole leg of mutton is far to the northeast.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing at rest, his spear at his
side nearby to the west.
Locaion is standing nearby to the west.
Galemon is standing in a slight crouch with his wings flapping behind him
sending dust in the air nearby to the west.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
Some wood logs are nearby to the west.
Two wooden arrow shafts are nearby to the west.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northwest.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are nearby to the west.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are nearby to the west.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northwest.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
==================================================================
You stoop over.
| > Locaion spits out blood, glaring at you.
A young man with a pug nose eyes the area suspiciously.
A young man with a beaklike nose looks annoyed.
A man with chipped teeth looks annoyed.
A young man with a pug nose looks annoyed.
Locaion says, "You should never have betrayed your oath Remoran..."
Locaion asks, "And for what? For... for this?"
Locaion pants heavily, blood slowly oozing from his own wounds.
You fall forward slightly, balancing yourself by lodging your blackened draite
broadsword into the earth, "My.. ambition.. defies you... defies DEATH.. I have
.."
A young man with a beaklike nose eyes a passing citizen.
You drop a blackened draite broadsword.
You drop a serrated draite sword.
You remove an oak shortbow.
You open a belt pouch.
You reach to a belt pouch.
You take a bone-tipped arrow.
You begin loading an oak shortbow.
| > You finish loading an oak shortbow.
Galemon begins to fly.
Locaion says, "Remoran had no such ambition..."
Locaion says, "Remoran was my friend... my cousin... the honored captain of the
guard..."
You nock two arrows into your oak shortbow, and in a single swift blur, fire
both at Locaion.
You fire a bone-tipped arrow from your oak shortbow at Locaion!
Your shot goes wide.
You reach to a belt pouch.
You take a bone-tipped arrow.
You begin loading an oak shortbow.
You finish loading an oak shortbow.
You fire a bone-tipped arrow from your oak shortbow at Locaion!
Your shot goes wide.
| > A young man with oily blackish-red hair snarls.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair exclaims, "Coward!"
A young man with a pug nose eyes the area suspiciously.
Galemon exclaims, "Fight with no!"
Locaion blinks, grunting as both arrows strike him hard in the chest.
Galemon blinks.
Locaion pauses, calmly glancing down at the wounds... slowly beginning to ooze
blood.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair's nostrils flare with rage.
Galemon removes a small ironwood longbow.
Locaion looks up slowly at you.
Galemon reaches to a woven leather bag.
Galemon takes a decorated wooden arrow.
Locaion says, "Remoran is dead."
Galemon begins loading a small ironwood longbow.
Galemon says, "Say beeable word Locaion."
Galemon begins aiming his small ironwood longbow at you.
Reaching almost mechanically into your pouch, you draw a third arrow and let
it loose.
You reach to a belt pouch.
You take a stone-tipped arrow.
You begin loading an oak shortbow.
| > Galemon raises his small ironwood longbow slightly.
You finish loading an oak shortbow.
You fire a stone-tipped arrow from your oak shortbow at Locaion!
You clout Locaion in the left arm with your stone-tipped arrow.
Galemon now has his small ironwood longbow aimed at you.
A young man with a pug nose hums a tune.
Locaion coughs.
Galemon squints one eye.
Galemon raises his voice "Say beeable word Locaion."
You reach to a belt pouch.
You take a bone-tipped arrow.
You begin loading an oak shortbow.
| > You finish loading an oak shortbow.
Locaion looks down at his wounds, coughing up blood.
Galemon is no longer aiming at you.
Galemon begins aiming his small ironwood longbow at you.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair looks at Locaion.
Locaion says, "Remoran... is dead."
You presse the weight of your body towards your oak shortbow and whisper in a
low hiss, "We'll be dead together, cousin."
| > Galemon now has his small ironwood longbow aimed at you.
Heavily wooded forest
Obvious exits: nothing
It is dark here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Dense foliage crowds this area, nearly black at this time of night. Above,
dappled wedges of the night sky are visible through the thick branches;
column-like tree trunks stand starkly against this shadowy backdrop. Fallen
branches and leaves, some tangled in the ever-present undergrowth, are visible
in the few shafts of pale light.
This area is vast. The air is eerily still.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing at rest, his spear at his
side nearby to the west.
Locaion is standing nearby to the west.
A stone-tipped arrow is nearby to the west.
Two bone-tipped arrows are nearby to the west.
A serrated draite sword is right next to you.
A blackened draite broadsword is right next to you.
A round steel shield is nearby to the west.
A young man with rough olive skin is standing nearby to the west.
A whole leg of mutton is far to the northeast.
Galemon is flying nearby to the west, aiming a small ironwood longbow at you.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is flying high above you,
nearby to the northeast.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing right next to you.
A man with chipped teeth is standing right next to you.
A young man with a pug nose is standing right next to you.
Some wood logs are nearby to the west.
Two wooden arrow shafts are nearby to the west.
A small wooden bow is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden torch is nearby to the northeast.
A grass foot binding is to the northwest.
Some smooth rocks are to the northeast.
Some wood logs are nearby to the northeast.
A bone club is to the northeast.
Two fallen oak trees are nearby to the west.
A wood log is far to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are nearby to the west.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the northeast.
A partially completed wood leanto is nearby to the northeast.
A fallen yew tree is to the northeast.
A fallen oak tree is nearby to the northeast.
A small stone cottage is to the northeast.
A signpost is to the northwest.
A stone well is nearby to the northeast.
==================================================================
You fire a bone-tipped arrow from your oak shortbow at a round steel shield!
You hit a round steel shield with your bone-tipped arrow.
| > Locaion growls, and with amazing speed swings upward with his sword, narrowly
hacking the arrow in two mid-flight.
Galemon says, "Not do count on it coward."
A man with chipped teeth makes a thoughtful noise.
A young man with a pug nose raises his eyebrow.
Galemon spits.
A young man with a beaklike nose glares at Galemon.
Galemon is no longer aiming at you.
Galemon begins aiming his small ironwood longbow at you.
Galemon raises his small ironwood longbow slightly.
Galemon now has his small ironwood longbow aimed at you.
Locaion pants heavily, coughing up more blood as the shattered arrow falls to
the ground.
Locaion says, "This ends NOW."
Locaion poses for take off.
Locaion sprints to you, holding an ornately etched dagger and polished steel
shortsword.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair runs to you, holding an iron-tipped
spear.
You drop an oak shortbow.
You take a serrated draite sword.
You take a blackened draite broadsword.
You hold both your swords outwards at diaganol angles, crossing the two of them
together in a defensive position.
| > Locaion says, "Konach, wait here."
Galemon is no longer aiming at you.
Locaion growls.
A young man with a beaklike nose makes a thoughtful noise.
A young man with a pug nose makes a thoughtful noise.
Galemon spits.
A young man with a beaklike nose glares at Galemon.
Locaion raises his weapons as if to attack.
You stumble backwards, trailing blood in your wake.
You begin to slowly stagger off to a small stone cottage, wielding a blackened
draite broadsword and serrated draite sword.
You change your pace to a speedy run.
| > Locaion snorts.
Locaion sprints to you, holding an ornately etched dagger and polished steel
shortsword.
A small stone cottage
Obvious exits: out
It is dark here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
This is a small stone cottage made of various rocks and wood. The cracks
between the stones are filled with a hard gray substance. The roof is
triangular and steeply sloped covered with cut wooden slates. The only opening
is a wooden doorway.
This area is extremely large with an extremely high ceiling.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A stone snifter is close by to the northeast.
A small grass basket is close by to the southwest.
A tree branch is close by to the southwest.
A wooden stick is close by to the southwest.
A flat wooden distaff is nearby to the northwest.
A stone-whorled spindle is nearby to the southeast.
A round table top is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden tent pole is nearby to the southeast.
A standing loom is nearby to the southeast.
==================================================================
| > Locaion runs in from the out, holding an ornately etched dagger and polished
steel shortsword.
Locaion starts a fight with you!
You say in a low, guttural tone, "Die."
You turn to fight Locaion!
Locaion contemptuously darts away from your serrated draite sword.
Locaion skillfully evades your blackened draite broadsword.
You casually leap out of the way of Locaion's polished steel shortsword.
Locaion contemptuously careens away from your blackened draite broadsword.
Locaion lunges in and deeply gashes your right arm with his polished steel
shortsword!
Locaion's ornately etched dagger glances off of your right arm.
Locaion contemptuously careens away from your serrated draite sword.
Locaion contemptuously scrambles out of the way of your blackened draite
broadsword.
You are holding a blackened draite broadsword in your left hand and a serrated
draite sword in your right hand.
You are wearing an embroidered white robe on your body, a darkened plate helm
on your head, a quartz necklace around your neck, a black plate bracer around
your left wrist, a black plate bracer around your right wrist, a leather boot
with a curved knife in it on your right foot, a leather boot with an iron main
gauche in it on your left foot, and an obsidian ring on your left hand.
A long scabbard and a belt pouch hang from a sword belt around your waist.
[COMBAT SPAM OMITTED]
Locaion feints to the left and scores your left leg with his polished steel
shortsword!
Locaion just barely eludes your blackened draite broadsword.
You slowly stagger to the out, wielding a blackened draite broadsword and
serrated draite sword.
Locaion quickly staggers to the out, brandishing an ornately etched dagger and
polished steel shortsword.
|| >
Locaion effortlessly ducks under your serrated draite sword.
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An oak shortbow is to the southwest.
Three bone-tipped arrows are to the southwest.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair is standing at rest, his spear at his
side to the southwest.
A stone-tipped arrow is to the southwest.
A round steel shield is to the southwest.
A young man with rough olive skin is standing to the southwest.
A whole leg of mutton is nearby to the northeast.
Galemon is flying to the southwest.
A young male halak with ruffled dark-brown feathers is standing to the
southwest.
A young man with a beaklike nose is standing to the southwest.
A man with chipped teeth is standing to the southwest.
A young man with a pug nose is standing to the southwest.
Lots of wood logs are to the southwest.
Two wooden arrow shafts are to the southwest.
A small wooden bow is to the southwest.
A wooden torch is to the southwest.
A grass foot binding is to the northwest.
A smooth rock is to the northwest.
Two smooth rocks are nearby to the southwest.
A smooth rock is to the southeast.
A bone club is to the southwest.
Three fallen oak trees are to the southwest.
A wood log is nearby to the northeast.
Two fallen pine trees are to the southwest.
A fallen yew tree is to the southwest.
A partially completed wood leanto is to the southwest.
A fallen yew tree is nearby to the southwest.
A small stone cottage is right next to you.
A signpost is to the northwest.
A stone well is to the southwest.
==================================================================
||| > Locaion quickly staggers in from the small stone cottage, holding an ornately
etched dagger and polished steel shortsword.
You stop fighting.
||| >
You skillfully dart away from Locaion's polished steel shortsword.
Locaion stops fighting.
Locaion growls.
Locaion pants.
A young man with a beaklike nose raises his eyebrow.
A man with chipped teeth makes a thoughtful noise.
A young man with a pug nose makes a thoughtful noise.
Locaion coughs.
You whisper in a low hiss, "It defies death, Locaion.. it can not.. you can
not.."
||| > A young man with oily blackish-red hair looks at you.
Galemon looks at Locaion.
A young man with oily blackish-red hair looks frightfully toward Locaion.
Galemon looks at you.
You says, your heavy breaths resounding within your darkened plate helm - torn
to shreds, revealing your deathly gaze, "I can not.."
||| >
Health:
body: in perfect health.
head: badly hurt.
left arm: in perfect health.
left leg: badly hurt.
right arm: badly injured.
right leg: hurt.
You slowly stagger to a small stone cottage, wielding a blackened draite
broadsword and serrated draite sword.
Locaion quickly staggers to a small stone cottage, brandishing an ornately
etched dagger and polished steel shortsword.
||| >
A small stone cottage
Obvious exits: out
It is dark here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
This is a small stone cottage made of various rocks and wood. The cracks
between the stones are filled with a hard gray substance. The roof is
triangular and steeply sloped covered with cut wooden slates. The only opening
is a wooden doorway.
This area is extremely large with an extremely high ceiling.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A stone snifter is close by to the northeast.
A small grass basket is close by to the southwest.
A tree branch is close by to the southwest.
A wooden stick is close by to the southwest.
A flat wooden distaff is nearby to the northwest.
A stone-whorled spindle is nearby to the southeast.
A round table top is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden tent pole is nearby to the southeast.
A standing loom is nearby to the southeast.
==================================================================
||| > Locaion quickly staggers in from the out, brandishing an ornately etched dagger
and polished steel shortsword.
You attack Locaion!
||| > Locaion breaths heavily, blood trickling down from his mouth, "No, Remoran...
This ends with you, I swear it!"
Locaion retaliates against you!
Locaion contemptuously dodges your serrated draite sword.
Locaion skillfully evades your blackened draite broadsword.
You skillfully duck under Locaion's polished steel shortsword.
You just barely dodge under Locaion's ornately etched dagger.
||| >
Locaion luckily evades your serrated draite sword.
Locaion skillfully eludes your blackened draite broadsword.
Locaion gets inside your guard and grazes your left arm with his polished steel
shortsword!
Locaion just barely evades your serrated draite sword.
You force past Locaion's defenses and rake his right leg with your blackened
draite broadsword!
You effortlessly duck under Locaion's polished steel shortsword.
[COMBAT SPAM OMITTED]
You slip through Locaion's guard and slit his left arm with your serrated
draite sword!
Locaion sneaks past your defenses and pokes your body with his ornately etched
dagger!
Locaion's left arm is crippled!
Locaion drops a polished steel shortsword.
You stop fighting.
||| > Locaion stops fighting.
Locaion blinks.
A small stone cottage
Obvious exits: out
It is dark here.
------------------------------------------------------------------
This is a small stone cottage made of various rocks and wood. The cracks
between the stones are filled with a hard gray substance. The roof is
triangular and steeply sloped covered with cut wooden slates. The only opening
is a wooden doorway.
This area is extremely large with an extremely high ceiling.
------------------------------------------------------------------
A polished steel shortsword is right next to you.
Locaion is standing right next to you.
A stone snifter is close by to the northeast.
A small grass basket is close by to the southwest.
A tree branch is close by to the southwest.
A wooden stick is close by to the southwest.
A flat wooden distaff is nearby to the northwest.
A stone-whorled spindle is nearby to the southeast.
A round table top is nearby to the northeast.
A wooden tent pole is nearby to the southeast.
A standing loom is nearby to the southeast.
==================================================================
||| > Locaion releases a string of expletives.
Locaion drops an ornately etched dagger.
||| > Locaion winces from the pain, glaring at you.
Locaion takes a polished steel shortsword.
||| > Locaion exclaims, "I shall never yield!"
Locaion suddenly jumps you!
You turn to fight Locaion!
||| >
You swiftly stop Locaion's polished steel shortsword with your serrated draite
sword.
Locaion luckily careens away from your serrated draite sword.
You get inside Locaion's guard and slash his head with your blackened draite
broadsword!
You swiftly dodge Locaion's polished steel shortsword.
Locaion casually slides under your blackened draite broadsword.
||| >
Locaion slips through your guard and scores your body with his polished steel
shortsword!
[COMBAT SPAM OMITTED]
Health:
body: hurt.
head: badly hurt.
left arm: slightly wounded.
left leg: badly hurt.
right arm: badly injured.
right leg: badly hurt.
You fall to the ground.
||| >
Locaion slips through your guard and shaves your body with his polished steel
shortsword!
Locaion's polished steel shortsword glances off of your right arm.
Locaion feints to the right and grazes your right arm with his polished steel
shortsword!
|||| >
Locaion's polished steel shortsword glances off of your head.
You drop a blackened draite broadsword.
|||| >
Locaion rushes forward and grazes your right leg with his polished steel
shortsword!
Locaion throws back his head and howls.
You are holding a serrated draite sword in your right hand.
You are wearing an embroidered white robe on your body, a darkened plate helm
on your head, a quartz necklace around your neck, a black plate bracer around
your left wrist, a black plate bracer around your right wrist, a leather boot
with a curved knife in it on your right foot, a leather boot with an iron main
gauche in it on your left foot, and an obsidian ring on your left hand.
A long scabbard and a belt pouch hang from a sword belt around your waist.
Locaion dodges to the side and scores your left leg with his polished steel
shortsword!
Locaion growls.
|||| > Locaion snarls at you.
|||| >
Locaion sneaks past your defenses and gashes your right leg with his polished
steel shortsword!
Galemon flies in from the out, wielding a small ironwood longbow, with his
large gray wings spread and flapping behind him.
You jump to your feet.
|||| >
Locaion feints to the left and rakes your head with his polished steel
shortsword!
You strafe to the side, kicking up dirt as you does.
|||| >
Locaion rushes forward and rakes your left arm with his polished steel
shortsword!
You strafe to the side, using all available space - your own blood trailing
behind him.
You stoop over for a faint moment, then rises, striking upwards with your
ascent.
||||| > Galemon wears a small ironwood longbow.
Locaion growls, lunging forward desperately, clutching his mauled left arm
close to his body.
Locaion dodges to the side and gashes your right leg with his polished steel
shortsword!
---*---
||||| >
Locaion lunges in and shaves your left leg with his polished steel shortsword!
Locaion lunges in and scores your right arm with his polished steel shortsword!
You hold your weapon high over your head, then brings it down in a slow, heavy
arc.
Locaion feints to the right and brushes your right arm with his polished steel
shortsword!
You scream coarsely, your widened eyes visible through your darkened plate
helm, "MAAALERIS!"
||||| >
Locaion rushes forward and shaves your left leg with his polished steel
shortsword!
Health:
body: badly injured.
head: badly injured.
left arm: badly hurt.
left leg: horribly injured.
right arm: horribly injured.
right leg: massively injured.
Locaion feints to the left and jabs your body with his polished steel
shortsword!
||||| >
Locaion gets past your defenses and brushes your body with his polished steel
shortsword!
Locaion slips through your guard and scrapes your body with his polished steel
shortsword!
Locaion growls, kicking at your kneecap.
Locaion feints to the right and severely jabs your right leg with his polished
steel shortsword!
You collapse under the weight of your injuries.
You fall to the ground.
||||| >
Locaion gets past your defenses and rakes your left arm with his polished steel
shortsword!
[COMBAT SPAM OMITTED]
Locaion charges forward and grazes your body with his polished steel
shortsword!
You retaliate against Locaion!
Locaion gets past your defenses and rakes your head with his polished steel
shortsword!
You drop a serrated draite sword.
||||||| >
Locaion dodges to the side and shaves your body with his polished steel
shortsword!
Your body is crippled!
Everything darkens...
You die a horrible death.