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Clan Strongholds~
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#47250
The Stables~
This large room is lined with hitching posts and feeding troughs.  The

smell of the earthen walls and floor mingles with the scent of animals.

The floor is strewn with straw, but surprisingly free of other litter.  A

crude staircase leads up.

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polished granite door~
polished granite door~
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#47251
A Small Chamber~
You are in a small room, illuminated by a torches set in large holders

which stand on either side of the entry.  The walls are made of large

slabs of polished granite fitted together flawlessly.  You see a doorway

to the north, its massive wooden doors standing open in invitation.

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#47252
Common Room~
You have entered a large, low room with granite-panelled walls.  A

fountain stands in the southeast corner, and the southwest corner is

graced by a statue of a small vyan.  A large kettle of simmering elf stew

sits in a fire-pit in the center of the room.  A bank teller stands

beyond a window in the western wall.  A gracefully curving staircase

leads down and an open doorway leads south.

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statue~
This little vyan is carved in pure, black obsidian.  A plaque at the base

of the statue is engraved with the words: Asser Ksaryan.  Known in these

realms as Assamit, Master Thief and beloved of Dark Watch.  We thank him

for his generosity and keep him in our hearts.

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#47253
Great Hall~
This immense chamber has been meticulously hewn from the living rock, its

walls rising at least twenty feet to reach the gracefully domed ceiling.

Intricate carvings line the walls, showing a glimpse of the many wars,

battles and conquests won by mighty dark warriors.  Fiery, flickering

light radiates from dozens of torches mounted on the walls in golden

holders, bringing the carved surfaces to life.  A small doorway leads to

the east, and the curved staircase leads up and down.

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#47254
Armorsmith's Workroom~
This hot, smokey room is dominated by a huge black anvil.  Along the

walls various tools have been neatly hung from metal racks.  Bins of

scrap metal sit along the southern wall, filled with the twisted remains

of broken armor and half-melted weapons.

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custom~
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if( mob_in_room( 1946, room ) )

  act_tochar( #custom, ch );

else

  continue;

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custom~
Item                         Cost  Lvl   Ingredients

----                         ----  ---   -----------

Five mithril rings            --     1   mithril token

Five steel rings              --     1   steel token

Five iron rings               --     1   iron token

Five bronze rings             --     1   bronze token

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custom~
mithril iron bronze steel~
mob = mob_in_room( 1946, room );

tell( mob, ch, #give );

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give~
Well, give me the token and I'll exchange it for some rings of the same

metal.

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#47255
Armorsmith's Workroom~
Under Construction.

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#47256
Training Room~
This large room has been roughly carved into the solid granite.  Torches

sit in holders on the north and south walls, dimly illuminating the

blood-spattered walls.  The walls and floor are scarred and scorched from

many duels and training sessions.  A large doorway on the western wall

leads back to the main chamber.

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#47257
Hallway~
You are standing in a long hallway, faintly lit by torches mounted on the

walls.  The walls are damp and a few inches of water floods the floor.

The hallway stretches to the east, and a curving staircase leads up.

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unlock~
door~
if( has_obj( 2759, ch ) ) {

act_tochar( #lock, ch );

act_notchar( #rlock, ch );

transfer( ch, find_room( 47258 ) );

act_notchar( #arrive, ch );

}

else

act_tochar( #nope, ch );

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lock~
You fit your key into the lock...

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rlock~
$n fits $s key into the lock and abruptly disappears.

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arrive~
$n materializes in the room.

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nope~
You lack the key - perhaps try picking it.

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#47258
Storage Room~
This small room is very dark, making it difficult to judge its size.  The

walls are made of a dark metal, its panels joined together with large

rivets.  A heavy metal door leads south.

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unlock~
door~
if( has_obj( 2759, ch ) ) {

  act_tochar( #lock, ch );

  act_notchar( #rlock, ch );

  transfer( ch, find_room( 47257 ) );

  act_notchar( #arrive, ch );

  }

else

  act_tochar( #nope, ch );

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lock~
You fit your key into the lock...

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rlock~
$n fits $s key into the lock and abruptly disappears!

~
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arrive~
$n materializes in the room.

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nope~
You lack the key - perhaps try picking it.

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#47259
Tower Foyer~
The entire room seems to be hollowed out of a single piece of ivory, and

polished until it appears to glow opalescent in the ambient light.  A

spiral stair seamlessly rises up out of the floor, curving around itself

as it travels to the ceiling.  There is no support pillar for this

structure, and the railings seem more serpents coiling through the air

than pieces of cold stone.  A sapphire blue rune glows softly on the

outside wall, the only visible departure from the uninterrupted white of

the foyer.

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The entire room seems to be hollowed out of a single piece of ivory, burn

marks and blood causes the almost translucent stone to glow an evil crimson in the ambient

light.  A spiral stair, chipped and damaged, rises up out of the floor,

curving around itself as it travels to the ceiling.  There is no support

pillar for this structure, and the railings seem more serpents coiling

through the air than pieces of cold stone.  A dimly glowing rune pulses

angrily at about chest level, a malignant purple.

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ivory door~
ivory door~
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oldrune~
The rune is simple, and has many flowing curves.  A soft blue glow

radiates from it, as if it were not so much a part of this world, but a

reflection of another.

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rune~
The rune is simple, and turns upon itself in twisted convolutions.  A

malevolant violent glow radiates from it, as if it were not so much a

part of this world, but a reflection of another much darker.

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trace~
rune~
if( !is_open( room, east ) ) {

  act_tochar( #rune, ch );

  act_notchar( #rrune, ch );

  wait( 1 );

  act_room( #open, ch );

  open( room, east );

wait( 4 );

act_room( #close, ch );

close( room, east );

  }

else {

  act_tochar( #rune, ch );

  act_notchar( #rrune, ch );

  wait( 1 );

  act_room( #close, ch );

  close( room, east );

  }

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rune~
You trace the sinuous curves of the darkly glowing rune.

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rrune~
$n traces the sinuous curves of the darkly glowing rune.

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open~
The door swings silently open.

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close~
The door swings silently closed.

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#47260
The Training Grounds - Near a Tower~
Pearlescent ivory walls soar far into the sky, seeminginly without end

from so close to the base.  Not a seam, crack, or scratch can be seen in

these walls, leaving the strong impression that the whole of it was

created through a great expenditure of arcane power.  Looking closer, a

softly gleaming rune pulses quietly at about chest level, a faint

sapphire.

--

Pearlescent ivory walls now stained with soot, rise far into the sky,

seemingly without end from so close to the base.  Not a seam can be seen

in the tower's stone, but scratches and scorch marks reach roughly twenty

feet into the air.  Above the darkened soot line, the alabaster tower

still rises unscathed.  The seamless construction gives the strong

impression that the whole of it was created through a great expenditure

of arcane power.  Looking closer, a dimly glowing rune pulses angrily at

about chest level, a malignant purple.

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ivory door~
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oldrune~
The rune is simple, and has many flowing curves.  A soft blue glow

radiates from it, as if it were not so much a part of this world, but a

reflection of another.

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rune~
The rune is simple, and turns upon itself in twisted convolutions.  A

malevolent violet glow radiates from it, as if it were not so much a part

of this world, but a reflection of another much darker.

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trace~
rune~
if( !is_open( room, west ) ) {

  act_tochar( #rune, ch );

  act_notchar( #rrune, ch );

  wait( 1 );

  act_room( #open, ch );

  open( room, west );

wait( 4 );

act_room( #close, ch );

close( room, west );

  }

else {

  act_tochar( #rune, ch );

  act_notchar( #rrune, ch );

  wait( 1 );

  act_room( #close, ch );

  close( room, west );

  }

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rune~
You trace the sinuous curves of the darkly glowing rune.

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rrune~
$n traces the sinuous curves of the darkly glowing rune.

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open~
The door swings silently open.

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close~
The door swings silently closed.

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#47261
The Training Grounds~
Great trees soar overhead, creating a verdant canopy over the grassy area

below.  Sunlight filters down through the leaves of many different kinds

of trees, illuminating embroidered banners hanging from the lower boughs.

The murmurs of a brook dance through the area, surrounding you with sound.

Glimpses of structures can be seen through the trees in every direction,

but at a great enough distance to not disturb the training grounds.

--

Great trees soar overhead, limbs outstretched but no longer clothed in

lush, green leaves.  Hazy sunlight attempts to filter through the bare

branches, but the courtyard still seems shrouded in shadows.  Once-fine

emrbroidered banners hang from the lower limbs of the trees, and flutter

silently in the chill wind.  The sound of sluggishly flowing water can be

heard to the east, an almost mournful chorus.  Glimpses of structures can

be seen through the trees in every direction, but at a great enough

distance to not disturb the training grounds.

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crystalline doors~
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oldbanners~
Fluttering in the breeze is a myriad of different colored banners. 

Adorning each of the silken flags is an embroidered crest, and the

personnal sigil of a member of the training grounds.

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oldtrees~
Spaced about the large training grounds are trees of all

sorts.  Large oaks, pines and maples spread their branches to the skies,

lending shade to the field, while smaller trees silently watch over the

training of the young combatants.

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oldstructures~
Glancing around the area, you can see buildings in all directions. 

Though you are too far away to make out any great detail, each seems to

be of the same quality and composition as the outer walls of the compound.

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banners~
Flapping in the wind are the remnants of once-brilliantly colored banners. 

Faded sigils adorn each banner, and the personal sigil of the Training

Grounds seems almost leeched of color by sunlight and neglect.

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trees~
Spaced about the large training grounds are bare trees of many varieties. 

Large oaks, pines, and maples spread their barren branches to the empty

sky, lending fitful shade to the field, while smaller trees stand silent

sentinel to times past.

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structures~
Glancing around the area, you can see buildings in all directions. 

Though you are too far away to make out any great detail, each seems to

be of the same quality and composition as the rest of the training

grounds, and in the same state of disrepair.

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insert~
rod~
if( has_obj( 1767, ch ) ) {

  if( !is_open( room, south ) ) {

    act_tochar( #leave, ch );

    act_notchar( #rleave, ch );

    wait( 1 );

    act_room( #open, ch );

    open( room, south );

    }

  else {

    act_tochar( #leave, ch );

    act_notchar( #rleave, ch );

    wait( 1 );

    act_room( #close, ch );

    close( room, south );

    }

  }

else

  act_tochar( #nope, ch );

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leave~
You insert the crystal rod into the octahedral hole in the center of the

doors.

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rleave~
$n inserts an eight-sided crystal rod into the octahedral hole in the

center of the doors.

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open~
The crystalline doors swing silently open.

~
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close~
The crystalline doors swing silently closed.

~
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nope~
You lack the crystal rod.

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#47262
The Guildhall~
The scents of pine, a strong soap, and a homecooked meal assail you as

you step through the door into the guildhall.  A stone hearth completely

dominates the east wall of the room, filled with a blazing fire which

causes the contents of cookpot hanging from an iron hook to simmer

quietly.  The wood floor is glows golden with the buff of many hours of

cleaning, and reflects the light of many candles set into iron sconces on

the support beams for the great eaved roof.  An equally well-kept and

stocked bar lines the room to the west, with many leather-padded stools

offering a perch for a weary clansman.

---

Greasy black stains creep out into the center of the room, almost as if

someone had thoughtlessly scattered the coals of the fire onto the wood

of the floor.  The stone hearth completely dominates the west wall of the

room, sootstained but still intact.  An empty iron cookpot hangs from a

hook above the cold hearth, while several of the trestle tables have been

chopped into firewood-sized pieces, some stuffed into the hearth, some

scattered along the east side of the room.  Shattered glass litters the

bar, which is almost untouched except for several deep scratches.  There

is no evidence of the stools which must have stood before the bar, but

several of the benches have been thrown behind it.

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*cackle* and the name lives on.... <stare>

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weave~
rod~
if( has_obj( 1767, ch ) ) {

  act_tochar( #hand, ch );

  act_notchar( #rhand, ch );

  wait( 1 );

  act_tochar( #bye, ch );

  act_notchar( #rbye, ch );

  transfer( ch, find_room( 47267 ) );

  act_notchar( #arrive, ch );

  }

else

  act_tochar( #nope, ch );

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hand~
You weave an eight sided crystal rod in a decisive pattern.

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rhand~
$n weaves an eight sided crystal rod in a decisive pattern.

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bye~
A swirling red mist coalesces around you.

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rbye~
A swirling red mist coalesces around $n.  When it clear, $e is gone.

~
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arrive~
A swirling red mist coalesces in the middle of the room, and $n steps out

of it.

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nope~
You lack the crystal rod.

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#47263
Before the Gates~
You stand before a massive archway soaring high overhead.  A knight

riding on horseback would not begin to approach the crest adorning the

top of the arch.  A pair of crystalline doors, a milky quartz in color,

bar passage through the gate.  No blemishes mar the surface of the

glistening doors, save a small octagonal hole set in the center.  The

quartz seems to be suspended by magic, for no hinges can be seen

attaching them to the granite walls.  No seams or foundations can be seen

in the stone, giving the impression it was pulled out of the ground

entirely by the forces of magic.

---

You stand before a massive archway soaring high overhead.  A knight

riding on horseback would not begin to approach the now shattered crest

adorning the top of the arch.  A pair of crystalline doors, a milky

quartz in color bar passage through the gate.  Scratches and scorch marks

now mar the surface of these once glistening doors, a shattered fragment

broken off from the center of the door disfigures the octagonal hole set

into the middle of the quartz.  No hinges can be seen, nor seams and

foundations in the stone, giving the impression it was pulled out of the

ground entirely by the forces of magic.

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shattered crest~
The remains of an emblem are still recognizable despite the damage to the

crest.  The crest of the Training Grounds, though incomplete silently

watches over those that pass through the crystal gates.

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doors milky quartz gates~
Peering through the milky stone of the door, you begin to make out darker

patches against the translucent whiteness of the quartz.  Wide gashes mar

the once-smooth surface of the massive doors, leaving the impression of

great force being applied to the gate.  The stone's integrity has been

uncompromized, and the twin quartz doors still hang as if by magic.

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walls stone~
The stone that makes up these seamless walls is an exacting color for the

ground beneath your feet.  The complete lack of seams in the towering

walls combined with this perfect color gives a very strong impression

that the walls were forced up out of the ground by powerful magic's.

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insert~
rod~
if( has_obj( 1767, ch ) ) {

  if( !is_open( room, north ) ) {

    act_tochar( #leave, ch );

    act_notchar( #rleave, ch );

    wait( 1 );

    act_room( #open, ch );

    open( room, north );

    }

  else {

    act_tochar( #leave, ch );

    act_notchar( #rleave, ch );

    wait( 1 );

    act_room( #close, ch );

    close( room, north );

    }

  }

else

  act_tochar( #nope, ch );

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leave~
You insert the crystal rod into the octahedral hole in the center of the

doors.

~
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rleave~
$n inserts an eight-sided crystal rod into the octahedral hole in the

center of the doors.

~
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nope~
You lack the crystal rod.

~
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open~
The crystalline doors swing silently open.

~
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close~
The crystalline doors swing silently closed.

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invoke~
rod~
if( has_obj( 1767, ch ) ) {

  if( !mob_in_room( 1627, room ) ) {

    act_tochar( #invoke, ch );

    act_notchar( #rinvoke, ch );

    wait( 1 );

    act_room( #portal, ch );

    mload( 1627, room );

    wait( 7 );

    send_to_room( #bye, room );

    junk_mob( mob_in_room( 1627, room ) );

    }

  else

    act_tochar( #nope, ch );

  }

else

  act_tochar( #norod, ch );

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invoke~
@BYou invoke the power of the crystal rod, willing it to form a portal to

the material plane.

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rinvoke~
@B$n holds an eight sided crystal rod before $m, incanting mystical

phrases.

~
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portal~
@BA whirling blue portal materializes before you.

~
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bye~
The shimmering portal glows brightly, then fades away.

~
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nope~
You invoke the rod, but nothing happens.

~
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norod~
You lack the crystal rod.

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enter~
portal~
if( mob_in_room( 1627, room ) ) {

  act_tochar( #enter, ch );

  act_notchar( #rstep, ch );

  transfer( ch, find_room( 19143 ) );

  act_notchar( #arrive, ch );

  }

else

  act_tochar( #nope, ch );

~
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enter~
You step into the shimmering portal and reality shifts.

~
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rstep~
$n steps into the shimmering portal and disappears.

~
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nope~
Whatever that is you are unable to enter it.

~
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arrive~
$n materializes from thin air.

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#47264
The Training Grounds - Near a Temple~
An imposing structure of obsidian marble soars up into the eastern sky.

Thinly veined with silver, the stone seems pulled out of the night sky

itself as it forms elegant arches and pillars across the front of the

building.  A circular stained glass window gleams in dark jewel tones

from the center of the facade, surrounded by wickedly grinning gargoyles

carved from the same night-colored stone.

---

An imposing structure of obsidian marble soars up into the empty eastern

sky.  Thinly veined with silver, the stone seems pulled out of the night

sky itself.  Once elegant arches, pillars, and flying buttresses now lie

broken and crumpled on the ground.  Remnants of a circular stained glass

window still gleam in dark jewel tones from the center of the facade,

now gaping holes diminishing its beauty.  Wickedly grinning gargoyles

carved from the same night-colored stone of the walls surround the gaping

hole filled with jagged pieces of stained glass.

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structure temple~
The temple itself is a massive structure of dark marble.  The building

seems to have been constructed by skilled craftsmen, and in a state of

disrepair.

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obsidian marble thinly veined silver stone~
As black as the midnight sky, the marble is unblemished by any lighter

discoloration's, save for the veins of silver running through the stone.

~
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arches pillars flying buttresses broken ground~
Shattered pieces of ebon marble lie strewn upon the ground at the base of

the temple.  The grass growing up around each piece gives the impression

that none of these pieces have been moved recently..  Curving edges on

the fragments of rubble speak of elegant stonework that once matched the

gaping wounds of broken stone high upon the front wall of the building.

~
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remnants circular stained glass window center gaping hole~
Sunlight reflects oddly off of the slivers of stained glass still

clinging to the iron framework of the great circular window.  Myriad

colors in a darkened and twisted parody of a rainbow litter the ground

below the window, giving the impression of great intricacy in the

original pattern.

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wickedly grinning gargoyle~
Shining black marble pulls away from gleaming silver teeth, cunningly

fashioned out of the stone to match the natural pattern of the gleaming

veins in the dark rock.  Eerily lifelike, the creature crouching high

above your head almost seems to watching you with dark, evil eyes.

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#47265
Inside the Temple~
Polished silver braziers line the aisle and illuminate the temple

interior.  Dark pillars the color of a midnight sky gleam as the silver

threads through the obsidian marble reflect the flickering candlelight. 

silent rows facing the altar in front of them.  A pristine white carpet

flows down the center aisle, meeting with the carpet covering the raised

dais at the center of the temple.  Alabaster candles fill candelabras

along the far walls of the temple and send flashes of silver dancing

through the stone of the walls.

--

Tarnished silver braziers lie toppled along the aisle, once the main

illumination for the temple's interior.  A single brazier stands near the

front of the room, feebly attempting to light the room alone.  Dark

pillars, once brilliant columns, their silver threads reflecting the

flickering light from the braziers now show marks of great neglect.  Cuts

and chips mar the pillars of marble ruining their value but not

diminishing the memory of their beauty.  Pews lie broken and shattered on

the floor, no longer facing the altar in the front of the room.  A dingy

white carpet, now no more than tattered remnants feebly attempts to flow

down the center aisle, converges with the threads of carpet covering the

raised dais at the center of the temple.  Broken remains of alabaster

candles fill tarnished candelabras along the far walls of the temples.

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tarnished silver braziers~
Taking more careful notice of the toppled braziers lining the aisle, you

notice that they number eight.  Each of these three legged, silver

braziers are six feet tall, their pure silver now tarnished and barely

recognizable.

~
E
dark pillars columns marble~
The four pillars supporting the second story of the temple are in a

serious state of disrepair.  The columns have been crafted out of a rare

black marble, silver threads running it in a pattern only nature could

create.  Great gashes have been sliced into the pillars, the marble

chipped near the beginning of each slash.

~
E
pews shattered wood~
The pews that once made two rows of seats have all been shattered and

hacked up into small pieces.  Judging by some of the larger pieces of the

pews, each must have been handcarved with extreme care and craftsmanship.

~
E
dingy white carpet tattered remnants aisle~
Flowing down the center aisle of the grand temple is the remnants of a

once fine carpet.  Moths, time, neglect and the uncaring step of an

inestimable number of feet have all but destroyed the carpet.  It is now

a dirty grey in color, and in a few places merely a few threads still

clinging together.

~
E
alabaster candles candelabras~
The alabaster candles that fill the candelabras which have been placed at

equal distances along the outer walls have all either been broken or

burned down to near nothing.  Similar to the rest of the room, they show

great neglect in their appearance.

~
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#47266
The Altar to the Gods~
Alabaster candles surround you, their light reflected off of the silver

inlaid runes on the great stone that is the altar.  Each rune is

flawlessly formed of pure silver, and is the symbol of a god or goddess. 

None takes any precedence over any other, nor varies in anything other

than shape.  A small ivory candle burns with a blue fire towards the

interior of the altar, one for each rune.  No wax drips from these

candles, nor does the flame flicker in the slight draft that occasionally

causes the other tapers to waver.

---

Many flickering shadows are cast by the strangely glowing blue flames

adorning small ivory candles set upon the altar.  Bent candelabras gleam

a dull metal at the edges of the room, with small grey pools of wax that

once were candles.  The blue light reflects oddly off of the silver

inlaid runes on the great stone that is the altar.  Each rune is

flawlessly formed of pure silver, and is the symbol of a god or goddess. 

None takes any precedence over any other, nor varies in anything other

than shape.  Strangely enough, the entire altar set-up appears to not

have been disturbed by the chaos that seems to have destroyed the temple

proper.

~
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thick mahogany door~
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altar candles runes silver inlay stones~
Stepping closer to the marble slab of the altar, you feel a shiver run

down your spine, as if this site was under close scrutiny.  Untouched and

perfectly polished, this altar to all gods of this realm seems almost

otherworldly.  Small ivory candles are topped with a vibrant blue flame

that never wavers, even in the chill wind that runs through the compound.

~
E
bent candelabras dull metal grey small wax pools~
Once elegant candelabras are just so much scrap metal thrown carelessly

against the wall.  Tiny pools of hardened greyish wax litter the floor,

almost as if the candles themselves were scattered about.

~
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#47267
Chamber of the Pyramid~
Glittering runes, pulsing with an unwordly power, are carved into the dark

obsidian walls.  A single torch held in a mithril sconce feebly attempts

to illuminate the room, giving no warmth and little light.  A stand

fashioned into the shape of a dragons claw sits in the center of the room,

holding in its grasp a crystalline pyramid.  A swirling red haze dances

within the pyramid drawing the eye and nearly pulling your consciousness

into it.

---

Dark runes, dimly pulsing with an unworldly power, are carved into once

fine dark obsidian walls.  Cracks and blood stains now mar the once

perfect complexion of these glistening walls.  The burned out remains of

a single torch, held in a now tarnished and worthless mithril sconce

lends proof that this room was inhabited in the not so distant past.  A

stand fashioned into the shape of a dragons claw lies tipped over on its

side in the center of the room, shattered on the floor is the remains of

the crystalline pyramid.

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oldrunes~
These magical runes are carved half an inch deep into the pure obsidian. 

Each of these mystical sigils has been inlaid with a fine red powder,

reminiscent of crushed ruby.

~
E
runes~
These magical runes are carved half an inch deep into the cracked

obsidian walls.  A fine red powder, now darkened and chipped in many

places fills these mystical sigils.

~
A
touch~
pyramid~
act_tochar( #hand, ch );

act_notchar( #rhand, ch );

wait( 1 );

act_tochar( #bye, ch );

act_notchar( #rbye, ch );

transfer( ch, find_room( 47262 ) );

act_notchar( #arrive, ch );

~
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hand~
You place your hands on the crystalline pyramid.

~
E
rhand~
$n places $s hands on the crystalline pyramid.

~
E
bye~
A swirling red mist engulfs you.

~
E
rbye~
A swirling red mist rises from the red pyramid, engulfing $n.

~
E
arrive~
A swirling red mist coalesces in the middle of the room, and $n steps out

of it.

~
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#47268
Tower Foyer~
This dimly lit room has eight walls all of which are equal in size.  To

the south lies a curtain bearing a four-leaf clover depiction.  Each of

the walls bears symbols of vaious kinds, looking at them, they all show

something completely different.  In the center of the room lies an altar

bearing three large statues.  Torches burn from wall sockets, seeming to

never burn low.  The light plays across the room delving into every

corner.

~
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symbols~
Looking at the symbols, there are many to see.  Perhaps looking at them

individually might help.  There are - 

A large confusing painting.

A four leaf clover woven into a curtain.

A large battle shield, with a runed crest.

A crest of a sword and hammer across an open book.

A tapestry with a blue field.

A stone block with intricate carvings.

A pitch black wall with deep inscriptions.

A triptych with a black obsidian frame and base.

~
E
large confusing painting~
The painting is approximately a meter and a half across, and at first

glance appears to be a uniform shade of dark maroon.  A closer

inspection, however, reveals the depths and intricacies of the work.  The

oil-paint has been built up in some areas, and when looked at in a

certain manner, the texture itself composes a second picture, seperate,

yet disturbing in its similarity to the main subject.  Observing the

painting, you are drawn into the swirling maelstrom of the various shades

of colour used within it.  Clouds seem to be moving at random around each

other, flowing into the central point, a single spot of utter blackness. 

A small gold plate is affixed to the bottom edge of the mahogony frame. 

It reads simply "Donated by The Order of The Obsidian Thorn".

~
E
four leaf clover woven~
A simple black curtain over the entrance to the south.  Its soft

material seems to invite touching, with its smooth feel.  Embroided upon

it is a bright green four-leaf clover.  The clover has amazing beauty in

its simplistic design, seeming almost as if you could reach out and grab

it.  In fine red silk, the words "Slen protect us, and all who enter."

are written on the bottom.

~
E
large battle shield runed~
An ancient oval shaped battle shield which is ringed in a

indecipherable runic script.  The crest on the shield depicts the ghostly

form of a knight in ancient full plate armor.  The shadowy form appears

to be saluting you with its deadly looking longsword.

A small plaque reads "Donated by clan SKap".

~
E
crest sword hammer open book~
Affixed to the wall here is a crest, made up of three items.  At the back

is an old book, with cracked and yellowed pages, the runic emblems inside

it barely legible, but obviously inked with blood.  The book is bound in

a silver leather-like cover, possibly the skin of a young silver dragon.

Crossed over this aged book are two weapons. A black obsidian hammer,

etched with runes, and a violet-hued krynite sword, a reddish tint on

its blade.

Under this, a small plaque reads "Knowledge, Skill, Power.  The Training

Grounds, donated by clan RAIN".

~
E
tapestry blue field~
Centered on the tapestry is the emblem of the Watchers of the changing

Winds.  On a field of royal blue is a silver crescent moon placed upon

its side.  Up from the centre of the crescent grows a greate flourishing

oak tree, its branches full of life and reaching towards the sky.

A small plaque reads "Donated by clan Wind".

~
E
stone block intricate carvings~
A massive plain stone block covered with spidery writing, much of it

written in ancient languages.  What you can read comes out as "Hero's of

the highland.  Strength from the Hills to power us to succeed." After

that comes more gibberish, followed by a picture.  The picture seems to

be of the hill dwelling races, including Dwarves, Gnomes and Halflings,

alongside all manner of people, fighting what appears to be a black mass,

but at closer inspection can be seen as masses of Orcs and Goblins.

~
E
pitch balck wall deep inscriptions~
A dark slab of stone with carefully handwritten inscriptions carved

into its surface.  A title reads "To those who no longer grace us with

their presence..."

Beneath that, is a list- Alec, Fingolfin, Komodo, Zim, Arnea

Zwabaire, Logger, Snapdragon, Loriel, Staven, Endymion, Hakim, Kaliban,

Staer, Moonglum and Karalon.  All of you have a special place in our

heritage.

~
E
triptych obsidian frame~
The base has pictures of knights in red-colored armor battling fearsome

dragons painted across it.  The central panel depicting the Lord of the

Knights astride a Silver Dragon leading the knights of the Eternal Flame

against knights clad in charcoal black armor supported by a regiment of

demons.  The left panel depicting a phoenix with its wing spread rising

above the emblem of the eternal flame.  The right panel depicts Knights

of the Eternal Flame fighting orcs in the war-torn streets of Medienne.

~
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#47269
Nightfall's Dwelling~
This room, clearly someone's living area, is quite plush.  Though clear

someone lives here, it is also clear they don't inhabit it often.

Covering the bare stone is a thick carpet that seems to glow a deep

green, while carefully positioned golden balls of light keep the room

well lit.  Except for a large tapestry picturing the close of a day and a

picture with a simple wooden frame, the white walls are totally bare.  In

the corner is a normal-sized bed that hasn't been used much.

~
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picture~
This is a small but well done painting of a young elven woman.  Her long

blond hair slightly obscures the left side of her face, but not enough to

hide the long scar running the length of her cheek.  Her icy grey-blue

eyes seem to follow you around the room, staring directly at you no

matter where you stand.  Her full, red lips provide a stark contrast to

the pale milky-whiteness of her skin.  Looking closely, you notice a

small red mark on her neck, the sign of the devil.  A small plaque at the

bottom of the very simple frame reads simply: Kayla Sel'arvale.

~
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#47270
Torgren's Office~
This room seems large at first glance, but you realize that is only due

to the lack of furniture.  A small mat lies in the center of the room,

obviously worn from use.  A large sack which appears to be filled with

several small rocks or other hard material hangs in one corner of the

room.  Below it are a couple of large pieces of granite.

~
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#47271
FoBB's Treasure Room~
Before you lies the great wealth of the Forgers.  This cavernous room

contains a large number of chests, filled to the brim with bountiful

treasures.  The walls of this room are created from large polished stone

slabs, reflecting the light from the treasure like a mirror.

~
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enter~
tapestry~
act_tochar( #in, ch );

act_notchar( #rin, ch );

transfer( ch, find_room( 51066 ) );

act_notchar( #hi, ch );

~
E
in~
You step into the tapestry and feel reality shift.

~
E
rin~
$n steps up to the tapestry, hesitates, then steps through.

~
E
hi~
$n materializes in the middle of the room.

~
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#47272
Before a Great Shuvana Tree~
Grasping for the clouds, a shuvana tree stands tall and true, rising

above the Medienne skyline.  The base of the trunk is as wide as a sand

wyrm is long and stretches taller than an arrow's shot.  Massive branches

extend over the surrounding buildings and cast a great shade, creating a

nice respite from the sun's glare.  Hanging on the trunk of the tree is a

plaque crafted of fine silver.  Standing before the tree is a granite

monument.

~
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granite monument~
Inscribed in humanic is the following: "In loving memory of Moonglum and

all the members of the Followers of the Eternal Flame.  May their spirit

be an inspiration to us all." 

~
E
plaque silver~
The plaque is inscribed with the following in humanic: "May this tree, a

gift from the people of the Vaasa to the citizens of Medienne, herald a

new era of peace and hope." 

~
E
tree trunk~
You see a cleverly disguised chimney snaking up the trunk and out of

sight.

~
A
whisper~
shuvana tree~
if( has_obj( 2962, ch ) ) {

  act_tochar( #whisper, ch );

  act_notchar( #rwhisper, ch );

  wait( 1 );

  act_tochar( #open, ch );

  act_notchar( #ropen, ch );

  transfer( ch, find_room( 47290 ) );

  act_notchar( #arrive, ch );

  loop( followers ) {

    act_notchar( #ropen, rch );

    transfer( rch, find_room( 47290 ) );

    act_notchar( #arrive, rch );

    }

  }

else {

  act_tochar( #whisper, ch );

  act_notchar( #rwhisper, ch );

  }

~
E
whisper~
You whisper softly to the great shuvana tree.

~
E
rwhisper~
$n whispers softly in Elvish to the great Shuvana tree.

~
E
open~
A portion of the tree trunk opens, and you step quickly inside before it

closes behind you.

~
E
ropen~
A portion of the tree trunk opens, and $n steps quickly inside before it

closes behind $m.

~
E
arrive~
$n steps into the room through a crack in the tree trunk which swiftly

closes.

~
E
fol~
Your group quickly jumps in behind you.

~
E
rfol~
You follow $n into the tree.

~
E
bye~
@eWORKS!!@N

~
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#47273
The Great Hall - The Council of Winds~
The lighting in this circular room comes from a small whirlwind of azure

faerie fire suspended above a large circular table.  Murals at each of the

four cardinal directions are painted on the walls.  The room is dominated

by an enormous round table surrounded by four curving benches.  A hatch

has been built into the ceiling in the northwest portion of the room.  A

rope ladder hangs down from the hole.  A silver-inlaid spiral staircase

descends further into the tree.

~
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wooden table~
This finely crafted table is made from solid oak.  Carved into the center

of the table is an emblem traced in mithril, depicting a large tree

supported by a crescent moon.

~
E
murals walls~
The mural on the north wall depicts the rugged mountains of the north. 

On the eastern wall, the Vaasan forest is shown in all its splendor.  A

wetland scene of marshes and swamps covers the south wall.  The west wall

is graced with a mural of verdant rolling hills and plains.

~
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#47274
The Wind Watch~
The great shuvana tree opens up around and above you.  The floor and walls

are nothing more than the huge branches and leaves of the tree itself.

The extensive boughs of the shuvana tree prevent any sight of the streets

of the city below.  The vastness of the sky seems to fill you with a great

sense of mystical awe.  You can feel the magic of the tree as if it stood

in the Vaasa itself.

~
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#47275
The Gatehouse~
As you near the end of the road a majestic wall of milky alabaster rises

gleaming toward the sky, sparkling veins of silver ripple through its

smooth marble surface.  Set within the depths of a crenellated archway

that bisects this vast expanse of ivory stone, lays an intricately

crafted gate of mithril, its center design that of a dragon in flight

surrounded by a ring of golden chain.  Lying just below, etched into the

surface, lies the motto, Strength in Fellowship.

~
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touch~
runed gate~
if( !is_open( room, down ) ) {

  act_tochar( #open, ch );

  act_notchar( #ropen, ch );

  wait( 1 );

  send_to_room( #gate, room );

  send_to_room( #wink, find_room( 21022 ) );

  open( room, down );

  wait( 3 );

  send_to_room( #close, room );

  send_to_room( #bye, find_room( 21022 ) );

  close( room, down );

  }

else

  act_tochar( #already, ch );

~
E
open~
You place your hands gently on the runed gate and whisper a soft

incantation.

~
E
ropen~
$n places $s hands gently on the runed gate and whispers a soft

incantation.

~
E
gate~
The mithril gates swing silently open.

~
E
close~
The mithril gates swing shut and lock with a soft *click*.

~
E
wink~
A pair of pearl and mithril gates winks into existence, joined to a case

of opalescent stairs with spiral down to the ground.

~
E
bye~
The staircase and gates fade slowly out of existence.

~
E
already~
The gates are already open.

~
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#47276
Open Stables~
The stables are airy and well lit.  The semi-sweet scent of fresh hay

wafts through the air here, emanating from the stalls along both the east

and west walls.  Along the west wall buckets of grain stand ready for

weary horses.  Along the east wall bowls of meaty leftovers await pets of

other persuasion.  To the north you can barely make out the gleam of ivy

covered white latticework.

~
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#47277
Gazebo~
You enter a beautiful white gazebo, covered with ivy and bright colored

flowers.  Birds chirp among the latticework and hop about along the

flowers and leaves.  A finely crafted bench of shuvana-wood, blanketed

with small velvet cushions, invitingly appeals to the weary traveler.  A

small fountain burbles merrily in the center of the gazebo, its

aquamarine stone speckled with sparkling hints of gold.  The fountain is

complete with a small statue of a cherub, smiling at the passerby.

~
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send_to_room( #bird, room );

~
E
bird~
One of the small birds flutters down to the fountain and splashes about in

the crystal clear water.

~
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#47278
Rose Garden~
The gentle fragrance of roses fills the air here.  A narrow cobble stone

path winds it's way lazily through the garden, where a brilliant calliope

of color invites you to explore each pedal.  Small butterflies wing their

way around from flower to flower, blending their own colors with them.  In

the center of the garden stands a magnificent sundial, carved from a large

block of translucent jade.  The sheer brilliance of the sundial makes it a

fitting centerpiece for the quiet, peaceful surroundings.

~
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sundial~
This amazing piece of craftsmanship was carved from a single block of

jade and polished till it gleams in the light.  Numerals are carved at

even intervals around its diameter, allowing you to tell the time of day

within even a few minutes.

~
A
~
~
send_to_room( #rose, room );

~
E
rose~
The scent of freshly blooming roses wafts through the area.

~
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#47279
The Aviary~
A large canopy of intertwining branches arches overhead, providing a home

for a riotous display of multi-hued birds.  Avains of every description

chirp, warble, sing, hop, and rest here.  An elaborate wrought iron bench

allows you rest here in the shade and feed the birds.  A small spring

wells up here forming a miniature waterfall.  The birds seems to collect

around it for splashing play and drinking.

~
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waterfall~
A small natural spring flows forth here, falling into a basin by way of a

series of ledges.

~
A
feed~
birds~
act_tochar( #feed, ch );

act_notchar( #rfeed, ch );

~
E
feed~
A small cloud of birds envelops you, eating every last crumb of food, and

then dispersing as quickly as they arrived.

~
E
rfeed~
A small cloud of birds envelops $n, eating every last crumb of food, and

then dispersing as quickly as they arrived.

~
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~
~
send_to_room( #bird, room );

~
E
bird~
The noisy chirping of the birds almost drowns out any other sounds as they

squabble over a tasty morsel.

~
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#47280
A Grassy Courtyard~
As you enter this courtyard, your senses are barraged by a variety of

smells.  Small patches of wildflowers dot this grassy area, the faint

outlines of a path where the flowers have learnt not to grow.  In the

northeastern corner of the courtyard is a quarter-circular fountain.  The

centerpiece of the fountain is that of a rampant dragon, made of a silvery

metal, the eye of the dragon a pale blue jewel that glitters is the light.

A short hawthorn hedge is growing along the east wall, the pleasant scent

mingling with that of the flowers.

~
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fountain~
This quarter-circular fountain is made of a silvery metal.  Simulating a

dragon, the eye is made of a pale blue jewel.

~
A
~
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send_to_room( #water, room );

~
E
water~
The soft trickle of the water mesmerizes you for a moment with its

relaxing sound.

~
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#47281
A Small Pond~
This vast, well manicured lawn is perfect for a large social gathering or

just relaxing in the shade.  Majestic elms, maples, and pines are

scattered about, while a few willows grace a small pond with their shade. 

Various brightly colored birds chirp happily among trees and hop about on

the many benches and chairs that adorn this idyllic scene.  A huge

mansion of white marble stands watch over this peaceful haven from the

north.  To the east, west, and south you can hear the splashing of

running water.

~
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pond~
This small pond has a shallow bottom of tiles depicting a soaring crimson

dragon.  A family of ducks paddle about looking for handouts.

~
A
~
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send_to_room( #wind, room );

~
E
wind~
The leaves of the nearby willows wave and whisper with the wind.

~
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#47282
A Cobbled Courtyard~
This courtyard is set with evenly matching marbled cobblestones, though a

few hints of greenery manage to peep through the cracks.  The gleaming

white cobblestones are without mars or cracks, newly laid, even around

the trunks of a few small shrubs to add color to the somber appearance of

the area.  In the center of the courtyard is a fountain made of a

violet-blue stone.  Around the outside perimeter of the fountain is

embossed symbols, one dedicated to each god.  To the south, you can hear

the gleeful chirping of birds.

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send_to_room( #chip, room );

~
E
chip~
Out of the corner of your eye you spot a small chipmunk dashing through

the bushes.  When you turn to look, he's gone.

~
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#47283
Meditation Chamber~
This room is completely paneled in oak.  The doors are only perceptible

from the walls by the thin, darkly varnished frames and handles.  Against

the south wall sits a small shrine, consecrated to each of the gods.  On

the left of the shrine sits a seven armed silver candelabra, providing a

dim light for the room.  On the right side sits a brazier for burning

incense.  The floors of this room are lightly padded with meditation

mats, and there is a small pile of pillows in the northwest corner,

should one be required to kneel on.

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door~
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pray~
shrine~
act_tochar( #pray, ch );

act_notchar( #rpray, ch );

~
E
pray~
The shrine pulses before you with a dim light as you feel closer in touch

with your god.  A feeling of peace surrounds you.

~
E
rpray~
The shrine pulses as $n kneels before it.

~
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send_to_room( #incense, room );

~
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incense~
A tendril of multi-colored smoke wafts up from the brazier, blurring your

vision for a moment.

~
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#47284
The Entrance Hall~
The smooth walls of this exquisite hallway are crafted of white marble

veined with silver.  Upon the west wall hangs a tapestry, trimmed with

silver thread.  To the north lies a great archway, a filled and lit

silver torch sconce burning on either side of the doorway.  The torches

give off ample light without giving off smoke or being consumed.  To the

east lies an oakenwood door, reinforced with mithril.  The floor of this

hall is made from a single, unblemished piece of marble.  In the

southeast corner of the grand hall, a great white marble staircase with

mithril and silver railings spirals upwards.

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unlock rune action

hide west

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door~
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tapestry~
As you examine the tapestry more carefully, you discern scenes of knights,

wizards, and priests of old doing battle in the land of Tarik Nor, while

riding fantastic beasts against the armies of Temohpab.  At the bottom of

the finely crafted piece of art you see a strange signature, looking more

rune-like then actual writing.

~
A
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torch~
The torches flicker lightly, sending a flurry of shadows dancing about

the room.

~
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#47285
A Grand Library~
Upon entering this room, your nose is assailed with the smelled of aged

leather-bound books.  Looking around, almost all of the available wallspace

has been lined with shelves, filled to the brim with carefully filed, neat

rows of tomes.  Even the doors are not forgotten, upon them maps of the

realm.  However, this library does not seem cluttered, there is a lot of

free space to move between the shelves.  In the center of the room is a

writing desk, while a couch lies against one wall for those who wish to

take a more relaxed approach to their study.

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couch matching desk?

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#47286
The Practice Hall~
With padded mats for flooring, and strong hardwood walls, this practice

room is well laid out.  The flooring mats are spotted with blood in

places, where the friendly sparring seems to have gotten a little too

rough.  The south wall has mirrors built on it in places, for those who

wish to watch their own performances and practice.  A few practice dummys

lie scattered in the corners.

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#47287
Great Meeting Hall~
Your footfalls echo as you enter this great hall.  The walls are finely

crafted gray marble, giving a much darker impression then any of the

other rooms you've seen thus far.  Suits of armor and weapons of every

kind line the outerwalls of this room in an unparalleled display of war. 

A large, oval, obsidian table rests in the middle of this room, every

surface polished to a brilliant gleam.  Surrounding this table are six

thickly cushioned, black velvet chairs.  A brilliant ball of white light

hangs above the table emanating soft white light over everything in the

room.

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place~
key~
if( has_obj( 2967, ch ) ) {

  act_tochar( #place, ch );

  act_notchar( #rplace, ch );

  transfer( ch, find_room( 47291 ) );

  act_notchar( #arrive, ch );

  }

else

  act_tochar( #nope, ch );

~
E
place~
You place a small shimmering silver dragon shaped key against a tiny

silver rune engraved breastplate of a towering suit of armor.  The floor

in the corner begins to glow, and you feel yourself pulled to another

place.

~
E
rplace~
$n places a small shimmering silver dragon shaped key against a tiny

silver rune engraved in the breastplate of a towering suit of armor.  The

floor in the corner begins to glow, and $n disappears without a trace.

~
E
arrive~
$n materializes in the center of the room.

~
E
nope~
<Type 'help' for help>

~
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#47288
An Elegant Lounge~
This pushily decorated lounge has the same white and silver veined marble

walls seen elsewhere in the building.  To the east, an archway hall

concealed by red velvet drapes leads into a meeting hall.  The walls of

this room are covered with expensive gilt-gold paintings and trophies of

past battles.  On the west wall, a large well-stocked bar made of the same

white marble as the rest of the room matches the elegant decor.  The south

wall frames a cozy fireplace which has a coat rack beside it for the

travel-worn adventurer to hang their hat.  A comfortable couch sits

opposite the fire, and the entire floor is covered with a thick, soft

carpet.

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couch~
This luxurious couch matches the decor of the lounge perfectly.  The

backing and seats are all covered with the supple hide of a young dragon,

and there is ample room to seat four people.  The legs of the couch each

end in the clawed foot of a dragon, providing an impressive looking, yet

sturdy base.

~
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trophy~
On the wall is mounted the head of what must have been a gigantic red

dragon.  Its expression is locked into the battle fury of its final

moments, and almost appears to hold a spark of life when illuminated by

the flickering light of the fireplace.  Underneath the impressive head is

a small silver plaque, engraved with the words "Metharrr'en, slain by

Cassiopeia and Lyon." 

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#47289
The Practice Hall - West End~
This room is a continuation of the last.  Noting the chips taken from the

hardwood walls, this room gives the impression that more serious fighting

has taken place here.  The mats on the floor look slightly more worn with

scuffing and thin pierces then the previous room.  A towering set of

mirrors is mounted on the southern wall for viewing your battles.

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#47290
A Study Chamber~
Carved into the walls of this circular study chamber are numerous shelves

and storage cabinets.  The quantity of books, tomes, and scrolls is

simply astounding.  Many of them seem to be centuries old, as if

countless detailed histories have been recorded.  Soft-glowing blue

flames emanate from four sconces placed in correspondence to the four

cardinal directions.  In the southeast portion of the room is a stone

hearth with a gently burning fire.  A silver-inlaid spiral staircase

ascends into the tree.  A simple wooden door with attached counterweights

is south.

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whisper~
tree shuvana~
act_tochar( #whisper, ch );

act_notchar( #rwhisper, ch );

wait( 1 );

act_tochar( #open, ch );

act_notchar( #ropen, ch );

transfer( ch, find_room( 47272 ) );

act_notchar( #arrive, ch );

loop( followers ) {

  act_notchar( #ropen, rch );

  transfer( rch, find_room( 47272 ) );

  act_notchar( #arrive, rch );

  }

~
E
whisper~
You whisper softly to the great shuvana tree.

~
E
rwhisper~
$n whispers softly in Elvish to the great Shuvana tree.

~
E
open~
A portion of the tree trunk opens, and you step quickly inside before it

closes behind you.

~
E
ropen~
A portion of the tree trunk opens, and $n steps quickly inside before it

closes.

~
E
arrive~
$n steps into the room through a crack in the tree trunk which swiftly

closes.

~
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#47291
The Vault~
Massive locked chests, weapons racks and armor closets sit on the

polished stone flooring under the many sturdy shelves adorning the walls. 

This room is spacious, but yet seems cluttered by the vast amounts of

bags and sacks strewn throughout it.  Yet still, the center of the room

is devoid of items.  In this area, engraved with gold leaf on the floor,

lies a ring of golden chain, the diameter of a man.  In the center of

this chain engraving is the symbol of a flying dragon.  The words

'Strength in Fellowship' are also legible on a plaque just below the

massive symbol.

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touch~
chain~
act_tochar( #chain, ch );

act_notchar( #rchain, ch );

transfer( ch, find_room( 47287 ) );

act_notchar( #arrive, ch );

~
E
chain~
You place your hands on the golden ring of chain and whisper a soft word.

~
E
rchain~
$n places $s hands on the golden ring of chain and whispers a soft word.

$n fades out of existence.

~
E
arrive~
$n materializes in the middle of the room.

~
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#47292
Upstairs Hallway - South End~
This upstairs hallway is reminiscent of the rest of the building,

featuring the same silver-veined white marble walls, smooth to the touch. 

On either end of the hallway is a door flanked by a pair of torch sconces. 

The hallway continues to the north, while the south door is open to the

outside air and a balcony beyond.  The floor in this area is tiled with a

mosaic pattern of inch square tiles in black and white marble.  This

pattern extends to both walls, and continues north along the corridor

ahead.  The silver railing of the spiral staircase leading downwards ends

here.

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send_to_room( #torch, room );

~
E
torch~
The torches flicker lightly, sending a flurry of shadows dancing about

the room.

~
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#47293
Upstairs Hallway - North End~
This part of the continuing hallway is slightly more elaborate than the

last.  A crystalline chandelier hangs from the center of the ceiling,

illuminating the area.  Amply lit, the twin doors to the east and west are

flanked not by torches, but by portraits of wildlife scenes.  One set

portrays animal life near the Vaasa, the other, the gentle creatures of

Medienne forest.  Upon the floor, the mosaic pattern of black and white

tiles continues down the length of the hallway.

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send_to_room( #chan, room );

~
E
chan~
The shimmering light from the chandelier plays across the rooms in a

dazzling display of color.

~
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#47294
A Vaulted Hall of Silver and Sable~
This wide, vaulted hall is regally adorned in somber colors.  Walls of

lustrous grey stone are lined with silver and sable banners of the finest

silk depicting the shield and rose of the Knights.  The blazons and

emblems of various heroes are hung over a wide hearth in the western wall.

Carved into the shape of a writhing silver dragon, the hearth radiates

heat and light to the entire room.  The sapphire eyes of the silver dragon

glitter coldly with a faint light of their own.

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banner~
The lovely black silk banners provide a rich background for the emblem of

the Knights.  A grey shield rests in the middle of the sable silk, a

stark contrast of dark and light.  A myriad of brightly shining stars

sprawls across the shield, in a seemingly random pattern.  A rose of the

deepest crimson lies across a brilliantly radiant longsword of the purest

grey adamantine.  The shield itself is trimmed in brightly shining silver.

~
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#47295
A Vaulted Hall of Silver and Sable~
Under Construction.

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#47296
The Knight's Treasury~
This spartan room is filled with a few well-placed cabinets for weaponry

and chests for miscellaneous items.  The walls are a somber grey color,

and no decoration or adornment graces the ashen walls.  Black octahedral

tiles cover the floor in a midnight colored sea, reflecting the

flickering light of torches in silver sconces along the sober grey walls.

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#47297
A Vaulted Hall of Silver and Sable~
Under Construction.

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#47298
A Vaulted Hall of Silver and Sable~
Under Construction.

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#47299
Ivory Spiral Stair~
The spiral stair continues toward the ceiling, stopping only for a small

landing before an ivory door.  The absence of a support pillar for the

curving stair lends an ethereal quality to the hard stone as it arcs

above you.  A brilliant green rune glows upon the door, elegant in its

simplicity yet somehow curving in such a way to make one ill.

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ivory door west w~
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trace~
rune~
if( !is_open( room, west ) ) {

  act_tochar( #rune, ch );

  act_notchar( #rrune, ch );

  wait( 1 );

  act_room( #open, ch  );

  open( room, west );

  wait( 4 );

  act_room( #close, ch );

  close( room, west );

  }

~
E
rune~
You trace the curves of the twisted green rune.

~
E
rrune~
$n traces the curves of the twisted green rune.

~
E
open~
The door swings silently open.

~
E
close~
The door swings silently closed.

~
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open close~
~
if( is_open( room, west ) ) {

act_tochar( #open, ch );

act_notchar( #ropen, ch );

}

~
E
open~
No description.

~
E
ropen~
No description.

~
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#47300
The Arena of Champions~
A thick layer of fine sand covers the floor, colored a dark red in

several places.  Wooden racks line the walls, no doubt once filled with

all manners of weapons.  Carved above the empty weapon rack on the

southern wall is the creed of The Training Grounds, 'Knowledge is power'.

A quivering ball of mage light, slowly losing its power, hangs just a few

feet below the ceiling, still bright enough to light the arena grounds. 

The fine layer of sand stretches out as far as you can see to both the

west and north, while a slightly rusty steel ladder leads upstairs.

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#47301
Preparation Room~
What may have once been brilliant in its simplicity now makes this room

look bare and lonely.  A small mat, now no more than a few bedraggled

threads still feebly clinging to each other, sits in front of the

shattered remains of a small table.  No ornaments adorn the walls, save a

single rusted incense burner.  A thick, carved mahogany door to the west,

blocks the only accessible passage out of this bare room.

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[Adakar] first draft...done

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thick mahogany door~
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small mat bedraggled threads~
This small mat is just the right for a single person to kneel on.  The

padding is all but gone and the mat only holds it shape because no one

has moved it recently.

~
E
rusted incense burner~
The incense burner may have once been made out of a shining steel, though

now rust has claimed its value.  No incense remains within the burner yet

a faint smell of the outdoors, of lilacs and roses and a cold mountain

stream still permeates the air.

~
E
shattered table~
The table looks to have once sat a mere foot off the ground, the perfect

height for someone kneeling before it.  It has since been broken to

pieces do doubt in a search for valuables that may have been stored

within it.

~
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#47302
Balcony Overlooking the Altar~
A few jagged shards of dark stained glass remain attached to the wrought

iron framework of the circular window.  The remains of the window lie on

the ground far below, just outside of the temple entrance.  Once fine

silken cushions lie torn open on the floor amongst the splinters of

wooden pews.  A full-sized wooden organ, complete with mithril pipes sits

in an out of the way corner of the balcony.  Dark, sticky stains cover

the organ reminiscent of spilled wine.  The mithril pipes, show evidence

of both tarnish and abuse, no doubt someone failed in their attempt to

detach the pipes from the organ and the wall.

~
[Adakar] first draft done

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jagged shards dark stained glass wrought iron framework circular window~
Light streaming in through the broken window reflects oddly off of the

silvers of stained glass still clinging to the iron framework.  Myriad

colors in a darkened and twisted parody of a rainbow twinkle in the light

giving the impression of great intricacy in the original pattern.

~
E
silken cushions splinters of wooden pews~
Small shreds of colorful silk from the torn open cushions once used by

the choir lie mixed in with the wooden pews that they once sat on.  Gold

stitching can still be seen on a few of the silken pieces, hinting at

intricate patterns once emblazoning them.

~
E
full-sized organ mithril pipes~
A full-sized pipe organ, once used to accompany the choir sits in the

corner of the room.  The mithril pipes attached to it and the wall show

abuse but still twinkle near the tops of the different sized pipes.

~
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#47303
The Arena of Champions~
Having been ripped from the wall, a fully stocked weapons rack now covers

a portion of the sandy floor.  The weapons beneath it appear to have been

broken and bent under the weight of the massive wood rack.  The steel

clamps that once held the rack in place are still buried deep within the

cold stone walls.  An ephemeral ball of mage light hovers in the air just

a few feet below the ceiling, the remnants of the powerful spells that

were once cast upon the arena grounds.  A trail of blood-stained sand

leads farther into the arena to the north, evidence of a tragic fight

that took place in the not so distant path.

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weapons broken~
No description.

~
E
wooden rack~
No description.

~
E
ephemeral ball light~
No description.

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#47304
The Arena of Champions~
A flickering ball of mage light, hovering a few feet below the ceiling,

causes shadows to dance around in this corner of the arena.  Wooden

training dummies, now broken, lend their forms to the dancing shadows,

making it difficult to focus on any one shape.  A large section of the

stone floor in the center of the room has been cleared of its fine layer

of sand.  Light can be seen at a short distance to both the south and the

west, perhaps emanting from more of the powerful magics worked here

quite some time ago.

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#47305
The Arena of Champions~
The upper most layers of the fine sand have been turned into a hard,

coagulated crimson mass.  No doubt a massive battle occured here, proven

by the amount of blood that would be necessary to turn such a large

amount of the sand into the now hardened substance.  Buried into the

northern wall is the shattered remains of an axe head, its shaft no

longer attached to the jagged metal embedded into the rock.  Splintered

into a millon pieces, the remains of a weapons rack lie mixed in with the

sand layered upon the ground.

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#47306
Storage Room~
The shattered remains of the storage room door lies amongst the empty,

overturned crates that litter the room.  The crates may have once held

exotic foods from across the lands, many bearing markings from far-away

cities, though now they all appear to be empty.  Deep gouges have been

hacked into the dark wooden walls, no doubt in an attempt to find hidden

passages, obviously none were found by this destructive attempt.  A

rusty, steel ring, wet with condensation is the only noticeable blemish

that betrays the existence of a finely crafted trapdoor set into the 

northern section of the floor.

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finely crafted trapdoor~
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#47307
Training Grounds Kitchen~
A large fireplace dominates the eastern wall of the room with an

apparently often used spit sitting over it.  The smell of decay permeates

the air, caused by the rotting carcass of a rabbit floating in the small

basin used as a sink.  A large preparation table spans the entire center

of the kitchen, heavily scarred from the sharp knives used by the

cooking staff.  A trapdoor is set into the southern section of the floor,

just below the large open window which gives a scenic view of the outside

training grounds.

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thick, stone door~
thick stone door~
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wooden trapdoor~
wooden trapdoor~
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#47308
Cold Storage Room~
Cold water sluggishly rolls down the southern wall of this storage room,

funneled across the room in a wooden trough.  Dimly pulsing orbs of white

light hang at equal intervals above the trough.  The water appears to be

magically moved across the room, through the trough, towards the northern

wall.  Large steel hooks, covered with coagulated blood hang from the

ceiling overtop of now rotted and broken tables.  Wooden shelves lining

every square inch of wallspace are now totally bare save cobwebs and moss. 

A carved wooden ladder, slimy with mold and mildew, leads up to a large

trapdoor set into the ceiling.

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wooden trapdoor~
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#47309
Damp Wine Cellar~
Water cascades down the southern wall, forming a small pool in the center

of the room which continually empties into an underground stream.  Row

upon row of wine racks line this room, once having no doubtedly housed

some of the finest wines of the world, now sit empty.  A few barrels sit

in a dark corner of the room, their wooden frames still perfectly water

proof.  A fine, wooden spiral staircase, as perfect as the day it was

crafted leads to a dark mahogany trapdoor above you.

~
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finely crafted trapdoor~
finely crafted trapdoor~
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#47310
Food Smoking House~
A large fireplace dominates the western wall, combined with a second

smaller fire pit in the center of the room marks this room as the meat

smoking room.  The entire room is made of stone, from the walls to the

tables that meat is supposed to sit on.  Large hooks hang from the

ceiling, to be used in the curing process of beef and chicken.  The stone

tables that ring the firepit in the center of the room have been gouged

deeply, ruining their value but not their practical use.  A thick, stone

door designed to help keep all possible heat in the room, blocks your

passage to the west.

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thick stone door~
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#47311
Tower Stair~
Under Construction.

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#47312
Mage Room1~
The forces of entropy seem to have had a hand in the utter chaos of what

looks to have formerly been a mage's workroom.  Books, scrolls, broken

glass, and other items not easily identifiable are strewn across the

floor and atop the large stone table in the center of the room.  The west

wall is covered in soot, seemingly reaching out from a small fireplace as

if in some kind of explosion.  Half-burned books lie along the edge of

the blast radius, and it seems likely that someone was possessed of the

bad idea to throw a spellbook into the fire.

~
Mental note: write a search for scrolls atop the table

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ivory door~
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search~
table scrolls books top~
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#47313
Mage Room2~
Under Construction.

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#47314
Tower Stair~
Under Construction.

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#47315
Tower Stair~
Under Construction.

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#47316
Lab~
Under Construction.

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#47317
High Mage's Room~
Under Construction.

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#47318
Crushed Gravel Pathway~
A path of fine powdery gravel, once used to cushion the footfalls of the

residents of The Training Grounds, meanders parallel to the walls of the

guildhall.  Sporadic trees, all having grown well into maturity, soar

high into the sky, once providing shade for anyone traipsing down the

path.  The limbs of the trees are no longer clothed in lush greenery and

their barren limbs now appear to have a slight droop to them, making them

appear depressed and sickly.  The crushed gravel path continues to the

north, while to the south the grounds open up before the sight of an

ivory tower.

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#47319
Crushed Gravel Pathway~
Under Construction.

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#47320
Crushed Gravel Pathway~
Faint gurgling sounds can be heard coming from the west as you stand here

at a t-junction in the crushed gravel pathway.  A towering tree, barren

limbed and sap dripping still stands protectivly over top a scarred and

chipped crystalline bench.  A small marker stone sits at the base of the

barren tree, even covered in sap its inscriptions are still easily

readable.  The crushed gravel path travels in all directions save north,

which is blocked by the crystalline bench and its living companion.

limbed and sap dripping still stands protectively over top a scarred and

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#47321
Beside a Fountain~
The gravel pathway has been crafted into a circular path here, ringing

the exquisite fountain that stands before you.  The fountain captures the

visage of a forest unicorn in mid-rear, its crafter created it in such a

way that it is eerily lifelike.  This small circular path, complete with

fountain looks to be untouched by time, the statue still appears to be as

new as the day it was carved, the gravel is still fresh and clean. 

Slight gurgling noises emanate from the fountain as if its magic's were

still attempting to toss water up into the air for it to idly shower down

on the unicorn.

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#47322
Pool of Shadows~
Dark, still, water seems to draw the ambient light down into the

seemingly bottomless pool in the center of the room.  The ivory walls are

shadowed, as if there were simply not enough light to brighten the room,

almost in spite of a faintly struggling mage globe hanging aloft in the

center of the room.

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pool dark water bottom center~
No light is reflected off of the surface of the pool, making the inky

blackness seem more a condensation of shadow than simple water.  The

absence of even a hint of motion serves only to draw your eye further

into the depths, teasing your senses with the promise of other worldly

vision.

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scry stare~
pool water blackness~
act_tochar( #begin, ch );

wait( 1 );

act_tochar( #memory, ch );

wait( 1 );

act_tochar( #vision, ch );

wait( 1 );

act_tochar( #return, ch );

wait( 1 );

act_tochar( #blink, ch );

act_notchar( #rblink, ch );

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begin~
As your vision is drawn into the pool, you feel your will evaporating as

to what image you wish to see.  You realize the pool will show you only

what it wishes.

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vision~
@BGreat trees soar overhead, creating a verdant canopy over the grassy

area below.  Sunlight filters down through the leaves of many different

kinds of trees, illuminating embroidered banners hanging from the lower

boughs.  The murmurs of a brook dance through the area, surrounding you

with sound.  Glimpses of structures can be seen through the trees in

every direction, but at a great enough distance to not disturb the

training grounds.

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memory~
@bA wave of poignant sadness washes over you, as if remembering a thing

lost which could never be recoverd...

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return~
@bYou feel the image and sounds slip from your mind's eye, leaving the

scene to exist again only in memory.

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blink~
You blink quickly and shake your head, returning to yourself after the

power of the vision.

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rblink~
$n blinks quickly and shakes $s head, almost as if waking from a dream.

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splash~
water pool~
act_tochar( #stop, ch );

act_notchar( #rstop, ch );

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stop~
You swing your hand towards the water, but find yourself curiously

draining of the will to disturb the silent pool and so drop your hand to

your side.

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rstop~
$n starts forward, leaning a hand towards the water, thinks better of it,

and stops.

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#47323
Crushed Gravel Pathway~
A carefully sculpted turn in the pathway leads off to the north.  The

track was once edged by a fine hedge, which now lies trampled and dying. 

A large wooden structure is evident just a short distance to the north

along the pathway.  The curving gravel trail leads off to both the east

and the north, large trees growing to the west prevent all travel in that

direction.

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#47324
Before a Wooden Barn~
The crushed gravel pathway comes to an end just as it meets up with a

large wooden barn.  The building before you has been made entirely of a

thick, dark wood the likes of which you have never seen.  Barely

noticeable through the trees to the west is the wall that surrounds The

Training Grounds' compound.  A small hitching post sits off to the east

of the gravel path, no doubt this was mainly used for the harnessing of a

horse till a stableboy was able to tend to the beast.  The crushed gravel

lends itself to an easy hike to the south, while the inside of the barn

is accessible through the large double doors to the north.

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stable door~
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#47325
Inside the Stable~
You stand at the front of a beautifully built covered stable.  Small

candle holders dot the free space on the walls next to the stable doors

to the both the east and west.  Remnants of tallowed candles rest in each

of the candle holders, no doubt they were once used by the young

stableboys when late night guests arrived at The Training Grounds.  A set

of large double doors, bars access to the outside world beyond the stable

itself.

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stable gate~
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stable door~
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#47326
Small Stable Stall~
A discoloration appears in the southwestern corner of the wall in this

stable stall.  The stain may very well have been caused by an animal that

had been backed into that corner and summarily slaughtered, as it appears

to be thicker near the center of the smear.  Only a few stray pieces of

hay lie scattered across the dark wooden floor, obviously no animals have

been kept here in quite some time.  A gate, just large enough for a full

sized war horse to walk through blocks your access to the east and the

stables beyond.

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#47327
Small Stable Stall~
The sweet smell of burnt hay assaults you as you enter the stable stall. 

A pile of ash and remnants of burnt hay lie just underneath the charred,

yet still standing eastern wall.  A small discolored rectangle appears on

the southern wall, possibly the only remaining proof that a plaque once

adorned the wooden walls.  A small, empty feeding trough and a water pail

filled with fetid water are attached to the divider between this stall

and its northern neighbor.  The only available exit is through the wooden

stable gate to the west, though a small child might attempt exit through

the window in the southern wall.

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#47328
Inside the Stable~
You stand at the back of the covered stables, a stall to both the east

and the west.  A single bag of high quality feed lies ripped open on the

floor, its contents spilled out across the bed of bloody hay covering the

wooden floor.  A hastily crafted lock has been set into the stall door to the

west, a sign written in shaky handwriting hangs crookedly above the lock. 

Attached to the northern wall are wooden pegs, typically used by the

stableboys to hang up their tools, hanging from one is the decomposing

skull of an aged dwarf.

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sign~
The sign was obviously hastily made and even more hastily hung.  It

consists of a scorched board hanging at an odd angle with a few shaky

words scrolled in red ink.  The words 'NevR oPen!  DAnGr!' are clearly

visible.

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#47329
Small Stable Stall~
This stable appears to be kept in well maintained order.  Both the wooden

feeding trough and the water pail, set into the divider on the southern

wall, have been filled with fresh grain and water.  An ample supply of

fresh hay has been spread out on the ground, next to the bail from which

it originated.  A small picture window has been set into the eastern wall

to allow natural light to brighten the room.  A wooden stable gate blocks

your way back to the main stable thoroughfare to the west.

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#47330
Small Stable Stall~
This horse sized stall appears to have been untouched by the cruel test

of time.  A small pile of clean, yet slightly mildewy hay lies in a

corner just underneath the small picturesque window in the western wall. 

A small empty watering pail sits next to a feeding trough, both firmly

attached to the wooden wall.  The only out of place object in this

seemingly quaint horse stall is the skeleton of a goblin lying just a

few feet from the doorway to the east.

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[Adakar] goblin skeleton

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