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(189/716H 45/111V /M O 2%)A Dip in the Banks
The bank of the river Luan dips to the west, submerging the golden strip of
sand under a sapphire ribbon of water. The sand is still visible under the
crisp water, though further out, swirls in the water's surface tell of deep
currents. A few sparse patches of greenery cling to life around this region,
but not nearly half as dense as the clusters gathered to the east. The river
flows to the north, while to the south, a black-rock precipice ends any notion
as travel in that direction.
There are slight traces of blood here.
[ Exits: e w ]
The corpse of a gray gelding is lying here.
A large slice of meat is lying here.
The remains of a burnt-out campfire lay here.
( 2) A wood-hewn canoe rests on the ground.
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is standing here.

(189/716H 45/111V /M O 2%)west
A Submerged Region of the Banks
Deep currents under the water's seemingly placid appearance cause minuscule
ripples, visible only in contrast to the graceful waters to the south. The
water is clear and crisp, a sheet of liquid sapphire prevailing across this
region of the landscape. Under the water, the golden sand bank of the river
Luan can be made out, glowing with a natural radiance. To the south, a steep
precipice with a giant split in its middle offers shelter from the strong
currents. To either the east or west, the banks slope upwards, surfacing and
revealing pale-yellow sand.
[ Exits: e s w ]

(190/716H 46/111V /M O 2%)k sylvae
east
They don't seem to be here.

(191/716H 47/111V /M O 2%)A Dip in the Banks
The bank of the river Luan dips to the west, submerging the golden strip of
sand under a sapphire ribbon of water. The sand is still visible under the
crisp water, though further out, swirls in the water's surface tell of deep
currents. A few sparse patches of greenery cling to life around this region,
but not nearly half as dense as the clusters gathered to the east. The river
flows to the north, while to the south, a black-rock precipice ends any notion
as travel in that direction.
There are slight traces of blood here.
[ Exits: e w ]
The corpse of a gray gelding is lying here.
A large slice of meat is lying here.
The remains of a burnt-out campfire lay here.
A wood-hewn canoe rests on the ground.
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is standing here.

(191/716H 47/111V /M O 2%)k sylvae
Your arcing slash whistles over Sylvae's head harmlessly!

(191/716H 47/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Your arcing slash whistles over Sylvae's head harmlessly!
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.

(187/716H 47/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: woundedbas

(188/716H 48/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: woundedSylvae tickles you as she pierces you.

(186/716H 48/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae stabs you viciously!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(174/716H 48/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
You OBLITERATE Sylvae with your deadly slash!!

(174/716H 48/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(170/716H 49/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Your attempted overhand slash at Sylvae's head fails miserably!
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Sylvae avoids your bash leaving you off balance.

(167/716H 50/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae barely pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(160/716H 50/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae barely pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(156/716H 51/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(153/716H 51/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Your arcing slash whistles over Sylvae's head harmlessly!
Sylvae drops a wooden canoe.

(153/716H 51/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(150/716H 52/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(146/716H 52/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae stabs you viciously!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(133/716H 52/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
You OBLITERATE Sylvae with your deadly slash!!

(133/716H 52/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(129/716H 52/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(126/716H 53/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(124/716H 53/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
You OBLITERATE Sylvae with your deadly slash!!

(125/716H 54/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(123/716H 54/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Your attempted overhand slash at Sylvae's head fails miserably!
Sylvae panics, and attempts to flee!
Sylvae tries to flee, but can't!

(123/716H 55/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Sylvae panics, and attempts to flee!

(123/716H 55/111V /M O 2%)k sylvae
They don't seem to be here.

(125/716H 57/111V /M O 2%)east
k sylvae
Sighing Willows on the Banks of the River
Leaning willows dipping their crowns as if depressed are scattered over this
region of the river bank. The willows shower the river with their lush leaves,
rustling them even in the slightest breeze. The areas along the banks not
rooted with greenery are covered in a soft fleece of sand. As if to contrast
with the softness of the willow's leaves and the sand, a jagged precipice looms
to the south. The rocks of the precipice are black and grim, glistening with
water as tiny streams trace their paths down its steep face. The streams
meander and mingle at the precipice's base, eventually making their way to
merge with the river in the north.
[ Exits: e w ]

(125/716H 55/111V /M O 2%)east
east
k sylvae
They don't seem to be here.

(125/716H 55/111V /M O 2%)Wateroaks on the Banks of the River Luan
Wateroaks dominate this region of the landscape, rooting themselves stubbornly
into the sandy banks of the river Luan. Many of them are tall and gnarled,
their branchings extending a fair distance over the clear waters of the river.
The sand, pale yellow and fine enough to give a semblance of liquid gold, runs
east and west, carving a path as solid as one shaped from dirt. Complimenting
the wine-yellow of the sands, tall reeds paint the scenery with a darker,
richer gold. In the other direction, west, willows can be heard clearly,
sighing as winds graze their droopy leaves.
[ Exits: e w ]
*A woodsman*, wielding a woodcutter's axe is standing here.
A white rabbit hops along, looking rather cute.

(125/716H 54/111V /M O 2%)Reedy Banks Under the Bridge
The reeds around the sandy banks of the river sporadically collide heads with
one another, filling the air with their hollow-sounding drumming. The river
Luan flows into view, seen through the screen of reeds. It courses east, a
sapphire ribbon winding lazily within the confines of its sandy banks. A thin
strip of sand cuts west from here, running parallel with the river on one side
and a steep rocky precipice on the other. The reeds grow too thick to the
east, making passage in that direction impossible. In contrast, the clusters
of reeds to the west thin out, revealing sighing willows and wateroaks. A ramp
made by a landslide allows passage up the slopes of the bank, onto the southern
foot of the Luan Bridge.
[ Exits: w u ]
A gray mare steps merrily along.
An elk doe stands nervously watching you.

(125/716H 51/111V /M O 2%)They don't seem to be here.

(125/716H 51/111V /M O 2%)u
k sylvae
The Bridge Meets the Tar Valon Road
Years of service have taken its toll on both the sod of the Tar Valon Road and
the timber planks of the Luan Bridge. Both are battered, either from the
relentless surge of traffic that passes through, or from the weather from which
the sparse woods around here offer little protection. Off the road, a few
outhouses gather around, most of them of poor construct, but well kept
properties. To the south, the outhouses grow less in number, eventually giving
way to thicker woods. To the north is the Luan Bridge, which leads to the town
center of the small town, Herdan's Bridge. A few paces west of the bridge, a
ramp made from a landslide cascades onto the reedy banks of the river, allowing
easy passage down there.
[ Exits: n s w d ]
A black warhorse, following Arleve is standing here.
A black warhorse, being ridden by Arleve is standing here.
*Arleve*, wielding a dual bladed warstaff is riding a black warhorse here.

(126/716H 50/111V /M O 2%)They don't seem to be here.

(126/716H 51/111V /M O 2%)
Arleve tickles you as she slashes you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(124/716H 51/111V /M O 2%)Arleve: healthy
Arleve tickles you as she slashes you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You barely miss bloodying Arleve with a slash from a grim ebony blade with jagged edges..

(122/716H 51/111V /M O 2%)Arleve: healthy
Dirt and pebbles pelt you and you cry out from the stinging sensation!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(105/716H 51/111V /M O 2%)Arleve: healthyflee
Reedy Banks Under the Bridge
The reeds around the sandy banks of the river sporadically collide heads with
one another, filling the air with their hollow-sounding drumming. The river
Luan flows into view, seen through the screen of reeds. It courses east, a
sapphire ribbon winding lazily within the confines of its sandy banks. A thin
strip of sand cuts west from here, running parallel with the river on one side
and a steep rocky precipice on the other. The reeds grow too thick to the
east, making passage in that direction impossible. In contrast, the clusters
of reeds to the west thin out, revealing sighing willows and wateroaks. A ramp
made by a landslide allows passage up the slopes of the bank, onto the southern
foot of the Luan Bridge.
[ Exits: w u ]
A gray mare steps merrily along.
An elk doe stands nervously watching you.
You flee head over heels.

(105/716H 50/111V /M O 2%)west
west
west
west
west
west
Wateroaks on the Banks of the River Luan
Wateroaks dominate this region of the landscape, rooting themselves stubbornly
into the sandy banks of the river Luan. Many of them are tall and gnarled,
their branchings extending a fair distance over the clear waters of the river.
The sand, pale yellow and fine enough to give a semblance of liquid gold, runs
east and west, carving a path as solid as one shaped from dirt. Complimenting
the wine-yellow of the sands, tall reeds paint the scenery with a darker,
richer gold. In the other direction, west, willows can be heard clearly,
sighing as winds graze their droopy leaves.
[ Exits: e w ]
*A woodsman*, wielding a woodcutter's axe is standing here.
A white rabbit hops along, looking rather cute.

(106/716H 50/111V /M O 2%)Sighing Willows on the Banks of the River
Leaning willows dipping their crowns as if depressed are scattered over this
region of the river bank. The willows shower the river with their lush leaves,
rustling them even in the slightest breeze. The areas along the banks not
rooted with greenery are covered in a soft fleece of sand. As if to contrast
with the softness of the willow's leaves and the sand, a jagged precipice looms
to the south. The rocks of the precipice are black and grim, glistening with
water as tiny streams trace their paths down its steep face. The streams
meander and mingle at the precipice's base, eventually making their way to
merge with the river in the north.
[ Exits: e w ]

(106/716H 46/111V /M O 2%)A Dip in the Banks
The bank of the river Luan dips to the west, submerging the golden strip of
sand under a sapphire ribbon of water. The sand is still visible under the
crisp water, though further out, swirls in the water's surface tell of deep
currents. A few sparse patches of greenery cling to life around this region,
but not nearly half as dense as the clusters gathered to the east. The river
flows to the north, while to the south, a black-rock precipice ends any notion
as travel in that direction.
There are slight traces of blood here.
[ Exits: e w ]
The corpse of a gray gelding is lying here.
A large slice of meat is lying here.
The remains of a burnt-out campfire lay here.
( 2) A wood-hewn canoe rests on the ground.

(106/716H 42/111V /M O 2%)A Submerged Region of the Banks
Deep currents under the water's seemingly placid appearance cause minuscule
ripples, visible only in contrast to the graceful waters to the south. The
water is clear and crisp, a sheet of liquid sapphire prevailing across this
region of the landscape. Under the water, the golden sand bank of the river
Luan can be made out, glowing with a natural radiance. To the south, a steep
precipice with a giant split in its middle offers shelter from the strong
currents. To either the east or west, the banks slope upwards, surfacing and
revealing pale-yellow sand.
[ Exits: e s w ]

(106/716H 40/111V /M O 2%)On the Banks of the River Luan
The golden sand of the riverbank, here, gives way to the west, replaced with
darkly rich soil. There, on the fertile earth, grasses and trees grow in
abundance, knitting themselves tight, into a shadowy swamp. From the lush and
vibrant mass of dark greenery, the chirping of insects, and the call of animals
flood the senses with images of turbulent activity. To the east and north, the
crisp waters of the river Luan is flows lazily past. Tiny streams carving new
paths across the landscape can be seen diverging from the river, sustaining the
water-needing plants to the west.
[ Exits: e w ]
A long finely crafted wooden canoe rests here.
A huge chunk of wood set with metal shards is lying here.
A grotesque cap has been stitched together with wirey black hair.
A wooden shield has been dropped here.
A pair of misshapen boots lay abandoned to one side.
A thick hide shirt lays abandoned underfoot.
A mosquito hovers aimlessly.
You fall on your face.
stand

(106/716H 39/111V /M O 2%)Nah... You feel too relaxed to do that..

(107/716H 40/111V /M O 2%)You stop resting, and stand up.

(107/716H 41/111V /M O 2%)
A water monitor has arrived from the west.

(108/716H 42/111V /M O 2%)west
Border Between Swamp and Riverbank
The rich darkness of swampy earth forms an easily distinguishable border with
the grainy, pale-yellow sands of the banks. The riverbank continues eastwards,
skirting the sapphire waters of the Luan river, whereas the fertile soil of the
swamps spreads north and west, trees and thick flora covering most of it.
From the murky depths of the swamps, the incessant chirping of insects, call of
animals, and the rustle of leaves proclaim the lively activity within. The
noise and movement is a clear contrast to the placid, almost untouched
environment depicted from the golden shoreline.
[ Exits: n e ]
A crocodile lays very still in the water.
A mosquito hovers aimlessly.

(108/716H 40/111V /M O 2%)east
get canoe
get canoe
On the Banks of the River Luan
The golden sand of the riverbank, here, gives way to the west, replaced with
darkly rich soil. There, on the fertile earth, grasses and trees grow in
abundance, knitting themselves tight, into a shadowy swamp. From the lush and
vibrant mass of dark greenery, the chirping of insects, and the call of animals
flood the senses with images of turbulent activity. To the east and north, the
crisp waters of the river Luan is flows lazily past. Tiny streams carving new
paths across the landscape can be seen diverging from the river, sustaining the
water-needing plants to the west.
[ Exits: e w ]
A long finely crafted wooden canoe rests here.
A huge chunk of wood set with metal shards is lying here.
A grotesque cap has been stitched together with wirey black hair.
A wooden shield has been dropped here.
A pair of misshapen boots lay abandoned to one side.
A thick hide shirt lays abandoned underfoot.
A water monitor scampers across the ground.
A mosquito hovers aimlessly.

(110/716H 39/111V /M O 2%)west
You get a wooden canoe.

(110/716H 39/111V /M O 2%)You don't see a canoe here.

(110/716H 39/111V /M O 2%)Border Between Swamp and Riverbank
The rich darkness of swampy earth forms an easily distinguishable border with
the grainy, pale-yellow sands of the banks. The riverbank continues eastwards,
skirting the sapphire waters of the Luan river, whereas the fertile soil of the
swamps spreads north and west, trees and thick flora covering most of it.
From the murky depths of the swamps, the incessant chirping of insects, call of
animals, and the rustle of leaves proclaim the lively activity within. The
noise and movement is a clear contrast to the placid, almost untouched
environment depicted from the golden shoreline.
[ Exits: n e ]
A crocodile lays very still in the water.
A mosquito hovers aimlessly.

(110/716H 35/111V /M O 2%)south

Alas, you cannot go that way....

(110/716H 35/111V /M O 2%)east
On the Banks of the River Luan
The golden sand of the riverbank, here, gives way to the west, replaced with
darkly rich soil. There, on the fertile earth, grasses and trees grow in
abundance, knitting themselves tight, into a shadowy swamp. From the lush and
vibrant mass of dark greenery, the chirping of insects, and the call of animals
flood the senses with images of turbulent activity. To the east and north, the
crisp waters of the river Luan is flows lazily past. Tiny streams carving new
paths across the landscape can be seen diverging from the river, sustaining the
water-needing plants to the west.
[ Exits: e w ]
A huge chunk of wood set with metal shards is lying here.
A grotesque cap has been stitched together with wirey black hair.
A wooden shield has been dropped here.
A pair of misshapen boots lay abandoned to one side.
A thick hide shirt lays abandoned underfoot.
A water monitor scampers across the ground.
A mosquito hovers aimlessly.

(111/716H 33/111V /M O 2%)east
A Submerged Region of the Banks
Deep currents under the water's seemingly placid appearance cause minuscule
ripples, visible only in contrast to the graceful waters to the south. The
water is clear and crisp, a sheet of liquid sapphire prevailing across this
region of the landscape. Under the water, the golden sand bank of the river
Luan can be made out, glowing with a natural radiance. To the south, a steep
precipice with a giant split in its middle offers shelter from the strong
currents. To either the east or west, the banks slope upwards, surfacing and
revealing pale-yellow sand.
[ Exits: e s w ]

(111/716H 31/111V /M O 2%)
Sylvae has arrived from the east.

(111/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)score
Level: 51 Vitality: 111/716, Endurance: 32/111, Fear: 100%, Experience: 2%
Group position: rear, Combat posture: full offense.
Position State: Standing, Fighting: nobody.

Weight carried: 88.32 lbs, Worn: 124.91 lbs, Coppers: 0
------------------------------------------------------------------------
You feel affected by:
A violent feeling.

(111/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)
Sylvae leaves west.

(111/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)south
A Water-Smoothed Split in the Precipice
The once jagged rocks of the cavern have been worn down through years of
unabated water. Now, they are round and almost featureless, giving them the
appearance of softness and malleability. Hundreds of tiny streams gnaw away at
the few sharp edges left on the water cavern, coming in from the many cracks in
the ceiling and cascading down many paths to meet at the forming pool on the
ground. The walls of the cavern are complete, save for many inch-wide cracks
and a gaping opening to the north. The opening, wide enough for three stout
men to walk abreast, leads to a submerged region along a riverbank. The excess
water from here flow north, to keep the water level here waist-high at worst.
[ Exits: n ]

(111/716H 31/111V /M O 2%)north
A Submerged Region of the Banks
Deep currents under the water's seemingly placid appearance cause minuscule
ripples, visible only in contrast to the graceful waters to the south. The
water is clear and crisp, a sheet of liquid sapphire prevailing across this
region of the landscape. Under the water, the golden sand bank of the river
Luan can be made out, glowing with a natural radiance. To the south, a steep
precipice with a giant split in its middle offers shelter from the strong
currents. To either the east or west, the banks slope upwards, surfacing and
revealing pale-yellow sand.
[ Exits: e s w ]

(112/716H 31/111V /M O 2%)west

Sylvae has arrived from the west.

(112/716H 31/111V /M O 2%)
Sylvae leaves south.

(112/716H 31/111V /M O 2%)On the Banks of the River Luan
The golden sand of the riverbank, here, gives way to the west, replaced with
darkly rich soil. There, on the fertile earth, grasses and trees grow in
abundance, knitting themselves tight, into a shadowy swamp. From the lush and
vibrant mass of dark greenery, the chirping of insects, and the call of animals
flood the senses with images of turbulent activity. To the east and north, the
crisp waters of the river Luan is flows lazily past. Tiny streams carving new
paths across the landscape can be seen diverging from the river, sustaining the
water-needing plants to the west.
[ Exits: e w ]
A huge chunk of wood set with metal shards is lying here.
A grotesque cap has been stitched together with wirey black hair.
A wooden shield has been dropped here.
A pair of misshapen boots lay abandoned to one side.
A thick hide shirt lays abandoned underfoot.
A water monitor scampers across the ground.
A mosquito hovers aimlessly.

(112/716H 31/111V /M O 2%)k sylvae
They don't seem to be here.

(113/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)k sylvae
south
They don't seem to be here.

(113/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)k sylvae

Alas, you cannot go that way....

(113/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)They don't seem to be here.

(113/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)west

A water monitor tickles you as he bites you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(112/716H 33/111V /M O 2%)a water monitor: healthyflee

A water monitor tickles you as he bites you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You OBLITERATE a water monitor with your deadly slash!!

(111/716H 33/111V /M O 2%)a water monitor: hurtNo way! You're fighting for your life!

(111/716H 33/111V /M O 2%)a water monitor: hurt
A water monitor tickles you as he bites you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(107/716H 34/111V /M O 2%)a water monitor: hurtA Submerged Region of the Banks
Deep currents under the water's seemingly placid appearance cause minuscule
ripples, visible only in contrast to the graceful waters to the south. The
water is clear and crisp, a sheet of liquid sapphire prevailing across this
region of the landscape. Under the water, the golden sand bank of the river
Luan can be made out, glowing with a natural radiance. To the south, a steep
precipice with a giant split in its middle offers shelter from the strong
currents. To either the east or west, the banks slope upwards, surfacing and
revealing pale-yellow sand.
[ Exits: e s w ]
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is standing here.
You flee head over heels.

(107/716H 33/111V /M O 2%)
Sylvae leaves east.

(108/716H 34/111V /M O 2%)flee
east
A Dip in the Banks
The bank of the river Luan dips to the west, submerging the golden strip of
sand under a sapphire ribbon of water. The sand is still visible under the
crisp water, though further out, swirls in the water's surface tell of deep
currents. A few sparse patches of greenery cling to life around this region,
but not nearly half as dense as the clusters gathered to the east. The river
flows to the north, while to the south, a black-rock precipice ends any notion
as travel in that direction.
[ Exits: e w ]
The corpse of a gray gelding is lying here.
A large slice of meat is lying here.
The remains of a burnt-out campfire lay here.
A wood-hewn canoe rests on the ground.
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is standing here.
You flee head over heels.

(109/716H 34/111V /M O 2%)Sighing Willows on the Banks of the River
Leaning willows dipping their crowns as if depressed are scattered over this
region of the river bank. The willows shower the river with their lush leaves,
rustling them even in the slightest breeze. The areas along the banks not
rooted with greenery are covered in a soft fleece of sand. As if to contrast
with the softness of the willow's leaves and the sand, a jagged precipice looms
to the south. The rocks of the precipice are black and grim, glistening with
water as tiny streams trace their paths down its steep face. The streams
meander and mingle at the precipice's base, eventually making their way to
merge with the river in the north.
[ Exits: e w ]

(109/716H 30/111V /M O 2%)k sylvae
They don't seem to be here.

(109/716H 31/111V /M O 2%)west
A Dip in the Banks
The bank of the river Luan dips to the west, submerging the golden strip of
sand under a sapphire ribbon of water. The sand is still visible under the
crisp water, though further out, swirls in the water's surface tell of deep
currents. A few sparse patches of greenery cling to life around this region,
but not nearly half as dense as the clusters gathered to the east. The river
flows to the north, while to the south, a black-rock precipice ends any notion
as travel in that direction.
[ Exits: e w ]
The corpse of a gray gelding is lying here.
A large slice of meat is lying here.
The remains of a burnt-out campfire lay here.
A wood-hewn canoe rests on the ground.
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is standing here.

(109/716H 30/111V /M O 2%)k sylvae
Your attempted overhand slash at Sylvae's head fails miserably!

(110/716H 30/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Your arcing slash whistles over Sylvae's head harmlessly!
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(108/716H 30/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
Sylvae stabs you viciously!
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(98/716H 31/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(95/716H 31/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
You barely miss bloodying Sylvae with a slash from a grim ebony blade with jagged edges..

(95/716H 31/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloodybas

(96/716H 31/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
(96/716H 31/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(92/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(90/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
You OBLITERATE Sylvae with your deadly slash!!
Sylvae panics, and attempts to flee!
Sylvae leaves west.

(90/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)west
Cancelled!
A Submerged Region of the Banks
Deep currents under the water's seemingly placid appearance cause minuscule
ripples, visible only in contrast to the graceful waters to the south. The
water is clear and crisp, a sheet of liquid sapphire prevailing across this
region of the landscape. Under the water, the golden sand bank of the river
Luan can be made out, glowing with a natural radiance. To the south, a steep
precipice with a giant split in its middle offers shelter from the strong
currents. To either the east or west, the banks slope upwards, surfacing and
revealing pale-yellow sand.
[ Exits: e s w ]
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is standing here.
A water monitor scampers across the ground.

(91/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)k sylvae
You slash Sylvae extremely hard.
Sylvae panics, and attempts to flee!
Sylvae leaves south.

(91/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)south
k sylvae
A Water-Smoothed Split in the Precipice
The once jagged rocks of the cavern have been worn down through years of
unabated water. Now, they are round and almost featureless, giving them the
appearance of softness and malleability. Hundreds of tiny streams gnaw away at
the few sharp edges left on the water cavern, coming in from the many cracks in
the ceiling and cascading down many paths to meet at the forming pool on the
ground. The walls of the cavern are complete, save for many inch-wide cracks
and a gaping opening to the north. The opening, wide enough for three stout
men to walk abreast, leads to a submerged region along a riverbank. The excess
water from here flow north, to keep the water level here waist-high at worst.
[ Exits: n ]
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is standing here.

(91/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)Your arcing slash whistles over Sylvae's head harmlessly!

(91/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: critical
You send a vicious slash at Sylvae's midsection, but miss.
Sylvae panics, and attempts to flee!
Sylvae leaves north.

(92/716H 33/111V /M O 2%)north
k sylvae
A Submerged Region of the Banks
Deep currents under the water's seemingly placid appearance cause minuscule
ripples, visible only in contrast to the graceful waters to the south. The
water is clear and crisp, a sheet of liquid sapphire prevailing across this
region of the landscape. Under the water, the golden sand bank of the river
Luan can be made out, glowing with a natural radiance. To the south, a steep
precipice with a giant split in its middle offers shelter from the strong
currents. To either the east or west, the banks slope upwards, surfacing and
revealing pale-yellow sand.
[ Exits: e s w ]
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is standing here.
A water monitor scampers across the ground.

(92/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)You slash Sylvae very hard.
Sylvae panics, and attempts to flee!
Sylvae leaves south.

(92/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)south
k sylvae
A Water-Smoothed Split in the Precipice
The once jagged rocks of the cavern have been worn down through years of
unabated water. Now, they are round and almost featureless, giving them the
appearance of softness and malleability. Hundreds of tiny streams gnaw away at
the few sharp edges left on the water cavern, coming in from the many cracks in
the ceiling and cascading down many paths to meet at the forming pool on the
ground. The walls of the cavern are complete, save for many inch-wide cracks
and a gaping opening to the north. The opening, wide enough for three stout
men to walk abreast, leads to a submerged region along a riverbank. The excess
water from here flow north, to keep the water level here waist-high at worst.
[ Exits: n ]
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is standing here.

(93/716H 32/111V /M O 2%)With a vicious horizontal slash of a grim ebony blade with jagged edges. you disembowel Sylvae.
Sylvae is dead! R.I.P.
You receive 0 experience points.
Sylvae cries out in horror as death overwhelms her!
Grimrak
Ghar'ghael
Posts: 11
Joined: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:41 pm

Re: KILL SOFTSKINS!

Post by Grimrak »

x2

Alindrelle Route Near the Darein Gate
People stream through this wide road in an unabated torrent, either heading
north towards the Darein gate or south, deeper into the island city.
Buildings stand along the eastern side of the road, each one stacked many
levels high with curvy or rounded walls and roofs. On the opposing side of the
street is the Ogier-built wall that frames Tar Valon; every inch of its
milky-white stone covered with arabesque patterns. Looking beyond the tall
wall, towards the south-western horizon, you see the shadow-cloaked mountain
known as Dragonmount.
[ Exits: n s ]
Many iron-shaped lampposts shed light onto the streets of Tar Valon. (LIT)
A black warhorse, being ridden by Sylvae is standing here.
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is riding a black warhorse here.

(221/716H 105/111V /M O 2%)k sylvaef

an Officer of the Shining Guard yells 'Light burn me! You again Grimrak?! I need some help at At the Darein Gates!'

(222/716H 106/111V /M O 2%)They don't seem to be here.

(222/716H 106/111V /M O 2%)k sylvae
You send a vicious slash at Sylvae's midsection, but miss.

(223/716H 107/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: healthy
You send a vicious slash at Sylvae's midsection, but miss.
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.

(219/716H 107/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: healthy
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.

(215/716H 108/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: healthybash

You OBLITERATE Sylvae with your deadly slash!!

(216/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bruised
(216/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bruised
(216/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bruised
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.

(214/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bruised
A member of the Shining Guards has arrived from the north.

(214/716H 110/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bruised
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You OBLITERATE Sylvae with your deadly slash!!
A member of the Shining Guards jumps to the aid of Sylvae!
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.

(209/716H 110/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: hurt
You send Sylvae sprawling with a powerful bash!

(209/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: hurt
You duck under a member of the Shining Guards's fist as he takes a swing at you.

(209/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: hurt
You OBLITERATE Sylvae with your deadly slash!!

(209/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: hurt
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.

(206/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: hurt
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.

(205/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: hurt
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You OBLITERATE Sylvae with your deadly slash!!

(201/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: woundedbash

A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.

(196/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
(196/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
(197/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.

(193/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.

(189/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Your arcing slash whistles over Sylvae's head harmlessly!

(189/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.

(182/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
You send Sylvae sprawling with a powerful bash!

(183/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Your arcing slash whistles over Sylvae's head harmlessly!
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.

(181/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: woundedbash

Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(178/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
(178/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
(178/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(178/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(174/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: wounded
You OBLITERATE Sylvae with your deadly slash!!

(174/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(173/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(169/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
You send Sylvae sprawling with a powerful bash!

(169/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloodybash

Your attempted overhand slash at Sylvae's head fails miserably!

(170/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(169/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(166/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(162/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
(162/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
(162/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(161/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(159/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Your attempted overhand slash at Sylvae's head fails miserably!

(160/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(159/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
Sylvae tickles you as she pierces you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(155/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
You send Sylvae sprawling with a powerful bash!

(155/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)Sylvae: bloody
You OBLITERATE Sylvae with your deadly slash!!
Sylvae panics, and attempts to flee!
Sylvae leaves north riding a black warhorse.

(155/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(154/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)a member of the Shining Guards: healthy
You massacre a member of the Shining Guards to small fragments with your slash.

(154/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)a member of the Shining Guards: bruised
A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(153/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)a member of the Shining Guards: bruised
You massacre a member of the Shining Guards to small fragments with your slash.

(153/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)a member of the Shining Guards: bruisedflee

A member of the Shining Guards tickles you as he hits you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!

(152/716H 111/111V /M O 2%)a member of the Shining Guards: bruisedAt the Darein Gates
The shimmering White Tower of Tar Valon rises into view, dwarfing any
surrounding structures. This region practically exudes Ogier stonemason
skills, with beautifully fabricated walls, buildings and platforms rising all
around. The Darein gates looming before you open out to reveal a milky white
bridge; a bridge made from lacy stone, yet sturdy enough to carry the beasts
and people that frequently cross it. Travel is possible in all directions.
[ Exits: n e s (u) ]
Water spills over three rounded step-stone tiers of a marble fountain.
A pair of arching lampposts illuminate the street during the hours of darkness. (LIT)
A black warhorse, being ridden by Sylvae is standing here.
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is riding a black warhorse here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
A white butterfly floats gracefully in the breeze.
*A drunken man* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*An archer guardsman*, wielding a leather gripped short bow is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman*, wielding a short, steel-tipped spear, following Neam the gatekeeper is standing here.
*Neam the gatekeeper*, wielding a gleaming steel lance bearing a hedged crosspiece is standing here.
*A member of the Shining Guards*, wielding a heavy war spear, following an Officer of the Shining Guard is standing here.
*A member of the Shining Guards*, wielding a heavy war spear, following an Officer of the Shining Guard is standing here.
*An Officer of the Shining Guard* is standing here.
an Officer of the Shining Guard yells 'Light burn me! A trolloc is at At the Darein Gates!'
You flee head over heels.

(152/716H 110/111V /M O 2%)north

A Shining Guardsman tickles you as he hits you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A member of the Shining Guards has arrived from the south.
A Shining Guardsman tickles you as he hits you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
A Shining Guardsman tickles you as he hits you.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You wimp out, and attempt to flee!
Western End of Spirit Lane
Spirit lane is sprawled before you, with trees plotted at intervals between
iron lampposts and tall buildings standing a few paces behind. The buildings
have white-washed walls, with tall, curtain-framed windows pierced through
them. Many of them have balconies, perched high on the front-walls to provide
a magnificent view of the island city. People traverse along the road in a
constant torrent, leaving east and west, to and from the White Tower which can
clearly be seen to the east. To the west, two towers with the flag of Tar
Valon tipping their flagpoles are visible, marking the Darein gate.
[ Exits: n e w ]
A pair of arching lampposts illuminate the street during the hours of darkness. (LIT)
*A tall man* is standing here.
A gray pigeon pecks the ground in search of food.
You flee head over heels.

(149/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)
an Officer of the Shining Guard yells 'Light burn me! You again Grimrak?! I need some help at At the Darein Gates!'

(149/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)k sylvae
south
k sylvae
Edarna Way
Buildings shaped to resemble wind-sculpted cliffs and puffy white clouds hem
both sides of the road, funnelling the constant stream of people and their
beasts. The buildings are obviously the work of Ogier masons, and have been
made so one building compliments its neighbour, leading the eye on like a
series of stone-frozen waves. Looking beyond the buildings will deliver a
magnificent view of the White Tower, standing like a massive beckon of bone
white stone. North and south, this road leads; south into Spirit boulevard.
[ Exits: n s ]
*A drunken man* is standing here.

(150/716H 110/111V /M O 2%)They don't seem to be here.

(150/716H 110/111V /M O 2%)Western End of Spirit Lane
Spirit lane is sprawled before you, with trees plotted at intervals between
iron lampposts and tall buildings standing a few paces behind. The buildings
have white-washed walls, with tall, curtain-framed windows pierced through
them. Many of them have balconies, perched high on the front-walls to provide
a magnificent view of the island city. People traverse along the road in a
constant torrent, leaving east and west, to and from the White Tower which can
clearly be seen to the east. To the west, two towers with the flag of Tar
Valon tipping their flagpoles are visible, marking the Darein gate.
[ Exits: n e w ]
A pair of arching lampposts illuminate the street during the hours of darkness. (LIT)
*A tall man* is standing here.
A gray pigeon pecks the ground in search of food.

(150/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)They don't seem to be here.

(150/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)south
k sylvae

Alas, you cannot go that way....

(151/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)They don't seem to be here.

(151/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)west
k sylvae
At the Darein Gates
The shimmering White Tower of Tar Valon rises into view, dwarfing any
surrounding structures. This region practically exudes Ogier stonemason
skills, with beautifully fabricated walls, buildings and platforms rising all
around. The Darein gates looming before you open out to reveal a milky white
bridge; a bridge made from lacy stone, yet sturdy enough to carry the beasts
and people that frequently cross it. Travel is possible in all directions.
[ Exits: n e s (u) ]
Water spills over three rounded step-stone tiers of a marble fountain.
A pair of arching lampposts illuminate the street during the hours of darkness. (LIT)
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A member of the Shining Guards* is standing here.
*A member of the Shining Guards* is standing here.
A black warhorse, being ridden by Sylvae is standing here.
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is riding a black warhorse here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
A white butterfly floats gracefully in the breeze.
*A drunken man* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*An archer guardsman*, wielding a leather gripped short bow is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman*, wielding a short, steel-tipped spear, following Neam the gatekeeper is standing here.
*Neam the gatekeeper*, wielding a gleaming steel lance bearing a hedged crosspiece is standing here.
*A member of the Shining Guards*, wielding a heavy war spear, following an Officer of the Shining Guard is standing here.
*A member of the Shining Guards*, wielding a heavy war spear, following an Officer of the Shining Guard is standing here.
*An Officer of the Shining Guard* is standing here.
an Officer of the Shining Guard yells 'Light burn me! A trolloc is at At the Darein Gates!'

(151/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)You send a vicious slash at Sylvae's midsection, but miss.
Sylvae panics, and attempts to flee!
Sylvae leaves north riding a black warhorse.

(151/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)north
Alindrelle Route Nearing the Darein Gates
The shining walls that surround the perimeter of the island city of Tar Valon
stand on the western flank of the road, and beyond that flows the mighty river
Erinin. The paving stone laid out before you is pristine white which seems
impossible with the number of people flowing through. On the eastern side of
this wide road, a line of beautifully crafted buildings shaped from stone to
resemble a stream of cascading waves form a thick barricade, cutting off all
passage in that direction.
[ Exits: n s ]
Many iron-shaped lampposts shed light onto the streets of Tar Valon. (LIT)
A black warhorse, being ridden by Sylvae is standing here.
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is riding a black warhorse here.
A white butterfly floats gracefully in the breeze.

(152/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)k sylvae

an Officer of the Shining Guard yells 'Light burn me! You again Grimrak?! I need some help at At the Darein Gates!'

(152/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)Your arcing slash whistles over Sylvae's head harmlessly!
Sylvae panics, and attempts to flee!
Sylvae leaves north riding a black warhorse.

(152/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)north
k sylvae
A member of the Shining Guards has arrived from the south.
A member of the Shining Guards has arrived from the south.
A member of the Shining Guards has arrived from the south.
Alindrelle Route North
Dominating the skyline, the White Tower- the heart of the city- rises out of
the eastern horizon; rising high to dwarf all surrounding edifices. Along the
road the buildings become spacious and grand, with roofs of shimmering white,
some doomed while others rise into ridges giving the appearance of a windswept
clouds. The great wall that runs along the perimeter of the city stands to the
west, running parallel to the road which flows north and south.
[ Exits: n s ]
Many iron-shaped lampposts shed light onto the streets of Tar Valon. (LIT)
A black warhorse, being ridden by Sylvae is standing here.
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is riding a black warhorse here.
*A dangerous looking man*, wielding a silver-etched sword, following a pale-faced, courtly woman is standing here.
*A pale-faced, courtly woman*, wielding a jewel encrusted dagger is standing here.

(152/716H 108/111V /M O 2%)You send a vicious slash at Sylvae's midsection, but miss.
Sylvae panics, and attempts to flee!
Sylvae leaves south riding a black warhorse.

(152/716H 109/111V /M O 2%)north
Alindrelle Route North
Grand and exuding Ogier craftsmanship, everything surrounding you is a piece of
art in itself. From the white paving stones to wavy-shaped buildings,
everything appears to be fabricated from liquid stone. Surmounting the tops of
buildings, the White Tower reaches and appears to succeed in touching the sky.
A narrow path between the buildings merges this road to another to the east.
Alindrelle route continues its course north and southwards.
[ Exits: n s ]
Many iron-shaped lampposts shed light onto the streets of Tar Valon. (LIT)
*A worker* is standing here.

(153/716H 108/111V /M O 2%)south
south
k sylvae
Alindrelle Route North
Dominating the skyline, the White Tower- the heart of the city- rises out of
the eastern horizon; rising high to dwarf all surrounding edifices. Along the
road the buildings become spacious and grand, with roofs of shimmering white,
some doomed while others rise into ridges giving the appearance of a windswept
clouds. The great wall that runs along the perimeter of the city stands to the
west, running parallel to the road which flows north and south.
[ Exits: n s ]
Many iron-shaped lampposts shed light onto the streets of Tar Valon. (LIT)
*A dangerous looking man*, wielding a silver-etched sword, following a pale-faced, courtly woman is standing here.
*A pale-faced, courtly woman*, wielding a jewel encrusted dagger is standing here.

(153/716H 107/111V /M O 2%)Alindrelle Route Nearing the Darein Gates
The shining walls that surround the perimeter of the island city of Tar Valon
stand on the western flank of the road, and beyond that flows the mighty river
Erinin. The paving stone laid out before you is pristine white which seems
impossible with the number of people flowing through. On the eastern side of
this wide road, a line of beautifully crafted buildings shaped from stone to
resemble a stream of cascading waves form a thick barricade, cutting off all
passage in that direction.
[ Exits: n s ]
Many iron-shaped lampposts shed light onto the streets of Tar Valon. (LIT)
A black warhorse, being ridden by Sylvae is standing here.
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is riding a black warhorse here.
*A member of the Shining Guards* is standing here.
*A member of the Shining Guards* is standing here.
*A member of the Shining Guards* is standing here.
A white butterfly floats gracefully in the breeze.

(153/716H 107/111V /M O 2%)You barely miss bloodying Sylvae with a slash from a grim ebony blade with jagged edges..
Sylvae panics, and attempts to flee!
Sylvae leaves south riding a black warhorse.

(153/716H 107/111V /M O 2%)south
k sylvae
At the Darein Gates
The shimmering White Tower of Tar Valon rises into view, dwarfing any
surrounding structures. This region practically exudes Ogier stonemason
skills, with beautifully fabricated walls, buildings and platforms rising all
around. The Darein gates looming before you open out to reveal a milky white
bridge; a bridge made from lacy stone, yet sturdy enough to carry the beasts
and people that frequently cross it. Travel is possible in all directions.
[ Exits: n e s (u) ]
Water spills over three rounded step-stone tiers of a marble fountain.
A pair of arching lampposts illuminate the street during the hours of darkness. (LIT)
A black warhorse, being ridden by Sylvae is standing here.
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is riding a black warhorse here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
A white butterfly floats gracefully in the breeze.
*A drunken man* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman* is standing here.
*An archer guardsman*, wielding a leather gripped short bow is standing here.
*A Shining Guardsman*, wielding a short, steel-tipped spear, following Neam the gatekeeper is standing here.
*Neam the gatekeeper*, wielding a gleaming steel lance bearing a hedged crosspiece is standing here.
*A member of the Shining Guards*, wielding a heavy war spear, following an Officer of the Shining Guard is standing here.
*A member of the Shining Guards*, wielding a heavy war spear, following an Officer of the Shining Guard is standing here.
*An Officer of the Shining Guard* is standing here.
an Officer of the Shining Guard yells 'Light burn me! A trolloc is at At the Darein Gates!'

(154/716H 107/111V /M O 2%)You massacre Sylvae to small fragments with your slash.
Sylvae panics, and attempts to flee!
Sylvae leaves east riding a black warhorse.

(154/716H 107/111V /M O 2%)east
k sylvae
Western End of Spirit Lane
Spirit lane is sprawled before you, with trees plotted at intervals between
iron lampposts and tall buildings standing a few paces behind. The buildings
have white-washed walls, with tall, curtain-framed windows pierced through
them. Many of them have balconies, perched high on the front-walls to provide
a magnificent view of the island city. People traverse along the road in a
constant torrent, leaving east and west, to and from the White Tower which can
clearly be seen to the east. To the west, two towers with the flag of Tar
Valon tipping their flagpoles are visible, marking the Darein gate.
[ Exits: n e w ]
A pair of arching lampposts illuminate the street during the hours of darkness. (LIT)
A black warhorse, being ridden by Sylvae is standing here.
*Sylvae*, wielding a blackened steel blade etched with silver and a blackened steel blade etched with silver is riding a black warhorse here.
*A tall man* is standing here.
A gray pigeon pecks the ground in search of food.

(154/716H 106/111V /M O 2%)You split Sylvae's skull with a powerful overhand slash!
Sylvae is dead! R.I.P.
You receive 0 experience points.
Sylvae cries out in horror as death overwhelms her!


Think she may have been afk :P
No afk flag, you die :P
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