Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 0:24:55 GMT -5
Recent comments about Lusts for Blood brought this log to mind. Hope you enjoy.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap stops guarding the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap looks up at you.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak looks up at you.
You look down at the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap.
Short, cropped hair, raven in color, springs forth like a mess of thornbush;
punctuated more so by colored beads and fragments of feather braided within
each lock. Her ears, exceptionally long, protrude out to the side and are
decorated with trinkets of bone. The sharp features carving out her cheeks
and chin are offset by a pair of severely wide eyes - pale blue in color -
and her reddened full lips. Her neck, legs and arms are all long and razor-
thin; further accentuated by a lack of curves or fat - save for the gentle
slope from her smallish chest. Bits of dried blood and dirt, flaking
underneath her blackened fingernails tell of a life spent in the wilds.
Sinewy bits of muscle are hinted at beneath her leathery, krath-blasted
skin - which has been riddled with elaborate tattoos stylistically mirroring
primitive cave drawings. The faded black and red inks depicting a myriad of
scenes which seem to move about her figure. From about her ears and leading
down to her neck and collar, extending on down to her limbs. Whereever a hint
of flesh is shown are inked elves attacking varying creatures - mantis, gith,
humans and other elves. Matched with burning villages and hails of inked
arrows which pelt running stick figures, each 'scene' as it were seems to
tell one epic tale, perhaps all tied to the fact that in every gruesome
sequence, is a prominent anakore.
Along her one side of her neck is a rather large smear of dried, flaked blood
though no wound is visible.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap is in excellent condition.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap is using:
<worn on head> a bloodied decorated anakore-skull helm
<worn in hair> a twist of black and red feathers
<worn on face> a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap
<worn in left ear> a bloodied hooked fang
<worn in right ear> a bloodied hooked fang
<worn around neck> a bloodied lined, plated black-leather collar
<worn about throat> a bloodied anakore claw necklace
<slung across back> a bloodied ash longbow
<worn across back> a tattered, faded-red hunting quiver
<worn on torso> a bloodied feminine, desert-camouflaged sandcloth jerkin
<worn on right shoulder> a bloodied ragged, gore-caked scalp
<worn on left shoulder> a bloodied claw-strewn shoulder braid
<worn on arms> a bloodied light-red and brown streaked warpaint
<worn around wrist> a new bloodied supple, earthy archery brace
<worn around wrist> a bloodied dujat-bladed leather bracer
<worn on hands> a bloodied set of anakore-clawed climbing gloves
<primary hand> a bloodied feather-tassled, dujat-tooth spear
<secondary hand> a bloodied double-bladed anakore-claw knife
<worn on forearms> a bloodied small black leather armsheath
<worn as belt> a dun-colored utility belt
<worn around body> a bloodied black leather and steel-grey sandcloth greatcloak
<worn about waist> a bloodied long, slender, sand-stained breechcloth
<worn on legs> a new bloodied pair of desert-camouflaged, sandcloth leggings
<worn on right ankle> a bloodied fanged climbing spike
<worn on left ankle> a bloodied fanged climbing spike
<worn on feet> a bloodied pair of knee-strapped, gwoshi-hide sandals
She is carrying:
nothing obvious
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap lifts her chin and narrows her eyes a tick.
The lanky, spartan half-giant squares his shoulders, growling.
A Bend in the North Road [N, E, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
Here, the road undergoes a broad sweeping bend, heading to the east
and south from this point. Newer stones make up the road to the east.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap is standing here, looking a bit winded.
Moving at a side-step, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to you, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"fibu.."
Her tone sharp as she moves slowly - her bloodied feather-tassled, dujat-tooth spear out, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"fyc.. pu aeog.. bec 'ac fuba faqj afu' yeaid.."
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak gets his raptor-tooth throwing knife from his leather swordbelt.
The lanky, spartan half-giant flinches, dropping into a defensive guard, gazing out over the top of his shield.
With a sharp nod at the crate under your arm, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to you, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"mdan uv."
Baring his teeth, flatly, you say, in sirihish:
"Know you. Lust Blood. You jump me fore."
A Bend in the North Road [N, E, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
Here, the road undergoes a broad sweeping bend, heading to the east
and south from this point. Newer stones make up the road to the east.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap is standing here, looking a bit winded.
After regarding you for a long moment, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap suddenly raises her arms and lets out a shrill cry, stomping her foot once.
The lanky, spartan half-giant points southward with his axe, flexing his shoulders dangerously.
From beneath the wrap, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap teases her tongue across her teeth - eyeing you hawkishly.
Peering aside for a moment, you look down at the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak.
Jaggedly cut, short burnt-orange hair covers the head of this angular
featured elf. Upon his face, deep eyes house striking amethyst gemstones
while a deep notching scar travels across the ridge of his nose. On one
side of his lips rusty stitches weave in and out to seal a wound that
slashed into his cheek, preventing the flesh from gaping open to show teeth.
His body is lean with broad, hulking shoulders, and his limbs are tightly
muscled with sinewy veins snaking all over his forearms and various healed-over
scars.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak is in excellent condition.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak is using:
<worn on head> a stained decorated anakore-skull helm
<face> a massive, slash-marked scar
<worn around neck> a fanged, inix-shell gorget
<worn about throat> a long, shaggy mane
<worn across back> a gwoshi-hide knapsack
<worn on torso> a stained scrub-camouflaged, reinforced-sandcloth jacket
<right shoulder> a tattoo of a snake coiling through a skull
<left shoulder> a wicked inking of a howling, broken skull
<worn on arms> a stained pair of brownish quirri-hide armguards
<worn around wrist> a stained durrit-claw bracer
<worn around wrist> a durrit-claw bracer
<primary hand> a bloodied fanged baobab spear
<secondary hand> an used curved agafari shield
<worn as belt> a leather swordbelt
<worn around body> a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak
<waist> three vivid streaks of blood-red ink
<worn on legs> a stained pair of brownish quirri-hide leggings
<left ankle> a desiccated mantis-head tattoo
<worn on feet> a pair of spike-toed, thigh-high leather boots
He is carrying:
nothing obvious
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak moves in mirror with the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap, grinning widely.
Angrily, raising his volume by degrees, you say, in sirihish:
"Only reason you live is you kill witch. Go."
Her eyes on you, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap asks the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"eiyxu.. sgonror' je iar' eia or gi.. sn.. nke' ayyyt lra' vaedi?"
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the war-inked, sylphlike elf with the Way.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak asks the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"aixae ia fea izto' dek vuuw?"
At somepoint during your speech, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap narrows her eyes just a hair more.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
"Only reason you live is you kill witch. Go."
With her bloodied feather-tassled, dujat-tooth spear fixed to you, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap flicks a lone nod to the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The wind slows down a little.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The hulking, claw-scarred elf sends you a telepathic message:
"Kaaah, easy big guy..."
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak taps at his temple.
The hulking, claw-scarred elf lowers the hood of his stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak.
The war-inked, sylphlike elf sends you a telepathic message:
"*with a sharp ripple in a harsh allundean dialect* Kah.. Ya know tha' Ranna, Kah? Kah.. Was it ya in tha' valley of tha' Xa earlier?"
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
"NOT IN VALLEY!"
The hulking, claw-scarred elf sends you a telepathic message:
"We just be wantin' ta ask ya 'bout somethin' suspicious, kah?"
A finely-polished baobab crate is already open!
Her gaze locked up at you, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to the hulking, claw-scarred elf, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"z byb 'yi oa howy.. ghewfab' k gaafie gejk buue epu haeo--"
You get your bloodied pair of silt horror-shell vambraces from your finely-polished baobab crate.
It is no problem.
You put your bloodied pair of silt horror-shell vambraces into your finely-polished baobab crate.
You close your finely-polished baobab crate.
The hulking, claw-scarred elf nods to the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap steps back from the motion as you rummages about in the crate.
The hulking, claw-scarred elf raises the hood of his stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
"Is MY shells. For bugwar."
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak takes a step back, peering at you.
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
You suffer from use of the Way.
The war-inked, sylphlike elf sends you a telepathic message:
"If tha' half-beast wishes ta' aide tha' honorable Lusts fa' Blood.. Ya will give us tha' gift.. We don' give two facks bout tha' heavy shells from tha' cursed sea with watah ya can ne drink."
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak says to the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"p'du gai ui auehog suh' mou ioyc."
You suffer from use of the Way.
The sun reaches its highest point in the sky.
A pair of fingers drumming along the shaft of her bloodied feather-tassled, dujat-tooth spear, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"eoz.. du tosia.. uu riu 'ao."
The lanky, spartan half-giant snarls, his eyes narrowing in his scarred face.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak nods emphatically at the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
":: flatly:: What gif."
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak gets his blood-red barbed sheaf arrow from his leather swordbelt.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak puts his blood-red barbed sheaf arrow into his leather swordbelt.
The war-inked, sylphlike elf sends you a telepathic message:
"Such tha' gift is tha' most honorable.. Fa' many witches we slay.. Which ya know of.. An' ya choose.. Wha' would ya give tha' witch slayah?"
Once over, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap looks up at you.
Lowering his voice to the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap, the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak says, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"h vmuvduz' nli' auemkk cahjua yii jyai eujy, puj."
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's gaze lingers about one of the brace's along your arm.
Peering, the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak looks up at you.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
"I gif you you life. Go now. I Brot. Strong of Tulk, kill many bug, walk deep grey wit Rantarri spirit."
The lanky, spartan half-giant flexes again, his frame rippling with muscle.
The war-inked, sylphlike elf sends you a telepathic message:
"Chose tha' wise path, half-beast.. For if ya do tha' propah an give tha' gift.. I'll give ya tha' whisper of a pair a witches in ya grasses.. Tha' mock tha' White-Pit."
The wind loses some momentum.
Her tone calm - but gaze hard and cold - moving at a slow side-step still, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to you, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"jdiapa gne' eefo eeke.."
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak paces about, a much smaller frame compared to you, but flexes his muscles in instinctive response, the tight muscles twists beneath his skin.
The war-inked, sylphlike elf sends you a telepathic message:
"Choose tha' wise path.. Give tha' gift.. An' tha' whispers we trade will be worth it.. Show us ya respect tha' Soh fa' tha' witches.. Tha' common enemy we both hunt."
Briefly - the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's gaze dances about the hulking mass of muscle that makes up your form.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
":: mounting in anger :: Respeck Soh?! Respeck kill Gasel over stupids an lie?! YOU GO NOW!"
The lanky, spartan half-giant tosses his barrel aside, the wooden object hitting the ground with dull, heavy thud that speaks of being completely full.
You drop a hefty wooden barrel. Shown to the room as:
A hefty wooden barrel sits here.
With a sharp snort and air of spite, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to you, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"eu eami uujtokp dhy' hab! qo li jiia ho' jly' hpuee-auh! jg--"
The lanky, spartan half-giant leaps forward with surprising speed, lashing out.
The moment the barrel drops, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap leaps back and crouches low.
You wound the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak on his leg with your chop.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak's attack.
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak throws a kick at your ribs, but you step aside.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap sheathes a bloodied double-bladed anakore-claw knife.
The lanky, spartan half-giant nimbly leaps aside, cutting high and low with brutal power.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak parries your attack.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap lunges at you, but her blow is deftly deflected by a bloodied scrub-camouflaged, reinforced-sandcloth jacket.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap viciously leaps toward you, but a burned pair of scrub-camouflaged, sandcloth sleeves gets in the way.
A quick shot from the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's a bloodied dujat-bladed leather bracer slices your face.
Calling out, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap shouts, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"gaauieeueeaay kiaieii!"
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak stabs your hand.
You shout in sirihish:
"YOU GO! MY HOME!"
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak howls in return.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack on you is absorbed by a bloodied scrub-camouflaged, reinforced-sandcloth jacket.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak blocks your attack.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak's attack.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap pierces you, barely grazing your body.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak viciously leaps toward you, but a burned pair of scrub-camouflaged, sandcloth sleeves gets in the way.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap grunts as her spear THUDS against your shield.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak swiftly dodges your chop.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak attempts to knock a dusty embossed, bahamet-bladed battleaxe from your hands, but you deftly avoid him.
The lanky, spartan half-giant smoothly flows from guard to guard, shot to shot, displaying considerable skill.
You wound the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak on his body with a brutal chop.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak reels from the blow.
A quick shot from the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's a bloodied dujat-bladed leather bracer slices your face.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak blocks your attack.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak's attack on you is absorbed by a bloodied scrub-camouflaged, reinforced-sandcloth jacket.
You notice the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak is watching you.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak does not look well.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak looks a little weary.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap exclaims to the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"waeoee!"
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak attempts to flee.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak runs north.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap swiftly dodges your chop.
The lanky, spartan half-giant smoothly rounds on the next target.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap grits her teeth as she faces you down.
You viciously chop the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap on her body.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
A quick shot from the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's a bloodied dujat-bladed leather bracer slices your face.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap grunts as the axe cuts into her!
You do unspeakable damage to the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's head with your chop.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap reels from the blow.
You wound the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap on her hand with your chop.
The lanky, spartan half-giant sidesteps smoothly, rolling from blow to blow.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap attempts to flee.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap runs east.
You pick up a hefty wooden barrel.
It is very light, and full.
205/220 hp 0/-16 mana 121/214 mv 219/219 stun armed>
North Road [N, E, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
The road stretches to the east and west here.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap is standing here, bleeding profusely.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap runs east.
Stinging sand swirls around you.
North Road [N, E, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
The road stretches to the east and west here.
You shout in sirihish:
"RUN!"
Stinging sand swirls around you.
North Road [N, E, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
The road stretches to the east and west here.
Stinging sand swirls around you.
A Bend in the North Road [N, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
A wall of rough red rock leans over the road to the east, forcing it
to bend north and west.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap is standing here, bleeding profusely.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap runs north.
Stinging sand swirls around you.
North Road [N, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
The road heads north and south, bordered on the east by a wall of
rough red rock, formed by the cliffs which loom ominously over it.
(snipped walking back to Tuluk)
Saving at the gate of a city.
Saving Brot.
West of the Scaien Gates [N, E, S, W]
The still intact portions, few though they may be, of this wide stone
road lie half buried and partially covered with a thin layer of sand. What
remains of this pale backbone of a road lies across these lands in a long
and twisting fashion, following the southern border of the Grey Forest.
The broken road winds east and west here, running through thickets of
agafari, their grey-green leaves dancing with each shift of the wind and
immediately to the east loom the impressive Scaien gates. Atop their
carved alabaster entry arch, a beacon blazes at its apex. To the north,
a crude tower peeks over the Scaien Wall, standing guard over the gates
from the inside.
The white pavestones of the North Road - what portions remain fully
intact - pass west through the huge arch of the Scaien Gates, their ancient
wallwork freed from the overhang of moss and ragged numut vines. The mighty
gates themselves, newly constructed of local hardwoods, gleam darkly with
fresh varnish and appear well-constructed. A gleaming alabaster arch spans
the top of the gate with a blazing beacon at its apex, brightly illuminating
the area.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the war-inked, sylphlike elf with the Way.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
"I gif you life. You jump inked on road, in Tulk, I step you face. "
The war-inked, sylphlike elf sends you a telepathic message:
"*with a sharp ripple that echoes about in a harsh allundean dialect* Tha' strength of tha' half-beast is seen.. An' felt."
And then we were "friends". The two never actually saw each other again, but ways went back and forth for months.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap stops guarding the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap looks up at you.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak looks up at you.
You look down at the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap.
Short, cropped hair, raven in color, springs forth like a mess of thornbush;
punctuated more so by colored beads and fragments of feather braided within
each lock. Her ears, exceptionally long, protrude out to the side and are
decorated with trinkets of bone. The sharp features carving out her cheeks
and chin are offset by a pair of severely wide eyes - pale blue in color -
and her reddened full lips. Her neck, legs and arms are all long and razor-
thin; further accentuated by a lack of curves or fat - save for the gentle
slope from her smallish chest. Bits of dried blood and dirt, flaking
underneath her blackened fingernails tell of a life spent in the wilds.
Sinewy bits of muscle are hinted at beneath her leathery, krath-blasted
skin - which has been riddled with elaborate tattoos stylistically mirroring
primitive cave drawings. The faded black and red inks depicting a myriad of
scenes which seem to move about her figure. From about her ears and leading
down to her neck and collar, extending on down to her limbs. Whereever a hint
of flesh is shown are inked elves attacking varying creatures - mantis, gith,
humans and other elves. Matched with burning villages and hails of inked
arrows which pelt running stick figures, each 'scene' as it were seems to
tell one epic tale, perhaps all tied to the fact that in every gruesome
sequence, is a prominent anakore.
Along her one side of her neck is a rather large smear of dried, flaked blood
though no wound is visible.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap is in excellent condition.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap is using:
<worn on head> a bloodied decorated anakore-skull helm
<worn in hair> a twist of black and red feathers
<worn on face> a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap
<worn in left ear> a bloodied hooked fang
<worn in right ear> a bloodied hooked fang
<worn around neck> a bloodied lined, plated black-leather collar
<worn about throat> a bloodied anakore claw necklace
<slung across back> a bloodied ash longbow
<worn across back> a tattered, faded-red hunting quiver
<worn on torso> a bloodied feminine, desert-camouflaged sandcloth jerkin
<worn on right shoulder> a bloodied ragged, gore-caked scalp
<worn on left shoulder> a bloodied claw-strewn shoulder braid
<worn on arms> a bloodied light-red and brown streaked warpaint
<worn around wrist> a new bloodied supple, earthy archery brace
<worn around wrist> a bloodied dujat-bladed leather bracer
<worn on hands> a bloodied set of anakore-clawed climbing gloves
<primary hand> a bloodied feather-tassled, dujat-tooth spear
<secondary hand> a bloodied double-bladed anakore-claw knife
<worn on forearms> a bloodied small black leather armsheath
<worn as belt> a dun-colored utility belt
<worn around body> a bloodied black leather and steel-grey sandcloth greatcloak
<worn about waist> a bloodied long, slender, sand-stained breechcloth
<worn on legs> a new bloodied pair of desert-camouflaged, sandcloth leggings
<worn on right ankle> a bloodied fanged climbing spike
<worn on left ankle> a bloodied fanged climbing spike
<worn on feet> a bloodied pair of knee-strapped, gwoshi-hide sandals
She is carrying:
nothing obvious
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap lifts her chin and narrows her eyes a tick.
The lanky, spartan half-giant squares his shoulders, growling.
A Bend in the North Road [N, E, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
Here, the road undergoes a broad sweeping bend, heading to the east
and south from this point. Newer stones make up the road to the east.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap is standing here, looking a bit winded.
Moving at a side-step, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to you, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"fibu.."
Her tone sharp as she moves slowly - her bloodied feather-tassled, dujat-tooth spear out, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"fyc.. pu aeog.. bec 'ac fuba faqj afu' yeaid.."
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak gets his raptor-tooth throwing knife from his leather swordbelt.
The lanky, spartan half-giant flinches, dropping into a defensive guard, gazing out over the top of his shield.
With a sharp nod at the crate under your arm, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to you, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"mdan uv."
Baring his teeth, flatly, you say, in sirihish:
"Know you. Lust Blood. You jump me fore."
A Bend in the North Road [N, E, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
Here, the road undergoes a broad sweeping bend, heading to the east
and south from this point. Newer stones make up the road to the east.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak is standing here.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap is standing here, looking a bit winded.
After regarding you for a long moment, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap suddenly raises her arms and lets out a shrill cry, stomping her foot once.
The lanky, spartan half-giant points southward with his axe, flexing his shoulders dangerously.
From beneath the wrap, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap teases her tongue across her teeth - eyeing you hawkishly.
Peering aside for a moment, you look down at the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak.
Jaggedly cut, short burnt-orange hair covers the head of this angular
featured elf. Upon his face, deep eyes house striking amethyst gemstones
while a deep notching scar travels across the ridge of his nose. On one
side of his lips rusty stitches weave in and out to seal a wound that
slashed into his cheek, preventing the flesh from gaping open to show teeth.
His body is lean with broad, hulking shoulders, and his limbs are tightly
muscled with sinewy veins snaking all over his forearms and various healed-over
scars.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak is in excellent condition.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak is using:
<worn on head> a stained decorated anakore-skull helm
<face> a massive, slash-marked scar
<worn around neck> a fanged, inix-shell gorget
<worn about throat> a long, shaggy mane
<worn across back> a gwoshi-hide knapsack
<worn on torso> a stained scrub-camouflaged, reinforced-sandcloth jacket
<right shoulder> a tattoo of a snake coiling through a skull
<left shoulder> a wicked inking of a howling, broken skull
<worn on arms> a stained pair of brownish quirri-hide armguards
<worn around wrist> a stained durrit-claw bracer
<worn around wrist> a durrit-claw bracer
<primary hand> a bloodied fanged baobab spear
<secondary hand> an used curved agafari shield
<worn as belt> a leather swordbelt
<worn around body> a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak
<waist> three vivid streaks of blood-red ink
<worn on legs> a stained pair of brownish quirri-hide leggings
<left ankle> a desiccated mantis-head tattoo
<worn on feet> a pair of spike-toed, thigh-high leather boots
He is carrying:
nothing obvious
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak moves in mirror with the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap, grinning widely.
Angrily, raising his volume by degrees, you say, in sirihish:
"Only reason you live is you kill witch. Go."
Her eyes on you, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap asks the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"eiyxu.. sgonror' je iar' eia or gi.. sn.. nke' ayyyt lra' vaedi?"
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the war-inked, sylphlike elf with the Way.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak asks the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"aixae ia fea izto' dek vuuw?"
At somepoint during your speech, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap narrows her eyes just a hair more.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
"Only reason you live is you kill witch. Go."
With her bloodied feather-tassled, dujat-tooth spear fixed to you, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap flicks a lone nod to the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The wind slows down a little.
A foreign presence contacts your mind.
The hulking, claw-scarred elf sends you a telepathic message:
"Kaaah, easy big guy..."
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak taps at his temple.
The hulking, claw-scarred elf lowers the hood of his stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak.
The war-inked, sylphlike elf sends you a telepathic message:
"*with a sharp ripple in a harsh allundean dialect* Kah.. Ya know tha' Ranna, Kah? Kah.. Was it ya in tha' valley of tha' Xa earlier?"
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
"NOT IN VALLEY!"
The hulking, claw-scarred elf sends you a telepathic message:
"We just be wantin' ta ask ya 'bout somethin' suspicious, kah?"
A finely-polished baobab crate is already open!
Her gaze locked up at you, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to the hulking, claw-scarred elf, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"z byb 'yi oa howy.. ghewfab' k gaafie gejk buue epu haeo--"
You get your bloodied pair of silt horror-shell vambraces from your finely-polished baobab crate.
It is no problem.
You put your bloodied pair of silt horror-shell vambraces into your finely-polished baobab crate.
You close your finely-polished baobab crate.
The hulking, claw-scarred elf nods to the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap steps back from the motion as you rummages about in the crate.
The hulking, claw-scarred elf raises the hood of his stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
"Is MY shells. For bugwar."
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak takes a step back, peering at you.
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
You suffer from use of the Way.
The war-inked, sylphlike elf sends you a telepathic message:
"If tha' half-beast wishes ta' aide tha' honorable Lusts fa' Blood.. Ya will give us tha' gift.. We don' give two facks bout tha' heavy shells from tha' cursed sea with watah ya can ne drink."
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak says to the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"p'du gai ui auehog suh' mou ioyc."
You suffer from use of the Way.
The sun reaches its highest point in the sky.
A pair of fingers drumming along the shaft of her bloodied feather-tassled, dujat-tooth spear, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"eoz.. du tosia.. uu riu 'ao."
The lanky, spartan half-giant snarls, his eyes narrowing in his scarred face.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak nods emphatically at the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
":: flatly:: What gif."
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak gets his blood-red barbed sheaf arrow from his leather swordbelt.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak puts his blood-red barbed sheaf arrow into his leather swordbelt.
The war-inked, sylphlike elf sends you a telepathic message:
"Such tha' gift is tha' most honorable.. Fa' many witches we slay.. Which ya know of.. An' ya choose.. Wha' would ya give tha' witch slayah?"
Once over, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap looks up at you.
Lowering his voice to the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap, the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak says, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"h vmuvduz' nli' auemkk cahjua yii jyai eujy, puj."
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's gaze lingers about one of the brace's along your arm.
Peering, the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak looks up at you.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
"I gif you you life. Go now. I Brot. Strong of Tulk, kill many bug, walk deep grey wit Rantarri spirit."
The lanky, spartan half-giant flexes again, his frame rippling with muscle.
The war-inked, sylphlike elf sends you a telepathic message:
"Chose tha' wise path, half-beast.. For if ya do tha' propah an give tha' gift.. I'll give ya tha' whisper of a pair a witches in ya grasses.. Tha' mock tha' White-Pit."
The wind loses some momentum.
Her tone calm - but gaze hard and cold - moving at a slow side-step still, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to you, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"jdiapa gne' eefo eeke.."
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak paces about, a much smaller frame compared to you, but flexes his muscles in instinctive response, the tight muscles twists beneath his skin.
The war-inked, sylphlike elf sends you a telepathic message:
"Choose tha' wise path.. Give tha' gift.. An' tha' whispers we trade will be worth it.. Show us ya respect tha' Soh fa' tha' witches.. Tha' common enemy we both hunt."
Briefly - the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's gaze dances about the hulking mass of muscle that makes up your form.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
":: mounting in anger :: Respeck Soh?! Respeck kill Gasel over stupids an lie?! YOU GO NOW!"
The lanky, spartan half-giant tosses his barrel aside, the wooden object hitting the ground with dull, heavy thud that speaks of being completely full.
You drop a hefty wooden barrel. Shown to the room as:
A hefty wooden barrel sits here.
With a sharp snort and air of spite, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap says to you, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"eu eami uujtokp dhy' hab! qo li jiia ho' jly' hpuee-auh! jg--"
The lanky, spartan half-giant leaps forward with surprising speed, lashing out.
The moment the barrel drops, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap leaps back and crouches low.
You wound the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak on his leg with your chop.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak's attack.
You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak throws a kick at your ribs, but you step aside.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap sheathes a bloodied double-bladed anakore-claw knife.
The lanky, spartan half-giant nimbly leaps aside, cutting high and low with brutal power.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak parries your attack.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap lunges at you, but her blow is deftly deflected by a bloodied scrub-camouflaged, reinforced-sandcloth jacket.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap viciously leaps toward you, but a burned pair of scrub-camouflaged, sandcloth sleeves gets in the way.
A quick shot from the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's a bloodied dujat-bladed leather bracer slices your face.
Calling out, the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap shouts, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"gaauieeueeaay kiaieii!"
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak stabs your hand.
You shout in sirihish:
"YOU GO! MY HOME!"
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak howls in return.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack on you is absorbed by a bloodied scrub-camouflaged, reinforced-sandcloth jacket.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak blocks your attack.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak's attack.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap pierces you, barely grazing your body.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak viciously leaps toward you, but a burned pair of scrub-camouflaged, sandcloth sleeves gets in the way.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap grunts as her spear THUDS against your shield.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak swiftly dodges your chop.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak attempts to knock a dusty embossed, bahamet-bladed battleaxe from your hands, but you deftly avoid him.
The lanky, spartan half-giant smoothly flows from guard to guard, shot to shot, displaying considerable skill.
You wound the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak on his body with a brutal chop.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak reels from the blow.
A quick shot from the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's a bloodied dujat-bladed leather bracer slices your face.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak blocks your attack.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak's attack on you is absorbed by a bloodied scrub-camouflaged, reinforced-sandcloth jacket.
You notice the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak is watching you.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak does not look well.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak looks a little weary.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap exclaims to the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak, in an unfamiliar tongue:
"waeoee!"
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak's attack.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak attempts to flee.
The tiny and gaunt figure in a stained rock-grey, hooded sandcloth greatcloak runs north.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap swiftly dodges your chop.
The lanky, spartan half-giant smoothly rounds on the next target.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap grits her teeth as she faces you down.
You viciously chop the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap on her body.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly parry the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
You deftly block the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's attack.
A quick shot from the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's a bloodied dujat-bladed leather bracer slices your face.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap grunts as the axe cuts into her!
You do unspeakable damage to the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap's head with your chop.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap reels from the blow.
You wound the tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap on her hand with your chop.
The lanky, spartan half-giant sidesteps smoothly, rolling from blow to blow.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap attempts to flee.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap runs east.
You pick up a hefty wooden barrel.
It is very light, and full.
205/220 hp 0/-16 mana 121/214 mv 219/219 stun armed>
North Road [N, E, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
The road stretches to the east and west here.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap is standing here, bleeding profusely.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap runs east.
Stinging sand swirls around you.
North Road [N, E, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
The road stretches to the east and west here.
You shout in sirihish:
"RUN!"
Stinging sand swirls around you.
North Road [N, E, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
The road stretches to the east and west here.
Stinging sand swirls around you.
A Bend in the North Road [N, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
A wall of rough red rock leans over the road to the east, forcing it
to bend north and west.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap is standing here, bleeding profusely.
The tiny and gaunt female wearing a fanged, black sandcloth facewrap runs north.
Stinging sand swirls around you.
North Road [N, S, W]
The stark white of this wide stone road lies across these scrub
forests like the spine of some gargantuan carcass. Blowing, gritty dusts
cover the road in some places, and pech grasses have, here and there, taken
root in and among the flagstones. This pale backbone of a road lies across
these lands in a long and twisting fashion, following the southern border of
the Grey Forest.
The road heads north and south, bordered on the east by a wall of
rough red rock, formed by the cliffs which loom ominously over it.
(snipped walking back to Tuluk)
Saving at the gate of a city.
Saving Brot.
West of the Scaien Gates [N, E, S, W]
The still intact portions, few though they may be, of this wide stone
road lie half buried and partially covered with a thin layer of sand. What
remains of this pale backbone of a road lies across these lands in a long
and twisting fashion, following the southern border of the Grey Forest.
The broken road winds east and west here, running through thickets of
agafari, their grey-green leaves dancing with each shift of the wind and
immediately to the east loom the impressive Scaien gates. Atop their
carved alabaster entry arch, a beacon blazes at its apex. To the north,
a crude tower peeks over the Scaien Wall, standing guard over the gates
from the inside.
The white pavestones of the North Road - what portions remain fully
intact - pass west through the huge arch of the Scaien Gates, their ancient
wallwork freed from the overhang of moss and ragged numut vines. The mighty
gates themselves, newly constructed of local hardwoods, gleam darkly with
fresh varnish and appear well-constructed. A gleaming alabaster arch spans
the top of the gate with a blazing beacon at its apex, brightly illuminating
the area.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You contact the war-inked, sylphlike elf with the Way.
You suffer from use of the Way.
You send a telepathic message to the war-inked, sylphlike elf:
"I gif you life. You jump inked on road, in Tulk, I step you face. "
The war-inked, sylphlike elf sends you a telepathic message:
"*with a sharp ripple that echoes about in a harsh allundean dialect* Tha' strength of tha' half-beast is seen.. An' felt."
And then we were "friends". The two never actually saw each other again, but ways went back and forth for months.
