Author: laurajlmars
Title: The Best Laid Plans (Part 1)
Date: 2009-09-30 13:05:38
Type: Logs
Synopsis: Lord Templar Samos Rennik receives annoying news, and makes a dangerous decision that will have lasting repercussions. A log from the summer of 2007.
Title: The Best Laid Plans (Part 1)
Date: 2009-09-30 13:05:38
Type: Logs
Synopsis: Lord Templar Samos Rennik receives annoying news, and makes a dangerous decision that will have lasting repercussions. A log from the summer of 2007.
A Spartan Meditation Chamber [S Save]
A simple obsidian altar, trimmed in jade, rests here upon the floor.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar paces back and forth, head bowed.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar stalks over to a jade and obsidian altar and drops down to his knees, letting out a frustrated growl.
The blind, wine-haired female stumbles down into a corner of the room, furthest away from the rugged, stubble-bearded templar and a jade and obsidian altar.
With a growl, smashing a fist into the floor, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar exclaims, in sirihish:
"I can't HANDLE this!"
Sliding down the wall, sightless eyes huge, you sit down.
Your new ldesc is:
The blind, wine-haired female huddles in the corner here
A -crack- sounding from wood and stone as he smashes his fist to the floor again, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"SURROUNDED by fucking incompetence on every side."
You feel disoriented and frightened by the waves of rage in his voice.
You feel an insane babble of voices tumbling, deafening, through your head.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar clenches his hands into fists, teeth grit hard in frustration.
As if a mirror to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar's emotions, the blind, wine-haired female's teeth also clench.
You feel completely baffled as to why you're sad, why you're angry.
A dark resolve in his voice, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"If Weringa can't be trusted, I have to kill him."
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"I'll cut out the rot in this order myself."
Facing the altar, features stony, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"I have no other choice."
You feel a shiver run down your spine.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar looks over his shoulder at you.
A frozen expression on her face, the blind, wine-haired female rubs moisture from one cheek with dusty fingers, leaving a smudge against her pale skin.
Speaking to the ground at her bare feet, you whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"It will make him laugh."
Exhaling a hissing breath, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Who?"
You whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"Gin."
Still kneeling, peering at you in your corner, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Why?"
Flinching further back, you whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"I don't know. I don't know. Laughter's the best poison."
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Stay away from him until we do this. I will leave nothing to chance."
You feel unhappy.
The blind, wine-haired female manages a tiny nod.
You think:
"No...no no no."
You think:
"This will lead to nothing good."
You think:
"Kicking out bricks."
You feel nervous and apprehensive.
You feel like an animal getting dragged to a bath.
Turning back to the altar, bowing his head, tone reverent, if tinged slightly with desperation, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"Highlord Tektolnes, I pray you favor my actions."
The blind, wine-haired female lifts a shaking hand to her white face, fingers lacing into her hair.
The blind, wine-haired female crouches on the balls of her feet, ankle jingling slightly in the quiet as she shifts her position.
You think:
"Why is he so? Why...why doesn't he say...why does he do this?"
Breaking the silence, facing away from you, rugged, stubble-bearded templar asks, in sirihish:
"Do you have the poison?"
Barely breathing out her response, you whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"Yes."
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar stands up.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar sighs, pushing up from the altar.
Scrambling to her feet with a jingle of bells and a hiss of silk, you stand up.
The blind, wine-haired female keeps her back to the corner, fingers clenching and unclenching at her sides.
Quietly, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar asks you, in sirihish:
"What should I do?"
Uncertainty thick in her tone, you say to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"You ask me for council?"
With a weak, helpless, mirthless smile, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"Seems like yer the only person I can trust."
Shoulders hunching, you whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"I'm just a slave."
You feel your mind yanked back to the present, ignoring the noises in your head which grate back and forth like the edges of a serrated knife.
Stepping closer to you, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"You know you're more than that to me."
Plaintively, lifting both hands towards him, you say to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, in sirihish:
"I'm not...truly, I don't know, please, I only want your happiness."
One side of his mouth crooking up, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"Almost a foreign concept to me lately."
The blind, wine-haired female's lips move soundlessly, folding her fingers in on themselves to stop their trembling.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar sighs, deflating, opening his arms to you for an embrace.
Pulling you close, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar whispers to you, in sirihish:
"Saya, tell me."
Stepping forward into his arms, you whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"Weringa meets with the Warlord now."
Blue gaze narrowing as he stares at the opposite wall, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar asks, in sirihish:
"Are you..?"
The blind, wine-haired female nods vacantly, cheek resting against the rugged, stubble-bearded templar's chest.
With a grunt, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar whispers to you, in sirihish:
"Then tell me."
You whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"He hasn't arrived yet."
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar purses his lips, chin resting on the top of your head.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar whispers to you, in sirihish:
"Could you follow him? Hidden? And listen?"
You feel sick at the prospect.
You whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"He's in the Academy."
Taking your arm, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar whispers to you, in sirihish:
"Let's go."
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks south.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk south.
A Narrow Entryway [NES]
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks south.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk south.
A Sitting Room [NE Save]
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
A Narrow Entryway [NES]
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar gets his night-black, sheer silk blindfold from his dusty oversized black backpack.
Turning you towards the door, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Stay close. Stay out of sight."
Tieing it over your eyes, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar gives you his night-black, sheer silk blindfold.
Bowing her head, you fasten your night-black, sheer silk blindfold across your face, a whimper briefly escaping her lips.
You feel dizzy.
You feel tears threatening to come.
Tugging your hood over your hair, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar whispers to you, in sirihish:
"You can do this. And you need to."
Nearly inaudible, the female wearing a night-black, sheer silk blindfold pants for air through dry, dry lips.
You raise the hood of a hooded, loose black silk greatcloak.
You are using:
a night-black, sheer silk blindfold
a leather collar with a jade cross on it
a diaphanous draped black dress
a hooded, loose black silk greatcloak
a belled leather loop
Stooping to her ankle, you stop using your belled leather loop.
Standing, and turning to press it into his hand, you give your belled leather loop to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar gives your shoulder a quick squeeze.
You search for a good place to hide.
You attempt to hide yourself.
You now follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar unlocks the door with a worn bronze key.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar opens the door.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks east.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk east.
A Well-Lit Stairwell [EWUD]
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar closes the door.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar locks the door with a worn bronze key.
You start trying to listen.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks down.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk down.
A Well-Lit Stairwell [EWUD]
Fixed securely to the walls, small oil lamps keep this hallway well lit
despite the fact that there are no windows. The walls of this hallway are
lined with doors, and where they are not, small ornaments hang, mostly
sigils from one of the various noble houses of Allanak. A set of stairs
lead down towards the main entryway of this building, as well as lead
further up into the building's interior.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks down.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk down.
Stonework Building [SU]
This small stonework building is simple in design and function. Set
into the stonework of the meticulously kept northern wall is a large jade
cross on an obsidian field. A large, oval rug sprawls out in the center of
the floor. A sturdy door in the south wall provides the only other entrance
to this building. A large, semi-circular desk rests beneath the jade cross
on the northern wall. A split staircase ascends up from this foyer on both
the eastern and western walls, meeting at the center, high above the jade
cross.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
A diminutive, white-robed templar sits at a semi-circular desk.
The diminutive, white-robed templar stops using her sturdy steel key.
The diminutive, white-robed templar unlocks the door with a sturdy steel key.
The diminutive, white-robed templar opens the door.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks south.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk south.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
Feeling yourself bawk, you think:
"Nononono, do not want."
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks east.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk east.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks east.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk east.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks east.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk east.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks east.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk east.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks east.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk east.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar sends up a call to the wall to open the gates.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar opens the gate.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks west.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk west.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks west.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk west.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
Stepping aside quickly, the fiery-haired, flat-nosed man says, in sirihish:
"Opening on behalf of an Officer of the Academy."
The fiery-haired, flat-nosed man stops using his slender ruby-red stone key.
The fiery-haired, flat-nosed man unlocks the door with a slender ruby-red stone key.
The fiery-haired, flat-nosed man opens the door.
The fiery-haired, flat-nosed man fastens his slender ruby-red stone key around his wrist.
The fiery-haired, flat-nosed man nods at the rugged, stubble-bearded templar.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
A simple obsidian altar, trimmed in jade, rests here upon the floor.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar paces back and forth, head bowed.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar stalks over to a jade and obsidian altar and drops down to his knees, letting out a frustrated growl.
The blind, wine-haired female stumbles down into a corner of the room, furthest away from the rugged, stubble-bearded templar and a jade and obsidian altar.
With a growl, smashing a fist into the floor, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar exclaims, in sirihish:
"I can't HANDLE this!"
Sliding down the wall, sightless eyes huge, you sit down.
Your new ldesc is:
The blind, wine-haired female huddles in the corner here
A -crack- sounding from wood and stone as he smashes his fist to the floor again, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"SURROUNDED by fucking incompetence on every side."
You feel disoriented and frightened by the waves of rage in his voice.
You feel an insane babble of voices tumbling, deafening, through your head.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar clenches his hands into fists, teeth grit hard in frustration.
As if a mirror to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar's emotions, the blind, wine-haired female's teeth also clench.
You feel completely baffled as to why you're sad, why you're angry.
A dark resolve in his voice, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"If Weringa can't be trusted, I have to kill him."
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"I'll cut out the rot in this order myself."
Facing the altar, features stony, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"I have no other choice."
You feel a shiver run down your spine.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar looks over his shoulder at you.
A frozen expression on her face, the blind, wine-haired female rubs moisture from one cheek with dusty fingers, leaving a smudge against her pale skin.
Speaking to the ground at her bare feet, you whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"It will make him laugh."
Exhaling a hissing breath, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Who?"
You whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"Gin."
Still kneeling, peering at you in your corner, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar asks you, in sirihish:
"Why?"
Flinching further back, you whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"I don't know. I don't know. Laughter's the best poison."
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Stay away from him until we do this. I will leave nothing to chance."
You feel unhappy.
The blind, wine-haired female manages a tiny nod.
You think:
"No...no no no."
You think:
"This will lead to nothing good."
You think:
"Kicking out bricks."
You feel nervous and apprehensive.
You feel like an animal getting dragged to a bath.
Turning back to the altar, bowing his head, tone reverent, if tinged slightly with desperation, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"Highlord Tektolnes, I pray you favor my actions."
The blind, wine-haired female lifts a shaking hand to her white face, fingers lacing into her hair.
The blind, wine-haired female crouches on the balls of her feet, ankle jingling slightly in the quiet as she shifts her position.
You think:
"Why is he so? Why...why doesn't he say...why does he do this?"
Breaking the silence, facing away from you, rugged, stubble-bearded templar asks, in sirihish:
"Do you have the poison?"
Barely breathing out her response, you whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"Yes."
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar stands up.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar sighs, pushing up from the altar.
Scrambling to her feet with a jingle of bells and a hiss of silk, you stand up.
The blind, wine-haired female keeps her back to the corner, fingers clenching and unclenching at her sides.
Quietly, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar asks you, in sirihish:
"What should I do?"
Uncertainty thick in her tone, you say to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"You ask me for council?"
With a weak, helpless, mirthless smile, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"Seems like yer the only person I can trust."
Shoulders hunching, you whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"I'm just a slave."
You feel your mind yanked back to the present, ignoring the noises in your head which grate back and forth like the edges of a serrated knife.
Stepping closer to you, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"You know you're more than that to me."
Plaintively, lifting both hands towards him, you say to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, in sirihish:
"I'm not...truly, I don't know, please, I only want your happiness."
One side of his mouth crooking up, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says, in sirihish:
"Almost a foreign concept to me lately."
The blind, wine-haired female's lips move soundlessly, folding her fingers in on themselves to stop their trembling.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar sighs, deflating, opening his arms to you for an embrace.
Pulling you close, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar whispers to you, in sirihish:
"Saya, tell me."
Stepping forward into his arms, you whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"Weringa meets with the Warlord now."
Blue gaze narrowing as he stares at the opposite wall, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar asks, in sirihish:
"Are you..?"
The blind, wine-haired female nods vacantly, cheek resting against the rugged, stubble-bearded templar's chest.
With a grunt, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar whispers to you, in sirihish:
"Then tell me."
You whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"He hasn't arrived yet."
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar purses his lips, chin resting on the top of your head.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar whispers to you, in sirihish:
"Could you follow him? Hidden? And listen?"
You feel sick at the prospect.
You whisper to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar in sirihish:
"He's in the Academy."
Taking your arm, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar whispers to you, in sirihish:
"Let's go."
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks south.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk south.
A Narrow Entryway [NES]
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks south.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk south.
A Sitting Room [NE Save]
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
A Narrow Entryway [NES]
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar gets his night-black, sheer silk blindfold from his dusty oversized black backpack.
Turning you towards the door, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar says to you, in sirihish:
"Stay close. Stay out of sight."
Tieing it over your eyes, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar gives you his night-black, sheer silk blindfold.
Bowing her head, you fasten your night-black, sheer silk blindfold across your face, a whimper briefly escaping her lips.
You feel dizzy.
You feel tears threatening to come.
Tugging your hood over your hair, the rugged, stubble-bearded templar whispers to you, in sirihish:
"You can do this. And you need to."
Nearly inaudible, the female wearing a night-black, sheer silk blindfold pants for air through dry, dry lips.
You raise the hood of a hooded, loose black silk greatcloak.
You are using:
Stooping to her ankle, you stop using your belled leather loop.
Standing, and turning to press it into his hand, you give your belled leather loop to the rugged, stubble-bearded templar.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar gives your shoulder a quick squeeze.
You search for a good place to hide.
You attempt to hide yourself.
You now follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar unlocks the door with a worn bronze key.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar opens the door.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks east.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk east.
A Well-Lit Stairwell [EWUD]
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar closes the door.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar locks the door with a worn bronze key.
You start trying to listen.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks down.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk down.
A Well-Lit Stairwell [EWUD]
Fixed securely to the walls, small oil lamps keep this hallway well lit
despite the fact that there are no windows. The walls of this hallway are
lined with doors, and where they are not, small ornaments hang, mostly
sigils from one of the various noble houses of Allanak. A set of stairs
lead down towards the main entryway of this building, as well as lead
further up into the building's interior.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks down.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk down.
Stonework Building [SU]
This small stonework building is simple in design and function. Set
into the stonework of the meticulously kept northern wall is a large jade
cross on an obsidian field. A large, oval rug sprawls out in the center of
the floor. A sturdy door in the south wall provides the only other entrance
to this building. A large, semi-circular desk rests beneath the jade cross
on the northern wall. A split staircase ascends up from this foyer on both
the eastern and western walls, meeting at the center, high above the jade
cross.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar is standing here.
A diminutive, white-robed templar sits at a semi-circular desk.
The diminutive, white-robed templar stops using her sturdy steel key.
The diminutive, white-robed templar unlocks the door with a sturdy steel key.
The diminutive, white-robed templar opens the door.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks south.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk south.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
Feeling yourself bawk, you think:
"Nononono, do not want."
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks east.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk east.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks east.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk east.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks east.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk east.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks east.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk east.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks east.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk east.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar sends up a call to the wall to open the gates.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar opens the gate.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks west.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk west.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks west.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk west.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.
Terrible, biting sand whips around you.
You can't see a thing; sand swirls about you!
Stepping aside quickly, the fiery-haired, flat-nosed man says, in sirihish:
"Opening on behalf of an Officer of the Academy."
The fiery-haired, flat-nosed man stops using his slender ruby-red stone key.
The fiery-haired, flat-nosed man unlocks the door with a slender ruby-red stone key.
The fiery-haired, flat-nosed man opens the door.
The fiery-haired, flat-nosed man fastens his slender ruby-red stone key around his wrist.
The fiery-haired, flat-nosed man nods at the rugged, stubble-bearded templar.
The rugged, stubble-bearded templar walks north.
You follow the rugged, stubble-bearded templar, and walk north.