Original Submissions by BuNutzCola

Hunger
Added on Nov 23, 2010

Senior Agent Markua Kadius is standing in front of a mirror in his apartment. A curse has left him craving for raw meats, amongst a host of other psychological and physical problems, culminating here.

*Mark's standing in front of the mirror in his room, having just undressed*

The gaunt, henna-maned man runs the fingers of his left hand along his right arm, lips pursed deeply.

The middle-aged figure before you rises nearly four and a half cords
in height, his spindly frame sporting little musculature. His body is well
proportioned, broad shoulders and evenly toned arms ending a slender left
hand, the fingers calloused and slightly dirtied. His right arm ends in a
cleanly severed stub, dark, jagged lines extending to the forearm. A wild
mass of tangled, henna-toned curls falls to his lower back, some grey
beginning to manifest about his temples. His skin is weathered and tanned
from exposure to Suk-krath, olive in complexion and marred by numerous small,
slash-mark scars. When his lips part, clean whites are exposed, the canines
protruding almost imperceptibly. His gaunt features are otherwise well-
defined: a thin jawline resting beneath darkly-stained lips, and high
cheekbones surmount a stubbled face. Beneath thin brows rest hazel eyes,
deeply set and slightly ovoid. Overall his appearance would depict an
otherwise handsome figure, though obviously aesthetics are not first priority
for this individual.
The gaunt, henna-maned man is in excellent condition.

Health: 99/99, Mana: 6/109, Stun: 88/92, Stamina:110/114, Speed:walking, (standing) (unarmed)

You think:
"Krath Mark, you're gettin' on in time."

You think:
"Y'look like shit, y'know."

The gaunt, henna-maned man shifts his pose in front of a polished obsidian mirror, a sour expression his features.

You think:
"Maybe if you ate more you'd fill out"

You think:
"Only time y'eat now is when the cravings come."

You think:
"How long's it been since y'dick was hard?"

The gaunt, henna-maned man glances down at his package, frowning deeply.

You think:
"Fuck...the last time I remember fucking..."

You think:
"Had t'be..."

You think:
"Hmm.."

You think:
"...man I only remember almost gettin' with Zaea that once, an' Bleys fuckin' essence'er whatever was watchin' over us."

You think:
"So couldn'a been then."

You think:
"Oh..s'pose maybe that lovely handjob in the MIDDLE OF A FREAKIN' SANDSTORM might count."

You think:
"Fuck I was chaffed for weeks."

The smell of rich, pure earth and freshly growing moss clings to his skin.

You are starving.
Your health worsens from lack of food.
You are a little thirsty.

The gaunt, henna-maned man lowers his nostrils to his arm, inhaling deeply.

You think:
"I love that fucking smell."

You think:
"If I lose it..."

You think:
"If I could smell nothing?"

You think:
"Already what..taste...touch..it's all gone."

A Forest Green Apartment [S Quit Save]
Every textile in this room is dyed in varying scales of forest green.
The walls are covered with thick green weaves that have been embroidered to
depict forest scenery with trees, hunters, halflings and other elements
known from the Grey Forest up north. The only other color present in the
chamber is the dark maroon of baobab wood, as the ceiling and all furniture
is crafted from that expensive material. Baobab bars protect the northern
and western windows from possible intruders, and a thick, gwoshi-wool carpet
of dark green covers the floor.
A bone-sided obsidian-handled chest sits here.
Hung above the bed, an unlit glass-sided purple lantern reflects a dim violet glow.
Seemingly growing out of the floor, a long-stemmed, basalt mushroom rises here.
Stacked with food, a large, silvery pymlithe tray rests near the doorway here.
Lying at the foot of the bed, a plain baobab chest rests here.
Resting on the nightstand, a polished marble jewelry box glints in the available light.
Reflecting darkly, a polished obsidian mirror is hung on the back of the southern door.
Set against the northern wall, a sturdy agafari dresser rests here.
Some carved shelves of fitted agafari hardwood stand here.
A compact baobab wardrobe is here , pushed against the northern wall.
Set beneath the expansive windows, a heavy baobab desk rests here.
Silken coverlets draping, a heavy baobab bed rests against the eastern wall.

You think:
"Wish I had some spice."

You suffer from use of the Way.

You think:
"There's some down in the runner..but I'd have to get dressed."

You think:
"And it's been so long since I was really naked."

The gaunt, henna-maned man reaches a hand down, idly fondling himself.

You suffer from use of the Way.

You think:
"Feh..nothing."

You feel annoyed as you try to envision various naked women, but feel no arousal.

You are starving.
Your health worsens from lack of food.
You are a little thirsty.

You think:
"Could jus' cut the fucker off and not notice a thing., c'ept it'd be weird when time comes t'be ipissing."

You feel curious enough that you start to envision naked men.

Feeling even more annoyed, you think:
"Nope, s'not that."

The gaunt, henna-maned man looses a deep sigh, resting his forehead against a polished obsidian mirror.

You think:
"Hmm.."

The gaunt, henna-maned man purses his lips, looking about the room.

You suffer from use of the Way.

The top of this desk has a smooth, clear surface that lacks any
adornments, but that fact is considerably outweighed by the intricate,
elegant carvings on the legs and borders of the desk. The side of the small
drawer under the surface- board of the desk is also carved in fine-lined,
swirling patterns, with a small knob that has been carved to look like an
erdlu's head. The dark maroon baobab hardwood seems to be of a fine
quality, polished smooth and glossy.
A couple of heavy baobab chairs are drawn up to it.
There is one space at it.

On a heavy baobab desk (here) :
a green and pink striped bloom
a four-petaled ishra flower

Plush pillows lie on top of the thick silken bedspread covering this
wide, sizeable bed. A broad and high-set headboard resides at its upper
end, carved with a few simple, but elegant lines that follow the wave-like
shape of the board. Thick, rounded legs taper down to sturdy feet, carved
to resemble the clawed feet of a mekillot. The dark maroon baobab hardwood
seems to be of a fine quality, polished smooth and glossy.
On a heavy baobab bed (here) :
a stained black vestric-quill pen
a small leather pouch
a stained silvery woven, black silk wrap
a pair of brushed, sienna-hued knee pants
a soft, amber-tasseled suede quiver
a couple of amber-edged, sienna leather bracers
a maar hand-crossbow
an emblazoned purple patch
a set of leaf-patterned, tembo-hide sleeves
a leaf-patterned, tembo-hide vest
a black silk shoulder bag
a tight-fitting, black leather beret
a clawed bone scimitar
a ruby-studded crystal shortsword
a broad, obsidian-buttoned black silk belt
a pair of ebony-dyed, gwoshi-hide boots
a hooded, moss-green and ivory leather overcoat
an ivory-buttoned, black silk longvest
a pair of billowy, white silk pants
a pair of voluminous, ivory silk sleeves
an ornate black silk choker
a flowing white gown set with temboeye buttons
a hooded, amber-fringed leather shoulder cape
a green-tassled hide pillow

Padding over, snatching it up, you get your stained black vestric-quill pen from a heavy baobab bed.
It is very light.

You suffer from use of the Way.

You think:
"Ok lesse.."

In a compact baobab wardrobe (here) :
a stained blue-streaked, purple wrist-sheath
a silvery, blue-trimmed silk sash
a small wooden box
a rugged white shirt
a tightly-woven sash of dark sandcloth
a pair of high, polished black leather boots
a pair of deep blue, purple-trimmed silk trousers
a snug, deep blue silk vest with purple trim
a pair of deep blue, purple-trimmed silk sleeves
a pair of grey sandcloth sleeves
a darkly-stained leather and sandcloth hat
a couple of white and flame-red pouched leather belts
a pouched purple leather belt
a leather-strapped, rich purple satchel
a smooth, black-silk jacket

The gaunt, henna-maned man scratches at his cheek, glancing between your stained black vestric-quill pen and his package.

You suffer from use of the Way.

You think:
"Nothing really adhesive...could hold it up maybe."

Grunting as he tosses it aside, you drop your stained black vestric-quill pen.
Shown to the room as:
A stained quill-pen fashioned from a long black vestric feather lies here.
A Forest Green Apartment [S Quit Save]
Every textile in this room is dyed in varying scales of forest green.
The walls are covered with thick green weaves that have been embroidered to
depict forest scenery with trees, hunters, halflings and other elements
known from the Grey Forest up north. The only other color present in the
chamber is the dark maroon of baobab wood, as the ceiling and all furniture
is crafted from that expensive material. Baobab bars protect the northern
and western windows from possible intruders, and a thick, gwoshi-wool carpet
of dark green covers the floor.
A stained quill-pen fashioned from a long black vestric feather lies here.
A bone-sided obsidian-handled chest sits here.
Hung above the bed, an unlit glass-sided purple lantern reflects a dim violet glow.
Seemingly growing out of the floor, a long-stemmed, basalt mushroom rises here.
Stacked with food, a large, silvery pymlithe tray rests near the doorway here.
Lying at the foot of the bed, a plain baobab chest rests here.
Resting on the nightstand, a polished marble jewelry box glints in the available light.
Reflecting darkly, a polished obsidian mirror is hung on the back of the southern door.
Set against the northern wall, a sturdy agafari dresser rests here.
Some carved shelves of fitted agafari hardwood stand here.
A compact baobab wardrobe is here , pushed against the northern wall.
Set beneath the expansive windows, a heavy baobab desk rests here.
Silken coverlets draping, a heavy baobab bed rests against the eastern wall.

The gaunt, henna-maned man paces about the room in the buff, rubbing the back of his neck, massaging the muscles.

You think:
"..Why do I even bother scratching..just out've habit? S'not like it ever helps anything."

You think:
"Don't truly get tired, 'er hungry...sure the craving..but s'much of it is just habit, s'pose."

You feel stressed .

Snatching the silken length, you get your stained silvery woven, black silk wrap from a heavy baobab bed.
It is very light, and more than half full.

Unfurling the blade, you get your ivory-hilted, obsidian-bladed dirk from your stained silvery woven, black silk wrap.
It is very light.

Tossing the limp cloth back onto the mattress, you put your stained silvery woven, black silk wrap onto a heavy baobab bed.

Wrapping his fingers about the hilt as he moves over to a polished obsidian mirror, you brandish your ivory-hilted, obsidian-bladed dirk.

You think:
"Can't fucking eat now, no fucking meat."

You think:
"Need somethin' to take the edge off though."

The gaunt, henna-maned man gazes at himself in the mirror, baring his teeth as he draws the edge of your ivory-hilted, obsidian-bladed dirk in a curving gash along his right bicep, a thin line of ruddy brownish blood trickling from the wound.

You feel a numbness creep along your right bicep.

You feel your craving for meat only intensify at the sight of your own blood.

Feeling frustrated, you think:
"Fuck! S'posed to help! Not make it worse."

A Forest Green Apartment [S Quit Save]
Every textile in this room is dyed in varying scales of forest green.
The walls are covered with thick green weaves that have been embroidered to
depict forest scenery with trees, hunters, halflings and other elements
known from the Grey Forest up north. The only other color present in the
chamber is the dark maroon of baobab wood, as the ceiling and all furniture
is crafted from that expensive material. Baobab bars protect the northern
and western windows from possible intruders, and a thick, gwoshi-wool carpet
of dark green covers the floor.
A stained quill-pen fashioned from a long black vestric feather lies here.
A bone-sided obsidian-handled chest sits here.
Hung above the bed, an unlit glass-sided purple lantern reflects a dim violet glow.
Seemingly growing out of the floor, a long-stemmed, basalt mushroom rises here.
Stacked with food, a large, silvery pymlithe tray rests near the doorway here.
Lying at the foot of the bed, a plain baobab chest rests here.
Resting on the nightstand, a polished marble jewelry box glints in the available light.
Reflecting darkly, a polished obsidian mirror is hung on the back of the southern door.
Set against the northern wall, a sturdy agafari dresser rests here.
Some carved shelves of fitted agafari hardwood stand here.
A compact baobab wardrobe is here , pushed against the northern wall.
Set beneath the expansive windows, a heavy baobab desk rests here.
Silken coverlets draping, a heavy baobab bed rests against the eastern wall.

an etched, amethyst key-ring

Throwing it away as he looses a frustrated yell, you drop your ivory-hilted, obsidian-bladed dirk.
Shown to the room as:
A finely crafted dirk lies here, its obsidian blade set in an ivory hilt.
The gaunt, henna-maned man grumbles to himself, pacing about the room, blood trickling down his right arm.

You think:
"Makes me wish I kept a pet..."

The gaunt, henna-maned man licks his lips, looking about the room with a rather crazed expression.

A Forest Green Apartment [S Quit Save]
Every textile in this room is dyed in varying scales of forest green.
The walls are covered with thick green weaves that have been embroidered to
depict forest scenery with trees, hunters, halflings and other elements
known from the Grey Forest up north. The only other color present in the
chamber is the dark maroon of baobab wood, as the ceiling and all furniture
is crafted from that expensive material. Baobab bars protect the northern
and western windows from possible intruders, and a thick, gwoshi-wool carpet
of dark green covers the floor.
A finely crafted dirk lies here, its obsidian blade set in an ivory hilt.
A stained quill-pen fashioned from a long black vestric feather lies here.
A bone-sided obsidian-handled chest sits here.
Hung above the bed, an unlit glass-sided purple lantern reflects a dim violet glow.
Seemingly growing out of the floor, a long-stemmed, basalt mushroom rises here.
Stacked with food, a large, silvery pymlithe tray rests near the doorway here.
Lying at the foot of the bed, a plain baobab chest rests here.
Resting on the nightstand, a polished marble jewelry box glints in the available light.
Reflecting darkly, a polished obsidian mirror is hung on the back of the southern door.
Set against the northern wall, a sturdy agafari dresser rests here.
Some carved shelves of fitted agafari hardwood stand here.
A compact baobab wardrobe is here , pushed against the northern wall.
Set beneath the expansive windows, a heavy baobab desk rests here.
Silken coverlets draping, a heavy baobab bed rests against the eastern wall.

You think:
"...Might be rats in this ol' mansion, if only a few."

A Forest Green Apartment [S Quit Save]
Every textile in this room is dyed in varying scales of forest green.
The walls are covered with thick green weaves that have been embroidered to
depict forest scenery with trees, hunters, halflings and other elements
known from the Grey Forest up north. The only other color present in the
chamber is the dark maroon of baobab wood, as the ceiling and all furniture
is crafted from that expensive material. Baobab bars protect the northern
and western windows from possible intruders, and a thick, gwoshi-wool carpet
of dark green covers the floor.
A finely crafted dirk lies here, its obsidian blade set in an ivory hilt.
A stained quill-pen fashioned from a long black vestric feather lies here.
A bone-sided obsidian-handled chest sits here.
Hung above the bed, an unlit glass-sided purple lantern reflects a dim violet glow.
Seemingly growing out of the floor, a long-stemmed, basalt mushroom rises here.
Stacked with food, a large, silvery pymlithe tray rests near the doorway here.
Lying at the foot of the bed, a plain baobab chest rests here.
Resting on the nightstand, a polished marble jewelry box glints in the available light.
Reflecting darkly, a polished obsidian mirror is hung on the back of the southern door.
Set against the northern wall, a sturdy agafari dresser rests here.
Some carved shelves of fitted agafari hardwood stand here.
A compact baobab wardrobe is here , pushed against the northern wall.
Set beneath the expansive windows, a heavy baobab desk rests here.
Silken coverlets draping, a heavy baobab bed rests against the eastern wall.

Snatching it up with a wide grin, you pick up an ivory-hilted, obsidian-bladed dirk.
It is very light.

The gaunt, henna-maned man heads to the doorway.

A Short Hallway [NEW Save]
Thick, deep blue raw silk draperies cover the entire walls of this
short hallway. Doors lead in all directions but south, all crafted from a
polished, high-gloss baobab wood. A thick deep blue carpet made of soft
velvet has left no piece of the floor uncovered, and in the low ceiling,
lines of all shades of purple swirl their way across a blue foundation. In
the southern wall sits a tall window, its glass seems thick, though not more
so than to let in a trace of moonlight from the outside, and is protected
from intruders by several sturdy wooden cross-bars.

Wrapping his fingers about the hilt, you brandish your ivory-hilted, obsidian-bladed dirk.

You are starving.
Your health worsens from lack of food.
You are a little thirsty.

Gazing down the hall, his chest heaving in excitement, you look east.
A door to the east leads to a Cramped, Silk-draped Office.
The door is open.
[Near]
Nothing.

You think:
"We'll check Jubs' old room, no one's been in there in ages."

Ok.

A Red, Velvet-walled Chamber [E Save]
Soft, plush red velvet drapes over the walls, floor and ceiling of
this elegant chamber. A scent of sweet incense lingers in the air, and
several candle-lit lanterns have been affixed to the walls to spread a dim
light in the room. Footsteps are quiet over the velvety floor, and thin
black swirling lines have been woven into the textile. To the east, a low
door of crimson-painted wood opens to the hallway, and small glass-covered
windows sit in the southern and northern walls. To the west, a larger
window opens, displaying a crimson and transparent mosaic, and with a deep
windowseat resting beneath it.
Here near the western wall, a heavy baobab bed is under some windows overlooking the wagonyard.
A heavy desk of black-stained baobab has been planted here firmly.
A compact, octagonal baobab wardrobe has been deposited here.

The gaunt, henna-maned man lingers near the doorway a moment, before leaping in the room, landing spread-feet, gaze sweeping over the dusty, velveted chamber.

Waving your ivory-hilted, obsidian-bladed dirk about in a shallow motion, you say, in cavilish:
"Heeere mousy mousy."

You suffer from use of the Way.

The gaunt, henna-maned man strains his neck, head tilting to the side as he falls silent.

You start trying to listen.

You feel anxious as you listen for the slightest sound of scratching or squeaking.

You start trying to listen.

You think:
"Hmm, might've heard me coming in, will have t'try'n be more quiet about it in the other rooms."

The gaunt, henna-maned man drops down to a knee, sweeping the drapings of a heavy baobab bed aside and peering beneath.

You suffer from use of the Way.

The gaunt, henna-maned man grumbles, slowly rising to his feet, your ivory-hilted, obsidian-bladed dirk clenched in his hand.

You are starving.
Your health worsens from lack of food.
You are a little thirsty.

The gaunt, henna-maned man quietly pads towards the doorway, taking special care in his steps.

You slow down and start moving carefully.

The gaunt, henna-maned man moves quietly down the hall, gaze wandering along the floorboards.

A Cramped, Silk-draped Office [NWUD Save]
Thick, light blue masses of raw silk drape over the walls of this
chamber. Despite the relatively generous size of the office, it gives a
cramped impression due to the surprising amount of furniture and containers
stored here. The light color of the walls serve to add some air to the
chamber despite its crowded state, and a similarly dyed, elaborately woven
gwoshi wool carpet covers most of the polished baobab floor. A trapdoor
sits discreetly under a cut-out flap of the carpet in the southeastern
corner, and just above it, a narrow staircase leads upwards. Above the door
that leads to a short corridor west hangs a remarkably finely crafted
embroidery about three inches wide and half as high, depicting the Kadian
emblem: a blue gemstone on a purple field. Another door sits between two
high shelves, leading through the northern wall.
A distinguished baobab desk with carved facets stands here.

The gaunt, henna-maned man slows as he pads into the office, gaze sweeping over the carpeted floor.

You feel the hunger for meat nearly consuming your every thought.

You think:
"Need..t'fucking...eat something.."

The door is closed.

The gaunt, henna-maned man moves quietly across the office, carefully turning the knob on the northern door.

It seems to be locked.

an etched, amethyst key-ring

You are carrying:
1851 obsidian pieces
an etched, amethyst key-ring

A Short Hallway [NEW Save]
Thick, deep blue raw silk draperies cover the entire walls of this
short hallway. Doors lead in all directions but south, all crafted from a
polished, high-gloss baobab wood. A thick deep blue carpet made of soft
velvet has left no piece of the floor uncovered, and in the low ceiling,
lines of all shades of purple swirl their way across a blue foundation. In
the southern wall sits a tall window, its glass seems thick, though not more
so than to let in plenty of sunlight from the outside, and is protected from
intruders by several sturdy wooden cross-bars.

A Forest Green Apartment [S Quit Save]
Every textile in this room is dyed in varying scales of forest green.
The walls are covered with thick green weaves that have been embroidered to
depict forest scenery with trees, hunters, halflings and other elements
known from the Grey Forest up north. The only other color present in the
chamber is the dark maroon of baobab wood, as the ceiling and all furniture
is crafted from that expensive material. Baobab bars protect the northern
and western windows from possible intruders, and a thick, gwoshi-wool carpet
of dark green covers the floor.
A stained quill-pen fashioned from a long black vestric feather lies here.
A bone-sided obsidian-handled chest sits here.
Hung above the bed, an unlit glass-sided purple lantern reflects a dim violet glow.
Seemingly growing out of the floor, a long-stemmed, basalt mushroom rises here.
Stacked with food, a large, silvery pymlithe tray rests near the doorway here.
Lying at the foot of the bed, a plain baobab chest rests here.
Resting on the nightstand, a polished marble jewelry box glints in the available light.
Reflecting darkly, a polished obsidian mirror is hung on the back of the southern door.
Set against the northern wall, a sturdy agafari dresser rests here.
Some carved shelves of fitted agafari hardwood stand here.
A compact baobab wardrobe is here , pushed against the northern wall.
Set beneath the expansive windows, a heavy baobab desk rests here.
Silken coverlets draping, a heavy baobab bed rests against the eastern wall.

Health: 90/80, Mana: 6/109, Stun: 60/60, Stamina:108/108, Speed:sneaking, (standing) (armed)
Cause they were totally not in his inventory, you put your pile of allanaki coins onto a heavy baobab bed.

You suffer from use of the Way.

Neither was this, you put your etched, amethyst key-ring onto a heavy baobab bed.

A Short Hallway [NEW Save]
Thick, deep blue raw silk draperies cover the entire walls of this
short hallway. Doors lead in all directions but south, all crafted from a
polished, high-gloss baobab wood. A thick deep blue carpet made of soft
velvet has left no piece of the floor uncovered, and in the low ceiling,
lines of all shades of purple swirl their way across a blue foundation. In
the southern wall sits a tall window, its glass seems thick, though not more
so than to let in plenty of sunlight from the outside, and is protected from
intruders by several sturdy wooden cross-bars.

Feeling annoyed, you think:
"Damn, locked."

The gaunt, henna-maned man pats himself down, as if looking for something.

You think:
"Hmm..where'd I put my keys?"

You think:
"Eh fuck it, we'll check there later."

The gaunt, henna-maned man moves about the office, gaze sweeping over the floor, until he reaches the corner.

Set into the floor is a trapdoor, covered with a cut-out flap of the
carpet and difficult to discern.
The trapdoor is open.
[Near]
Nothing.

A Velvet-walled Office [NWU Save]
Soft, deep blue velvet drapes over the wooden walls of this elegant
office. A thick, burgundy carpet muffles footsteps and protects the glossy
baobab floor beneath. A set of shelves stands to the eastern wall, and a
desk with one chair behind it, and two before it, rests in convenient
proximity to the shelves. An unusually finely-polished crate has been
placed in the north-eastern corner of the office, and in the opposite side
of the room, a staircase winds its way up to a trapdoor in the ceiling. Two
regular, if low, doors allow departure from the chamber to the north and
west.
A massive, jet-black obsidian-adorned chest sits here.
A red jasper urn sits here.
A winerack, made of carved bone, sits here.
A few large, etched wooden casks are here.
A couple of large blue wine casks are here.
A baobab desk of compact proportions rests here.
A large purple cask, bearing the symbol of House Kadius, rests here.

You are starving.
Your health worsens from lack of food.
You are a little thirsty.

The gaunt, henna-maned man winces and haults every few steps, a groaning *Squeeak* emitting from the floorboards.

Feeling as though there was nothing else, you think:
"Meat meat meat meat meat meat meat."

A Blue-padded, Narrow Hallway [NESWD Save]
Thickly woven wool-carpets of dark blue pad the walls and floor of
this narrow hallway. A sky blue pattern of irregular, surreal lines and
images has been embroidered onto the thick weave in places, and the padding
makes way southwards for two narrow doors of glass mosaic. The doors are
set with a blue and purple pattern of small, diagonally placed square
glass-tiles, half of them colored, and the other half transparent. A
pleasant amount of light spills in through the glass, lifting the cramped
atmosphere of the hallway. Three blue-padded wooden doors rise to the east,
west and north, and the ceiling, the only visible surface not clad in the
dark blue, consists of polished maroon baobab planks. A small wooden
staircase leads downward.

The gaunt, henna-maned man sniffs at the air, gazing about the hallway with a wild look in his eyes.

Health: 70/70, Mana: 6/109, Stun: 49/50, Stamina:107/107, Speed:sneaking, (standing) (armed)
The middle-aged figure before you rises nearly four and a half cords
in height, his spindly frame sporting little musculature. His body is well
proportioned, broad shoulders and evenly toned arms ending a slender left
hand, the fingers calloused and slightly dirtied. His right arm ends in a
cleanly severed stub, dark, jagged lines extending to the forearm. A wild
mass of tangled, henna-toned curls falls to his lower back, some grey
beginning to manifest about his temples. His skin is weathered and tanned
from exposure to Suk-krath, olive in complexion and marred by numerous small,
slash-mark scars. When his lips part, clean whites are exposed, the canines
protruding almost imperceptibly. His gaunt features are otherwise well-
defined: a thin jawline resting beneath darkly-stained lips, and high
cheekbones surmount a stubbled face. Beneath thin brows rest hazel eyes,
deeply set and slightly ovoid. Overall his appearance would depict an
otherwise handsome figure, though obviously aesthetics are not first priority
for this individual.
The gaunt, henna-maned man is in excellent condition.

a blue and purple inked band
a bone charm on a leather cord
a pale tattoo of an angular gem
an angular, crescent shaped scar
a large, blotchy burn scar
a purple ring tattoo
a cleanly severed right hand
an ivory-hilted, obsidian-bladed dirk
several pale, faint looking scars
a lapis lazuli signet ring with an evening stone
)
Through a doors to the south is On a Blue Balcony.
The doors are open.
[Near]
Nothing.

You think:
"Hmmm, THE KITCHEN!"

You think:
"If there were rats anywhere, they'd be there."

Glancing furtively down the stairs, you look down.
Down below is a Purple-walled Lobby.
[Near]
Nothing.

A Purple-walled Lobby [NEWU]
Light purple tapestries cover the walls of this comfortable chamber.
Lavender embroidery trickles over their surface, adding an attractive
shimmer to the soft linen. A low, finely made oval wooden table sits in the
middle of the room, with six armchairs surrounding it. On the glossy maroon
surface of the table rests a wooden bowl, and the chairs are luxuriously
wide and padded with deep blue cloth. A dark blue carpet covers most of the
floor here, thickly woven from escru wool with a discreet, swirling purple
pattern in its texture. The soft cover muffles the sound of footsteps from
people moving towards the doorways that rise in the western, eastern, and
northern walls. To the south is a painted glass window, with flowery
patterns of blue, purple and white adorning it. Through the few transparent
spots on the window, the wall of another building is visible, and only a
sparse amount of light spills through the glass. A small baobab staircase
leads upward.
A low table sits here, made of maroon baobab wood.

A slim, maroon baobab door sits in the eastern wall.
The door is closed.

West of here is an Airy Entrance Hall.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
The swarthy, muscular man stands post here.

A baobab-framed, arched doorway leads northwards to a maroon-panelled
dining room.
[Near]
Nothing.

The gaunt, henna-maned man flits his gaze about the lobby, gazing westwards along the hall.

A Baobab-panelled Dining Room [ES]
Smooth, dark maroon panels line the walls, the floor and the ceiling
of this room. The baobab wood has been cut in long, regular planks, their
fine gloss reflecting the light from the lanterns on the walls to create a
warm, dim atmosphere. A rectangular table rises in the center of the
chamber, with eight high-backed chairs standing around it. The table is
made of maroon, oiled baobab similar to the walls, and its surface is etched
with swirling lines along its edges. The chairs match the table, and their
seats are padded with comfortable, deep blue linen pillows. A long,
purple-blue silk tapestry hangs on the northern wall, displaying flowery,
surreal patterns with silver highlights. An arched doorway leads
southwards, while a small door opens to another chamber east of here.
A rectangular table made of baobab wood stands here, its surface etched.

A low, baobab door leads eastwards to the kitchen.
The door is open.
[Near]
The short, blue-haired cook stands here, hurriedly serving up some food.

The gaunt, henna-maned man inhales sharply, moving behind an etched, rectangular baobab table.

A White-bricked Kitchen [W]
Glazed, white ceramic bricks cover the walls of this kitchen. A
brick-oven leans against the eastern wall, with a fire burning under it.
Next to the oven is a large roasting pit with a blackened bone stick sitting
above the hot coal of the pit, meat and fruit hanging from it. The floor is
tiled with blue and white clay bricks placed in a checkered pattern, and
linen towels hang from a set of wooden pegs on the northern wall,
conveniently close to the hot oven. Above the pegs sit an open window that
looks out onto a high wall, separating the Kadian estate from the Salarri
grounds north. A barrel of water has been placed in the northwestern
corner, and opposite it, next to the door, rests a small crate with a few
pieces of garbage and rotten food inside.
The short, blue-haired cook stands here, hurriedly serving up some food.

The gaunt, henna-maned man spies the short, blue-haired cook working over the stove, and carefully moves along the wall .

Crouching behind a wooden water barrel, calling out in a hushed whisper, you say, in cavilish:
"Psst."

Your new ldesc is:
The gaunt, henna-maned man is here, crouched behind a wooden barrel, naked.

Just an intsy bit louder, gripping your ivory-hilted, obsidian-bladed dirk tightly at his side, you ask, in cavilish:
"Pssst, Cirwen! You have any rats?"

You think:
"Hmm...he can't hear me. Don't want to startled him though, might chase away any rats that be hidin'."

The gaunt, henna-maned man lowers himself to his stomach, slanting his gaze along the floor.

Your new ldesc is:
The gaunt, henna-maned man is crawling on his stomach here, naked.

The gaunt, henna-maned man slowly pulls himself along the tiled floor, biting down on your ivory-hilted, obsidian-bladed dirk to hold it in his teeth.

The gaunt, henna-maned man freezes in place as the short, blue-haired cook turns away from stove, moving over to a counter to chop up some fresh vegetables.

You think:
"Shiiiit."

You think:
"Careful Mark!"

A deep, crate-like construction of sandstone makes out this roasting pit.
Inside the crate burns a low fire, the flames licking the sides of the pit
but not reaching all the way up to the stick hanging above it. Hooks sit on
the stick, meant for meat to hang on when being grilled, and a few smaller,
sharp pieces of bone stand out from it, where one is able to pierce fruit
and other goodies needing a turn over the fire. Coal and dried manure make
out the fuel for the fire.
On a large roasting pit (here) :
a couple of grilled scrab steaks
a few grilled chalton steaks

You think:
"Damnit! She must keep a clean House, n'fucking rats anywhere!"

In a small, blue bone crate (here) :
a rotten petoch-fruit
a small mass of bloody guts
a battered piece of scrab shell

The gaunt, henna-maned man tugs himself along the floor, drawing near to a small, blue bone crate.

You think:
"Oh yeah, the fucking jackpot!"

Reaching his arm up over the lip, rummaging about the refuse, you get your small mass of bloody guts from a small, blue bone crate.
It is very light.

Grasping them in a finger, you look at your small mass of bloody guts.
This bloody gore comes from the entrails of an animal. The guts look
distasteful and carry an unpleasant smell. The gore makes up for about a
handful of strings and guts clinging together in a stomach-turning mass.

The gaunt, henna-maned man sniffs at your small mass of bloody guts, glancing to the short, blue-haired cook, who's attention is elsewhere.

The gaunt, henna-maned man grins impishly, carefully crawling across the kitchen back towards the dining room.

The gaunt, henna-maned man pulls himself up onto the carpet, carefully, quietly rising to his feet.

The gaunt, henna-maned man holds your small mass of bloody guts up in a triumphant pose, his wild eyes only adding to the crazed image of his naked self.

You think:
"Meat meat meat meat meat"

You are Markua, Trader/Overseer/First Hunter of the House Kadius.
Keywords: maned henna gaunt man Kadius balls Mark Agent Senior
Sdesc: the gaunt, henna-maned man
Objective: Planning Mal Krian Expedition
Long Description:
Code Generated Long Description.
You are 29 years, 0 months, and 229 days old,
which by your race and appearance is adult.
You are 68 inches tall, and weigh 7 ten-stone.
Your strength is below average, your agility is good,
your wisdom is very good, and your endurance is poor.
You are starving and a little thirsty.
Your health is 70(70), you have 107(107) stamina, and 50(50) stun.

You have been playing for 45 days and 16 hours.
You are standing.
You are currently speaking cavilish with a southern accent.

Your encumbrance is very light.
You are:
Trader/Overseer/First Hunter of the House Kadius, jobs: recruiter | leader | banker |
Relationship to the land is neutral.
You are currently speaking cavilish with a southern accent.
Your mood is neutral.
You are standing.
Your mind is in contact with the short, burn-ravaged woman.
You are refusing saves on: arrest.
You are not being merciful.
You aren't watching anything in particular.

The gaunt, henna-maned man looks about, wiping your small mass of bloody guts over his lips as he stalks towards the stairwell, ascending ever so slowly.

A Short Hallway [NEW Save]
Thick, deep blue raw silk draperies cover the entire walls of this
short hallway. Doors lead in all directions but south, all crafted from a
polished, high-gloss baobab wood. A thick deep blue carpet made of soft
velvet has left no piece of the floor uncovered, and in the low ceiling,
lines of all shades of purple swirl their way across a blue foundation. In
the southern wall sits a tall window, its glass seems thick, though not more
so than to let in plenty of sunlight from the outside, and is protected from
intruders by several sturdy wooden cross-bars.

)
A door to the north leads to a Forest Green Apartment.
The door is open.
[Near]
Nothing.

A Forest Green Apartment [S Quit Save]
Every textile in this room is dyed in varying scales of forest green.
The walls are covered with thick green weaves that have been embroidered to
depict forest scenery with trees, hunters, halflings and other elements
known from the Grey Forest up north. The only other color present in the
chamber is the dark maroon of baobab wood, as the ceiling and all furniture
is crafted from that expensive material. Baobab bars protect the northern
and western windows from possible intruders, and a thick, gwoshi-wool carpet
of dark green covers the floor.
A stained quill-pen fashioned from a long black vestric feather lies here.
A bone-sided obsidian-handled chest sits here.
Hung above the bed, an unlit glass-sided purple lantern reflects a dim violet glow.
Seemingly growing out of the floor, a long-stemmed, basalt mushroom rises here.
Stacked with food, a large, silvery pymlithe tray rests near the doorway here.
Lying at the foot of the bed, a plain baobab chest rests here.
Resting on the nightstand, a polished marble jewelry box glints in the available light.
Reflecting darkly, a polished obsidian mirror is hung on the back of the southern door.
Set against the northern wall, a sturdy agafari dresser rests here.
Some carved shelves of fitted agafari hardwood stand here.
A compact baobab wardrobe is here , pushed against the northern wall.
Set beneath the expansive windows, a heavy baobab desk rests here.
Silken coverlets draping, a heavy baobab bed rests against the eastern wall.

Clenching your small mass of bloody guts in his fist, lifting them up, you exclaim, in cavilish:
"HA! FOOD!"
Summarily sinking his teeth into the bloody mess, ripping away a piece, you eat your small mass of bloody guts.

The gaunt, henna-maned man noisily scarfs the mass down, blood smearing all over his hands, lips, and chin.

The gaunt, henna-maned man's hand, that is.

You feel rather unsatiated, but no where near the desperation you did before.

Feeling much more calmed and collected, you think:
"Need...t'go see Midge..I promised. Plus..she had meat, an' I could fill myself up."

                                                                     
                                                                     
                                             
*Mark's standing in front of the mirror in his room, having just undressed*

The gaunt, henna-maned man runs the...

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Hunger Added on Nov 23, 2010

Hunger
Added on Nov 23, 2010