Original Submissions by Cutthroat of type 'Logs'

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  Hitting the Soft Spots
  Added on Feb 11, 2009

  One soldier + one fresh body + one halfsword + one codpiece = one self-training session in the dealing of death.

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  You are Lucien, of many people. (type 'tribes' to see your tribes).
  Keywords: athletic dusky man Lucky
  Sdesc: the athletic, dusky man
  Objective: Work as a Private in the Allanaki militia.
  Long Description:
  Code Generated Long Description.
  You are 27 years, 0 months, and 71 days old,
  which by your race and appearance is adult.
  You are 69 inches tall, and weigh 7 ten-stone.
  Your strength is average, your agility is extremely good,
  your wisdom is extremely good, and your endurance is below average.
  You are neither hungry nor thirsty.
  Your health is 89(89), you have 67(120) stamina, and 87(87) stun.
  You have been playing for 17 days and 11 hours.
  You are standing.
  You are currently speaking sirihish with a southern accent.
  
  Your encumbrance is light.
  You are:
  Recruit of the Allanaki Militia Recruits, jobs:
  Private / Archer / Soldier / Black Soldier / Clerk / Praetorian Guard of the Arm of the Dragon, jobs:
  Relationship to the land is neutral.
  You are currently speaking sirihish with a southern accent.
  Your mood is neutral.
  You are standing.
  You are accepting all saves (nosave off).
  You are being merciful.
  You aren't watching anything in particular.
  
  This adult human male stands slightly above four and a half cords tall. His lean, limber legs with large feet contribute much to his height. His torso is narrow at the bottom but widens around the shoulders. His long, sinewy arms are packed with well-built muscle. His hands are large, and each have long, slender fingers sprouting from them. His dark brown skin stretches over his well-formed musculature. His rounded face and thin neck are covered by a full dark beard. His thin, chapped lips are surrounded by his facial hair, and his pronounced Adam's apple is partially covered by it. His nose is large but flat, resting between two dark brown eyes. Two thick black eyebrows hang over his eyes, with hair growing between them. The hair on the top of his head is as dark as onyx and hangs naturally at his head's back and sides, messily cut at his shoulders. Two round ears partially poke out of his hair from either side of his head.
  The figure in a black, hooded militia dustcloak is in excellent condition.
  
  <worn on head> a simple black helm
  <worn around neck> an inky-black leather collar
  <slung across back> a blackened slim bone rapier
  <worn across back> a jade-emblazoned, hoplite shield
  <worn on left shoulder> a black sandcloth sash
  <worn on arms> a pair of inky-black leather sleeves
  <worn around wrist> an inky-black leather bracer
  <worn around wrist> an inky-black leather bracer
  <worn on hands> a pair of inky-black leather gloves
  <worn on forearms> a leather and chitin strap-sheath
  <worn around body> a black, hooded militia dustcloak
  <worn on legs> a pair of inky-black leather leggings
  <worn on right ankle> a black sandcloth bandana
  <worn on left ankle> a black sandcloth bandana
  <worn on feet> a pair of knee-high dark leather boots
  
  The figure in a black, hooded militia dustcloak wipes his brow with the back of his hand as he moves to the door of the abandoned hovel.
  
  You lower the hood of a black, hooded militia dustcloak.
  
  You drop the body of the grey-eyed human.
  
  You arrange the body of the grey-eyed human. Shown to the room as:
  The body of the grey-eyed human is lying on the floor here.
  
  A Small Empty Room [N Quit]
  The stone walls of this room have been painted a dull white which has already begun to peel and crack from the heat of the sun to reveal grey stone underneath it. There is a small wooden door to the north, which appears to be the only exit.
  The body of the grey-eyed human is lying on the floor here.
  
  Leaning against the wall, you sit down and rest your tired bones, sliding down slowly.
  
  You think:
       "Dragging that body along with Trea was hard work."
  
  You are using:
  <worn on head> a simple black helm
  <worn around neck> an inky-black leather collar
  <slung across back> a blackened slim bone rapier
  <worn across back> a jade-emblazoned, hoplite shield
  <worn on torso> an inky-black leather vest
  <worn on left shoulder> a black sandcloth sash
  <worn on arms> a pair of inky-black leather sleeves
  <worn around wrist> an inky-black leather bracer
  <worn around wrist> an inky-black leather bracer
  <worn on hands> a pair of inky-black leather gloves
  <worn on forearms> a leather and chitin strap-sheath
  <worn as belt> a leather swordbelt
  <hung from belt> a blackened serrated bone halfsword
  <hung from belt> a blackened serrated bone halfsword
  <worn around body> a black, hooded militia dustcloak
  <worn about waist> a tough, grey chitin codpiece
  <worn on legs> a pair of inky-black leather leggings
  <worn on right ankle> a black sandcloth bandana
  <worn on left ankle> a black sandcloth bandana
  <worn on feet> a pair of knee-high dark leather boots
  
  It is dusk on Yochem, the 7th day of the Descending Sun,
  In the Year of Silt's Agitation, year 42 of the 21st Age.
  
  In a leather swordbelt (used) :
  some dried kalan chips
  a pile of allanaki coins
  a leather ticket
  a red rose
  a dusty purple glow-crystal
  a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap
  
  The athletic, dusky man reaches behind your black, hooded militia dustcloak.
  
  You get your thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap from your leather swordbelt.
  It is very light.
  
  You are carrying:
  a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap
  a half eaten kalan fruit
  a partially eaten kalan fruit
  
  You think:
       "I'm gonna get blood splattered on me, and smells coming at me like they were trying to kill me."
  
  Strapping it on, you fasten your thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap across your face, tying a strap behind his head.
  
  You think:
       "Because, today... I am going to be tearing this body apart like it was a real, living thing."
  
  You stop resting, and stand up.
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap frowns faintly as he walks along the perimeter of the room, running his hand along the wall.
  
  You think:
       "I gotta find something to prop this poor bastard on."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap smiles as his gloved hand runs into a small bone hook on the wall, close to the ceiling.
  
  You are carrying:
  a half eaten kalan fruit
  a partially eaten kalan fruit
  
  You think:
       "Great. I can hook this guy up onto that, but I need something sturdy to hold him in place."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap grins a bit as he reaches under your black, hooded militia dustcloak, towards his leggings.
  
  You think:
       "I got an idea..."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap grunts as he reaches for his crotch, loosening something.
  
  You stop using your tough, grey chitin codpiece.
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap pulls your tough, grey chitin codpiece out from under your pair of inky-black leather leggings.
  
  l codpiece
  Tough grey chitin, flexible yet tough, has been hardened with something, and been molded into a crotch piece to protect the jewels of men. It has a leather cord looped through about ten drilled holes so that it can be tied about the waist and pulled up through the legs.
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap pulls on your tough, grey chitin codpiece's leather cord to test its tension, then walks up to the body of the grey-eyed human.
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap hefts up the body of the grey-eyed human by the shoulder, and slings your tough, grey chitin codpiece around the body of the grey-eyed human's neck.
  
  You think:
       "Now, if I do that..."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap grunts as he pulls up on the body of the grey-eyed human, and drags him toward the hook on the wall.
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap hefts up the body of the grey-eyed human, and allows it to hang on the hook by your tough, grey chitin codpiece's straps.
  
  You arrange the body of the grey-eyed human. Shown to the room as:
  The body of the grey-eyed human is hanging from a hook on the wall, by a codpiece with leather straps.
  
  A Small Empty Room [N Quit]
  The stone walls of this room have been painted a dull white which has already begun to peel and crack from the heat of the sun to reveal grey stone underneath it. There is a small wooden door to the north, which appears to be the only exit.
  The body of the grey-eyed human is hanging from a hook on the wall, by a codpiece with leather straps.
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap steps away from the body of the grey-eyed human, towards the door, and reaches under your black, hooded militia dustcloak.
  
  You draw a blackened serrated bone halfsword.
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap walks up to the body of the grey-eyed human, and moves it around to make sure that its back is facing towards the wall.
  
  You think:
       "Good. Now it's hanging out there."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap steps backwards towards the door, eyeing the body of the grey-eyed human carefully.
  
  You think:
       "Great. It looks steady, and I shouldn't have any trouble with it now."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap walks up to the body of the grey-eyed human slowly, your blackened serrated bone halfsword held down at his side.
  
  You think:
       "Approaching from the front, act like nothing's wrong."
  
  You think:
       "Then..."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap suddenly raises your blackened serrated bone halfsword and jabs directly for the body of the grey-eyed human's throat.
  
  Some darkening blood starts to sputter as the male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap plunges your blackened serrated bone halfsword's cord-long blade through the body of the grey-eyed human's throat.
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap grins broadly as he twists your blackened serrated bone halfsword, causing a circular gash to form in the body of the grey-eyed human's dead, fleshy neck.
  
  You think:
       "Yeah... that's how it's done."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap pulls your blackened serrated bone halfsword back, and steps away slowly, towards the door.
  
  You think:
       "Good. Now usually smart people wear a nice, thick gorget to protect their necks. Rarely does anyone protect the armpit, and that is a very weak spot."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap raises your blackened serrated bone halfsword up to his eye level, looking down the blade towards the body of the grey-eyed human's shoulder.
  
  You think:
       "It's tricky getting there. I'm bound to miss if I rush this."
  
  You think:
       "But, let's try it anyhow."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap takes a few long running steps towards the body of the grey-eyed human, your blackened serrated bone halfsword held out and ready to strike.
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap presses your blackened serrated bone halfsword directly into the body of the grey-eyed human's shoulder, then the features behind his mask seem to curl into a dissatisfied grimace.
  
  You think:
       "As I expected."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap pulls your blackened serrated bone halfsword out of the body of the grey-eyed human's shoulder, and he steps backwards towards the door.
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap holds your blackened serrated bone halfsword behind his back as he walks slowly towards the body of the grey-eyed human.
  
  You think:
       "Again, slow on the approach..."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap pulls your blackened serrated bone halfsword out from behind him, holding it out to his side as he thrusts your blackened serrated bone halfsword in a curving path towards the body of the grey-eyed human's underarm.
  
  You think:
       "Be quick on the draw, then..."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap plunges your blackened serrated bone halfsword straight into the body of the grey-eyed human's right underarm, then twists it around, the serrated edges causing a gash to form.
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap frowns as the body starts to shake, and the hook snaps, causing the body of the grey-eyed human and your tough, grey chitin codpiece to fall to the floor.
  
  You arrange the body of the grey-eyed human. Shown to the room as:
  The body of the grey-eyed human is slumped to the floor, a codpiece strapped around his neck.
  
  A Small Empty Room [N Quit]
  The stone walls of this room have been painted a dull white which has already begun to peel and crack from the heat of the sun to reveal grey stone underneath it. There is a small wooden door to the north, which appears to be the only exit.
  The body of the grey-eyed human is slumped to the floor, a codpiece strapped around his neck.
  
  Walking to the body of the grey-eyed human, you say, in sirihish:
       "Well, this is a sight indeed."
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap reaches for the body of the grey-eyed human's neck, pulling off your tough, grey chitin codpiece.
  
  You arrange the body of the grey-eyed human. Shown to the room as:
  The body of the grey-eyed human is slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall.
  
  A Small Empty Room [N Quit]
  The stone walls of this room have been painted a dull white which has already begun to peel and crack from the heat of the sun to reveal grey stone underneath it. There is a small wooden door to the north, which appears to be the only exit.
  The body of the grey-eyed human is slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall.
  
  The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap flips your tough, grey chitin codpiece around as he turns for the door, tucking away your blackened serrated bone halfsword.
  
  You sheathe a blackened serrated bone halfsword.
  
  You think:
       "That's all for today."

  You are Lucien, of many people. (type 'tribes' to see your tribes).
  Keywords: athletic dusky man Lucky
  Sdesc: the athletic, dusky man
  Objective: Work as a Private in the Allanaki militia.
  Long Description:
  Code Generated Long Description.
  You are 27 years, 0 months, and 71 days old,
  which by...
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