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  Luir's Outpost Auction & Arena Event [Part 1]
  Added on Nov 15, 2009

  In 2004, there was a Recommended Playing Time to play Armageddon, and the event was an Arena Game and Auction in Luir's Outpost. Agent Oseres Kadius, always a party whereever he goes, shows up for fun and to make some deals with House Kurac. This is a -long- log, and is rather raw, but it shows what sort of things happen during a busy event.

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  >look
  The Higher Tier Stands [E]
     These are the western and more opulant stands of the fighting pit of
  Luir's Outpost, whose black stone walls and strangely horned buildings are
  visible to the east.  While the walls of the pit below are built of stone,
  the stands are wooden.  Rows of benches fill the lower section of this area
  of the stands, with cleared areas for hawkers and those taking and making
  bets.  A gracefully canopied section against the uppermost row of the stands
  has properly cushioned chairs and is obviously set apart for those of some
  standing.  
     A terrace staircase opens up to the east and leads out of the seating
  area and the view below is of the red-stained sands of the fighting pit
  itself.  
  A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.
  Lined up with the best view of the stage is a cloth-padded wooden bench.
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing here.
  The trim, amber-locked woman is sitting on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stands by a figure in a leather duster.
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing here, looking a bit winded.
  The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing here.
  
  >l tables
  At 1) a cloth-padded wooden bench are:
        the trim, amber-locked woman, and a few empty seats.
  At 2) a cloth-padded wooden bench are:
        the effeminate, pompadoured man, and a few empty seats.
  At 3) a cloth-padded wooden bench are:
        a few empty seats.
  
  >l e
  To the east is the Terrace Overlooking the Fighting Pit.
  [Far]
  The callous, thorn-inked man is standing here.
  The pale, vermillion-eyed man is standing here.
  The horribly thin young woman is standing here.
  The thick, war-braided young man is standing here.
  The flint-eyed, jasper-haired man sits here, smelling strongly of spice.
  The slender, raven-haired man is standing here.
  The ruddy-hued brown-haired woman is sitting on a long wooden bench.
  The horribly scarred, blind man is sitting on a long wooden bench.
  The huge figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak sits quietly on a bench, atching the crowd.
  The tall male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap is sitting on a long wooden ench.
  The tall figure in a dusty set of hooded, shadow-grey robes sits in a bench here.
  The small, tanned dwarf sits in the center of the first row of benches.
  The blue-eyed dwarven woman oversees the stands here.
  [Near]
  The tall, willowy woman is standing here.
  The tall, spindly man is standing here.
  The aquiline, blond man stands sentry here, his blue eyes watchful.
  The opaline, frost-haired half-elf is standing here.
  The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing here.
  The gargantuan, blonde-haired man is standing here.
  The rugged, dusty-blonde haired man is standing here.
  The ragged-maned half-giant is standing here.
  The wiry, war-braided young man is standing here.
  The weathered young man is standing here.
  The tattooed female dwarf is standing here.
  The plaited, emerald-eyed woman is standing here.
  The small-headed, dark gray dwarf is standing here.
  The young gangling man is standing here.
  The decrepit-looking, worn dwarf is standing here.
  The lithe, brown-haired young man is standing here.
  The buxom, red-haired woman is standing here.
  The slight, blonde-haired man is standing here.
  The whipcord thin man stands here, eyes narrowed.
  The fire-haired, ruby-eyed man stands near the railing to the pit.
  The rugged, goateed man is standing here.
  The runic, blood-toned half-giant is here, looking extremely tense and wild eyed.
  The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf is standing here.
  The burly, cobalt-skinned dwarf is standing here.
  An obese, beady-eyed man moves around, hawking items from a tray of food.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I'll probley be out of the match first round."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "You're entering?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I guess it wouldnt hurt for maybe a round."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Five hundred coins per entry, one thousand per team of two."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I'll also need names, either stage or real."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "And I should pay you, sir?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Barvel and my self sir"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "For five hundred coins?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "You and barvel?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Yes sir, as a team"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Is that how much it costs to register?"
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman lowers the hood of a sleek, crimson leather duster.
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman tugs down her hood, her features set into hard lines as she gazes down into the fighting pit.
  
  >l fianna
  A thick mane of dark amber hair falls past this human woman's shouldersin waves, save for her bangs which are trimmed in spiky chunks to frame theperidot-hued orbs of her glittering eyes.  A feral, yellow-green in color,they peer past the long veils of her golden lashes above the refinedcrescents of her cheekbones.  A sensuously full mouth resides beneath theaquiline ridge of her nose, shadowed lightly by the slight flare of hernostrils.  Accenting the otherwise feminine features of her face with astrong, square line is a stubbornly-set jaw that leads down to her tonedneck and shoulders.  Beneath the covering of her tawny-gold skin, her petiteframe is shaped with a layer of toned muscle, giving her small body a solidbut graceful appearance.
  The trim, amber-locked woman is in excellent condition.
  The trim, amber-locked woman is using:
  <worn in left ear>       an earring of glittering black glass
  <worn in right ear>      an earring of glittering black glass
  <worn around neck>       a bejeweled, black leather choker
  <worn across back>       a black silk shoulder bag
  <worn on right shoulder> a grey leather pauldron
  <worn on left shoulder>  a grey leather pauldron
  <worn around wrist>      a twisting, jade serpent
  <worn around wrist>      a silvery woven, black silk wrap
  <worn on right finger>   a chunky, topaz-set bone ring
  <worn on left finger>    a jet-inlaid marble signet ring
  <worn around body>       a sleek, crimson leather duster
  <worn on legs>           a pair of tightly-stitched scarlet leather pants
  <worn on right ankle>    an onyx serpentine anklet
  <worn on left ankle>     a silvery woven, black silk wrap
  <worn on feet>           a pair of calf-high scarlet leather boots
  
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stares down towards the pit.
  
  Down in the pit someone opens the doors from the other side.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul has arrived from the south.
  Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban has arrived from the south.
  
  Down in the pit The largest of a pack of wild gortok, a beast with feral red eyes turns toward the southern doorway, eyeing a wild-eyed mul.
  Down in the pit A wild-eyed mul is shoved roughly onto the sands.
  Down in the pit someone closes the doors from the other side.
  
  Down in the pit A wild-eyed mul moves back to back with the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban, staring at the pack of gortoks.
  Down in the pit A pack of wild gortok circles toward a wild-eyed mul's shout, each beast crouching low and baring its teeth.
  
  >emote slides down along ~bench, crossing an aisle, and over to %fianna bench
  The effeminate, pompadoured man slides down along a cloth-padded wooden bench, crossing an aisle, and over to the trim, amber-locked woman's bench.
  
  >sit with fianna
  [Standing first]
  You sit down on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
  
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak looks down at you.
  
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stares down at you, his hand dropping to your shoulder.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Next?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Hmm, teams of two..."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I wish to sign up."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "One or two."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "never mind, I need to save my coins"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Stand together"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Aye, no teams of three like the last one?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "aye"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Not unless there is enough interest."
  
  >talk (flashing a grin towards ~fianna) Hey love.
  At your seat, you say in cavilish, flashing a grin towards the trim, amber-locked woman:
       "Hey love."
  
  Lifting a black eyebrow, the tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak asks you, in sirihish:
       "Yeh there. Th'Advisor tell yeh ya could sit wi' 'er?"
  
  Down in the pit A wild-eyed mul moves forward, slashing out at the lead gortok.
  
  Down in the pit Suddenly, as if on-signal, a pack of wild gortok lunge.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok's leg, connecting hard.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  
  Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban heroically joins a wild-eyed mul's fight!
  
  Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban pierces at a pack of wild gortok's body, nicking him.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok on his arm, wounding him.
  Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban tries to kick a pack of wild gortok in the chest, but he steps aside.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's blow bounces off a pack of wild gortok's tough skin.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok on his leg, wounding him.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "See you dfown in the ring sarg, good luck."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Yeh and meh eh? or yeh want teh do singles?"
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Indeed, this shall be legendary."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "How about both?"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Stand fast!"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "You and me then?"
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's blow bounces off a pack of wild gortok's tough skin.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
  
  Down in the pit One of a pack of wild gortok snaps onto a wild-eyed mul's arm, but is easily thrown aside.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok's hand, connecting hard.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok lightly hits a wild-eyed mul's foot.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges a wild-eyed mul's slashes.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok solidly hits a wild-eyed mul's wrist.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "'kay."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I'll register."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Yeh teamin' up wit one o' yer 'Bynners?"
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's blow bounces off a pack of wild gortok's tough skin.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban pierces at a pack of wild gortok's leg, nicking him.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul viciously slashes a pack of wild gortok on his waist.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok's hand, connecting hard.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok avoids being bashed by a wild-eyed mul, who loses his balance and falls.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  
  The tall, spindly man has arrived from the east.
  The opaline, frost-haired half-elf has arrived from the east.
  The aquiline, blond man has arrived from the east.
  The tall, willowy woman has arrived from the east.
  
  >say (turning around, glacing about the bunch of orange-cloaked figures) Who said that?
  Turning around, glacing about the bunch of orange-cloaked figures, you ask, in cavilish:
       "Who said that?"
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman lifts a small, golden hand, making a subtle waving gesture.
  
  The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak looks down at you as he shifts his dark gaze away from the pit.
  
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak dips his head to the trim, amber-locked woman and steps back, retaking his protective position at her back.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul swiftly dodges a pack of wild gortok's hits.
  
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul slashes a pack of wild gortok's leg, connecting hard.
  Down in the pit A pack of wild gortok begins, as a unit, to back away from a wild-eyed mul and the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok claws a wild-eyed mul's body, inflicting a grievous wound.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul gets up and stands to his feet.
  
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok claws a wild-eyed mul on his leg, wounding him.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok viciously claws a wild-eyed mul on his body.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok brutally claws a wild-eyed mul on his body.
  Down in the pit a thick obsidian longsword clatters to the ground as a wild-eyed mul releases it.
  Down in the pit an used large round shield clatters to the ground as a wild-eyed mul releases it.
  Down in the pit a wild-eyed mul crumples to the ground.
  
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok viciously claws the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban on her body.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's pierces.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok swiftly dodges the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's whips.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok claws the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban's body, inflicting a grievous wound.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok brutally claws the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban on her arm.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok viciously claws the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban on her body.
  Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban cries out in pain.
  You hear someone cry out in the distance.
  Down in the pit a barb-headed, wooden longspear clatters to the ground as the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban releases it.
  Down in the pit a wickedly barbed net clatters to the ground as the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban releases it.
  Down in the pit the huge figure in a veiled sandcloth turban crumples to the ground.
  
  The opaline, frost-haired half-elf follows along the tall, spindly man, tring hard not to look into the pit.
  
  Leaning over the rail, the tall, spindly man shouts, in sirihish:
       "That -had- to hurt!"
  
  Down in the pit Half of a pack of wild gortok begins to tear at a wild-eyed mul as the rest of the creatures round toward a wild-eyed mul.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok claws a wild-eyed mul's body, inflicting a grievous wound.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Your name, either stage or real?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I got it..Thanks though."
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "We're all doin' singles."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Sergeant Seron, of the Tenneshi Guard."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Good luck to you, Sergeant.  I will call you from the pit when its time."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "How much is it teh enteh both tournaments? A large or five hundred?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I wish to register."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Five hundred coins and your name."
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman looks up at the tall, spindly man with a flick of her eyes, their gaze hard and jewel-bright.
  
  >eq
  You are using:
  <worn on head>           a large black and white hat
  <worn on face>           a smooth bone eyebrow ring
  <worn around neck>       a black silk collar, clasped with an ivory brooch
  <worn about throat>      a small, wooden whistle
  <worn across back>       a black silk shoulder bag
  <worn on torso>          a bloodied tight black silk shirt
  <worn on arms>           a pair of blue and purple armbands
  <worn around wrist>      a black silk wrist-wrap
  <worn around wrist>      a black silk wrist-wrap
  <worn on hands>          a pair of black silk gloves
  <secondary hand>         a leather-wrapped glass flask
  <worn on right finger>   an amethyst-set black bone ring
  <worn on left finger>    a bone ring
  <worn on right finger>   a ruby-set black bone ring
  <worn on left finger>    an embossed, silver signet ring
  <worn as belt>           a broad, obsidian-buttoned black silk belt
  <worn around body>       a black hooded silk greatcloak
  <worn about waist>       a svelte, black spice-kit
  <worn on legs>           a pair of tight black silk pants
  <worn on right ankle>    a deep black silk bandana
  <worn on left ankle>     a deep black silk bandana
  <worn on feet>           a pair of high, polished black leather boots
  
  >talk (looking back to ~fianna, offering up ~flask) Drink?
  At your seat, you say in cavilish, looking back to the trim, amber-locked woman, offering up your leather-wrapped glass flask:
       "Drink?"
  >i
  You are carrying:
  187 obsidian pieces
  an irrig lamp
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, her voice a quiet hiss:
       "No thank you."
  
  The tall, spindly man winks to the trim, amber-locked woman.
  
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "The Byn is here when ye can get to us, Qeric-da."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I am Joshua Klestion....the wanderer."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "'Dat was meh plan.. buh seein' yeh beh givin' meh cause tah ask yeh."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Good luck to you, I will call you when its time."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Next!"
  
  Down in the pit Half of a pack of wild gortok begins to lose interest in the body of a wild-eyed mul, rounding to the body of a dusty elf.
  
  >emote twists the cap back on ~flask, putting it away
  The effeminate, pompadoured man twists the cap back on your leather-wrapped glass flask, putting it away.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Many thanks."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I wish teh register."
  
  >rem flask
  You stop using a leather-wrapped glass flask.
  >open bag
  Ok.
  >put flask bag
  You put a leather-wrapped glass flask inside a black silk shoulder bag.
  >close bag
  Ok.
  
  Handlers rush in below, surrounding the pack with long spears as they herd them south.
  Down in the pit someone opens the doors from the other side.
  Down in the pit A pack of wild gortok growl and snap at the handlers, eventually being herded away.
  Down in the pit a pack of wild gortok runs south.
  Down in the pit someone closes the doors from the other side.
  A crew moves in, dragging the bodies and gear from the blood stained sands below.
  
  The tall, spindly man walks east.
  The opaline, frost-haired half-elf walks east.
  The aquiline, blond man walks east.
  The tall, willowy woman walks east.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "If I want teh enteh both, I have teh pay how much?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I give ya coins?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Aye, alright."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Five hundred and your name again.  I'm afriad I've forgotten it this day."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Guess ah'll beh seein' yeh on deh battlefield, eh?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Hmm..Little Giant...Dat is meh name"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Ah ain't doubtin' yeh gonna beh 'dere."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I have your name and coin already, Regular."
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Aye, been too long since we locked blades."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "And he is my partner in the teams match"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "South and then east."
  
  >open kit
  Ok.
  >l in kit
  In a svelte, black spice-kit (used) :
  a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box
  a booklet of rolling papers
  a pinch of black, viscous spice
  a dragon-carved, ivory dagger
  
  >talk (to ~fianna) Smoke?
  At your seat, you say in cavilish, to the trim, amber-locked woman:
       "Smoke?"
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman's hands fall to ball the leather of her duster beneath them.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Your name and coin?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Hiroshi."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "The singles and team are seperate.  Each will be five hundred if you wish to enter both."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Ok...Deh Singles den."
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "We have there enterin' the singles competition, Veric-da."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I'd like to register"
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, her gaze flitting sidelong toward you:
       "Tho'?"
  
  >nod fianna
  You nod to her.
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, nodding quietly:
       "Yes, please."
  
  >talk (with a grin) From my brick you haven't had time to see.
  At your seat, you say in cavilish, with a grin:
       "From my brick you haven't had time to see."
  
  >take booklet kit
  You get a booklet of rolling papers from a svelte, black spice-kit.
  It is very light.
  >take pinch kit
  You get a pinch of black, viscous spice from a svelte, black spice-kit.
  It is very light.
  
  >emote pulls out a piece of paper, then fills it with ~pinch, rolling it
  The effeminate, pompadoured man pulls out a piece of paper, then fills it with your pinch of black, viscous spice, rolling it.
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, shaking her head quietly:
       "I've been very busy."
  
  >make smoke booklet pinch
  You carefully roll a pinch of spice with a booklet of rolling papers.
  
  >talk (with a grin) So have I, love.
  At your seat, you say in cavilish, with a grin:
       "So have I, love."
  
  >put booklet kit
  You put a booklet of rolling papers inside a svelte, black spice-kit.
  >i
  You are carrying:
  187 obsidian pieces
  a solidly packed tube of spice
  an irrig lamp
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "How many for the byn?"
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Three."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "One moment."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Fifteen hundred and the names."
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Akasha o' the T'zai Byn."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I know your name, Lieutenant.  I meant the other two."
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "An' these two can title themselves."
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "And why would we want to do that/"
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Trooper Lyndra, sir."
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Give 'em yer coin an' names, Byn."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Trooper Marook, Byn"
  
  >give smoke fianna
  You give a solidly packed tube of spice to the trim, amber-locked woman.
  >take box kit
  You get a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box from a svelte, black spice-kit.
  It is very light.
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman holds a solidly packed tube of spice.
  
  >give box fianna
  You give a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box to the trim, amber-locked woman.
  
  >talk Light?
  At your seat, you say in cavilish:
       "Light?"
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman lifts a small coal from her small, leather-wrapped bone ember box, blowing gently on it to incite it back to a sullen, orange glow.
  
  The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is gone bathroom.
  
  Bringing the coal to her smoke with the tongs, the trim, amber-locked woman puffs deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs as she hands the coal and box over to you.
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman gives you a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box.
  
  A thin trail of rich, heady smoke trickles from the trim, amber-locked woman's mouth as she smokes a solidly packed tube of spice.
  The trim, amber-locked woman's eyes become glassy-red and half-closed.
  
  >put box kit
  You put a small, leather-wrapped bone ember box inside a svelte, black spice-kit.
  >close kit
  Ok.
  
  >listen on
  You are already listening.
  
  >talk Do you have any Salarri's entering, love?
  At your seat, you say in cavilish:
       "Do you have any Salarri's entering, love?"
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, shrugging lightly, her jaw still set in a hard expression:
       "One. We're not here for pleasure."
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Five hundred coins, please."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Yes please."
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "We wait east until matches are announced?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I'll call your names, matches are not to the death and there will be a one thousand coin fine for unneeded killing."
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Which was is into the pit?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "You can wait in the stands and enjoy the matches.  Someone will lead you down."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Next!"
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I'd like to register."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Five hundred and a name, please."
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Thankee."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I have you down."
  
  >talk (nodding lightly, a tired expression about his face) You need to relax, love.  Which one is yours?
  At your seat, you say in cavilish, nodding lightly, a tired expression about his face:
       "You need to relax, love.  Which one is yours?"
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, simply:
       "The elf."
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I'd like to register a team and myself for the singles."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Wha' bout 'im?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Fifteen hundred and the names then."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "You as well."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Grog of the Sun Legion and Altin of Nenyuk."
  
  >l tall
  Hard muscle straps over the stalwart form of this man, coiled visibly
  beneath the deeply-bronzed covering of his skin.  Thin, black dreadlocks
  sprout from his scalp to his lower back, and while most are tied away from
  his face with a thin braid of grey leather, a few hang into his narrowed,
  crystalline-blue eyes.  His features are chiseled and planar, with a craggy
  brow, high, jutting cheekbones and a beaky nose that bears a slight hook at
  its tip.  A shadow of dark stubble traces the square line of his jaw,
  defining its strong lines.  Twined about the thick muscles of his neck is a
  detailed tattoo of a serpent, done in simple black lines.  The snake rests
  in coils that band about the human's throat before climbing on the right
  side to his cheek, where the head of the creature opens in a fanged display
  of attack.  
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is in excellent condition.
  
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is using:
  <worn on head>           a blackened horror-visaged helm
  <worn on face>           a carved, skull-shaped black onyx stud
  <worn around neck>       an orange-banded, grey chitin gorget
  <worn across back>       a black-hafted wooden spear
  <worn on right shoulder> a black epaulette with one grey shield
  <worn on left shoulder>  a black epaulette with one grey shield
  <worn on arms>           a set of tentacle-branded grey leather sleeves
  <worn around wrist>      an orange-banded, grey chitin bracer
  <worn around wrist>      an orange-banded, grey chitin bracer
  <worn on hands>          a pair of spiked, chitin-backed gauntlets
  <primary hand>           a blackened basket-hilted rapier
  <secondary hand>         a blackened basket-hilted rapier
  <worn around body>       an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak
  <worn on legs>           a set of tentacle-branded grey leather leggings
  <worn on feet>           a pair of spike-toed, thigh-high leather boots
  
  The athletic, serpent-tattooed man lowers the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Alright.  I'll call your name when its time.  Good luck."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Matches are not to the death, there is a one thousand coin fine on accidental death."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Thank you, Veric-da."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "YOu are the solo, correct?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Aye, and a team with Grog."
  
  Down in the pit the scarred, leathery woman opens the doors from the other side.
  Down in the pit the tall, spindly man has arrived from the south.
  Down in the pit the opaline, frost-haired half-elf has arrived from the south.
  
  >l 2.tall
  Her body is small but her movements graceful.  Dark green eyes peer out
  through ebony lashes, a slight tilt to their outer corners.  Her skin is
  soft and only lightly tanned, lips the deep color of crimson.  Silken
  midnight blue hair falls in soft waves to her knees, brushing over a slim
  waist and gently curved hips.  Pointed ears poke out from under the delicate
  locks of hair.  
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is in excellent condition.
  
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is using:
  <worn on head>           a thick, pale-green cap
  <worn on face>           a thin, obsidian nose ring
  <worn in left ear>       a spiral-carved moonstone earring
  <worn in right ear>      a purple and blue feather earring
  <worn around neck>       a gurth shell collar
  <worn across back>       a slender agafari longbow
  <worn on right shoulder> a black epaulette with one grey shield
  <worn on left shoulder>  a black epaulette with one grey shield
  <worn around wrist>      a glossy, jet-colored shell bracer
  <worn around wrist>      a green chitin archery brace
  <worn on hands>          a bloodied pair of fingerless sandcloth gloves
  <worn around body>       an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak
  <worn on legs>           a pair of dark leather leggings
  <worn on right ankle>    a purple sandcloth bandana
  <worn on left ankle>     an onyx serpentine anklet
  <worn on feet>           a pair of knee-high fringed moccasins
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "What's the prize?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Fourhundred of the coins from every beaten enemy and some nice gear from our crafters for the overall winners and best combatants."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Five hundred and your name, please."
  
  Down in the pit Stepping over a few damp spots, the tall, spindly man moves to look up at the stands.
  Down in the pit The tall, spindly man nods thoughtfully.
  Down in the pit The opaline, frost-haired half-elf moves in softly behind the tall, spindly man, pulling up her cloak and the hem of her dress from the ground as she walks.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Welcome Guests!  "
  
  Down in the pit The opaline, frost-haired half-elf quirks a faint hint of a grin.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "While the combatants prepare, I would like to begin the Auction!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "A few items of Kurac's finest!"
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman's gaze flicks eastward.
  
  With a lift of a signet-ringed hand, the trim, amber-locked woman brings her solidly packed tube of spice to her lips, inhaling deeply.
  
  A thin trail of rich, heady smoke trickles from the trim, amber-locked woman's mouth as she smokes a solidly packed tube of spice.
  The trim, amber-locked woman's eyes become glassy-red and half-closed.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Do you wish to enter?"
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "You the one I enter with?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Yes."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Aye, I'd like to register"
  
  Down in the pit The opaline, frost-haired half-elf nods her head and sets a bag down by the tall, spindly man.
  Down in the pit the opaline, frost-haired half-elf drops a large bag.
  Down in the pit the opaline, frost-haired half-elf walks south.
  
  >talk (speaking softly) You don't seem to be enjoying yourself, love.  Is there anything I can do?
  At your seat, you say in cavilish, speaking softly:
       "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself, love.  Is there anything I can do?"
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, her gaze sliding back to you, her hand betraying a faint shake, voice momentarily rough from the smoke:
       "No. There's nothing that can be done."
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I need five hundred coins each and a name to call you by from the pits."
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Darani"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Good luck.  I'll call you when its time and there is a one thousand coin fine for accidental deaths."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Five hundred and your name>"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Cadet Issek"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Fighting for Salarr as well, correct?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Aye, but solo"
  
  The horribly thin young woman has arrived from the east.
  The horribly thin young woman looks about hesistantly.
  The horribly thin young woman strolls through the ample crowd over towards you.
  
  >l horribly
  You see a thin girl with curly, red hair that appears sparse from lack of
  nutrition.  Her eyes are inky black and seemingly hollow.  Her body is
  evenly Krath-tanned.  Her nose is plain and small.  Her lips are chapped and
  curved.  She has a round chin, dimpled cheeks, and a freckled face.  The
  rest of her frame is still that of a young girl.  
  The horribly thin young woman is in excellent condition.
  
  The horribly thin young woman is using:
  <worn on head>           a wide-brimmed green and black hat
  <worn in hair>           a handful of mauve blossoms
  <worn around neck>       a crystal teardrop pendant
  <worn across back>       a colorful, glass-beaded shoulder bag
  <worn around wrist>      a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap
  <hands>                  a six-pronged star
  <worn on left finger>    a black marble ring
  <worn on right finger>   a garnet inlaid bone ring
  <worn around body>       a hooded, coal-black sandcloth dustcloak
  <worn on legs>           a svelte, black spice-kit
  <worn on right ankle>    a string of clay beads
  <worn on feet>           a pair of leather-thonged sandals
  
  As she nods politely and handing over her sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap, the horribly thin young woman whispers to you in sirihish:
       "A gift from the Kurac family."
  The horribly thin young woman gives you a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap.
  
  >emote nods once towards ~horribly
  The effeminate, pompadoured man nods once towards the horribly thin young woman.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "I am offering now a complete set of the Famous Kuraci Desert Gear!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Complete!  Boots, leggings, jacket, gloves, sleeves, cap, collar, facewrap and Greatcloak!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "The Very Finest made!"
  
  The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak's eyes widen, peering down towards the pit.
  
  The horribly thin young woman strolls through the ample crowd over towards the trim, amber-locked woman.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in cavilish:
       "One hundred!"
  
  >examine wrap
  Undyed, beige sandcloth has been folded double to form this simple
  wristwrap.  The double folds have been sewn together, apart from an opening
  on the inner side of the wrap, which functions as a pocket with two bone
  buttons to close it.  The front of the wrap is adorned by a simple picture
  that has been printed upon the sandcloth using dye.  The picture shows a
  crimson circle symbolizing the red sun, crossed by a stylized sword printed
  in black dye.  
  In a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap (carried) :
  nothing
  
  The horribly thin young woman whispers something to the trim, amber-locked woman.
  
  >value wrap
  a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap would seem to cost about 33 obsidian pieces.
  a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap would seem to weigh 2 stones.
  This item appears to have been crafted by the Merchant House of Kurac.
  
  The horribly thin young woman gets a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap from an expansive, crimson-fist emblazoned backpack.
  The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the trim, amber-locked woman.
  
  As she stands, the horribly thin young woman says to the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak, in northern-accented sirihish:
       "I am just passing out gifts on behalf of the Kurac family. It is nothing to be concerned with."
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "We will do this auction for only  a few minutes!"
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "No matches to the blood, aye?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "To the blood yes, to the death, no."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Aye then, thanks - I'll wait my turn"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "All will be given quarter when asked."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "What beh deh bid?"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Please shout your name when you bid, we can't make out faces from down here."
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in cavilish, relaxing back onto her seat as she looks over her sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap:
       "Two of them are fighting."
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Anyone else?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Hmm...my turn?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Five hundred and a name, please."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Kune, of Kadius."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Good luck, I'll call you when its time."
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in cavilish:
       "Jom!  One hundred!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "How much deh bid!?"
  
  >open bag
  Ok.
  >put wrap bag
  You put a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap inside a black silk shoulder bag.
  >close bag
  Ok.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Please make all bids in the common tongue!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "One hundred?  I sells for twenty times that!  Give me more!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Two!"
  
  Looking up, the trim, amber-locked woman asks the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak, in cavilish:
       "Will you be fighting?"
  Clearing her throat, the trim, amber-locked woman asks the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak, in sirihish:
       "Will you be fighting?"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Four, 'Cruit Gresh!"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Give me a name and FIVE!"
  
  >shout Five hundred, Mister O!
  You shout in sirihish:
       "Five hundred, Mister O!"
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "There is a one thousand coin fine for killing your opponent."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Aye....We will be directed when it is time?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Yes."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Next!"
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man has arrived from the east.
  The wiry, war-braided young man inhales deeply through his nose as he makes his way around a few benches.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Someone.... name and SEVEN?"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Six.. Jom!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Seven?"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "800 kalm.... one large?"
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Anyone else entering?"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Last call for registering for the matches!"
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man sits down on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
  
  >talk Should we bet?
  At your seat, you say in sirihish:
       "Should we bet?"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "One large for the Complete Set?"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Once..."
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Twice"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Nine..  Jom!"
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man looks down at the trim, amber-locked woman briefly before turning his attention toward the pits.
  
  The slender dark-eyed elf lowers the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Nine...."
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Once"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "twice"
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, shrugging:
       "We have no need for them. My house makes the best leathers, plates, chains, and we even make cloth armor as well."
  
  >shout Thirteen Hundred, Oseres Kadius!
  You shout in sirihish:
       "Thirteen Hundred, Oseres Kadius!"
  
  The horribly thin young woman walks over near the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
  The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
  
  The horribly thin young woman whispers something to the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
  You overhear the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak whisper to the horribly thin young woman, grinning in sirihish:
       "Uh. thanks"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Thirteen for Oseres Kadius!  Very Good!"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Once!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Twice"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Sold!"
  
  >emote claps his hands together, grinning.
  The effeminate, pompadoured man claps his hands together, grinning.
  
  At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, wiggling his brows alternately as he glances at you:
       "Good job, Mr. O."
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "And an excellent deal, at that!"
  
  The horribly thin young woman moves heading towards the athletic, serpent-tattooed man.
  You overhear the horribly thin young woman whisper to the athletic, serpent-tattooed man, handing over her sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap in sirihish:
       "A gift from the Kurac family."
  The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the athletic, serpent-tattooed man.
  
  Down in the pit the tall, spindly man picks up a large bag.
  
  >l fianna's wrap
  Crafted meticulously from a black-dyed silk, this piece of fabric wraps
  around an inner lining of thin, supple leather and can be wrapped about the
  wearer's arm or shin.  The silk is woven with a thin, shimmering underlayer
  of silken threads set in a complex pattern, and is layered so that it can
  loosened or tightened to fit snugly by a pair of black ties.  Upon close
  inspection, a small flap of silk can be seen above an area with a small
  amount of extra padding.  
  
  >talk (leaning in close to ~fianna) Fianna, love.  Where'd you get that wristwrap?  From one of my cousins?
  At your seat, you say in sirihish, leaning in close to the trim, amber-locked woman:
       "Fianna, love.  Where'd you get that wristwrap?  From one of my cousins?"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "I will bring your purchase to you, Oseres Kadius."
  
  >shout I'll have more!
  You shout in sirihish:
       "I'll have more!"
  
  Down in the pit the tall, spindly man walks south.
  
  The horribly thin young woman wanders through the crowd.
  
  The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
  
  The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
  
  Taking the wrap, the tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak glances towards the horribly thin young woman.
  
  To the guards near the trim, amber-locked woman, the horribly thin young woman says, in northern-accented sirihish:
       "A gift from the Kurac family."
  
  The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak smiles and bobs his head once towards the horribly thin young woman.
  
  The well-toned, blonde woman has arrived from the east.
  
  Looking over the crowd, the well-toned, blonde woman makes her way towards the trim, amber-locked woman.
  
  The well-toned, blonde woman sits down on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Regular Nogen and Trooper Marook, please come the center aisle!"
  
  One of the wiry, war-braided young man's's legs bobs up and down rapidly, his thoughtful gaze locked onto nothing in particular.
  
  The horribly thin young woman looks about the stands.
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, arching a brow:
       "I do not think your cousins could stitch such a wristsheathe. This is Salarri. I hope you didn't think we only made bulky, unattractive things."
  
  >talk (shaking his head to ~fianna) Naw, love.  Looks something I would wear.  I like it.
  At your seat, you say in sirihish, shaking his head to the trim, amber-locked woman:
       "Naw, love.  Looks something I would wear.  I like it."
  
  The dusky, jade-eyed man lowers the hood of a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman stops using a silvery woven, black silk wrap.
  The trim, amber-locked woman fastens a silvery woven, black silk wrap around her wrist.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Where beh 'dis 'ere Marook?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Trooper Marook here"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Gentlemen, please come with me."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Yeh's git yerself ah small 'ead."
  
  The horribly thin young woman moves over near the well-toned, blonde woman.
  The horribly thin young woman looks down at the well-toned, blonde woman as she approaches.
  
  The horribly thin young woman whispers something to the well-toned, blonde woman.
  The horribly thin young woman gives a sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap to the well-toned, blonde woman.
  
  Her brows lifting, the well-toned, blonde woman looks over at the horribly thin young woman.
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, retying the length of soft black leather and shimmering silk around her wrist with deft fingers:
       "You don't want to know how much we sell them for."
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman looks at you with a wan smile.
  
  >talk (with a grin for ~fianna) Awe, love.  How much?
  At your seat, you say in sirihish, with a grin for the trim, amber-locked woman:
       "Awe, love.  How much?"
  
  The horribly thin young woman moves from the isles, walking away.
  The horribly thin young woman walks east.
  
  The well-toned, blonde woman looks at her sun and sword embroidered wrist wrap carefully.
  
  The slender dark-eyed elf raises the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
  
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Have you see Merchant Danu?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "he's alittle bit of everywhere"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Try the noble stands"
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, smiling faintly at you:
       "Two thousand for each one."
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, wetting her lower lip:
       "And that's with a discount."
  
  The well-toned, blonde woman gurgles a broken chuckle.
  
  The tall, spindly man has arrived from the east.
  The aquiline, blond man has arrived from the east.
  The tall, willowy woman has arrived from the east.
  
  The tall, spindly man moves, smiling to approach you.
  
  The tall, spindly man puts a pile of allanaki coins inside a pair of black sandcloth sleeves.
  
  >tell danu (shaking his head) Danu, You should just get me after.
  Shaking his head, you say to the tall, spindly man, in sirihish:
       "Danu, You should just get me after."
  
  The tall, spindly man nods politely to you.
  The tall, spindly man says to you, in northern-accented sirihish:
       "I will await your convenience, Oseres."
  
  >tell danu (nodding) I'll probably be getting more, and we'll both have to go to the Nenyuk.
  Nodding, you say to the tall, spindly man, in sirihish:
       "I'll probably be getting more, and we'll both have to go to the Nenyuk."
  
  The tall, spindly man dips his head politely to the trim, amber-locked woman, then turns to watch the match.

  >look
  The Higher Tier Stands [E]
     These are the western and more opulant stands of the fighting pit of
  Luir's Outpost, whose black stone walls and strangely horned buildings are
  visible to the east.  While the walls of the pit below are built of stone,
  the stands are wooden.  Rows of benches fill...
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  Luir's Outpost Auction & Arena Event [Part 2]
  Added on Nov 15, 2009

  In 2004, there was a Recommended Playing Time to play Armageddon, and the event was an Arena Game and Auction in Luir's Outpost. Agent Oseres Kadius, always a party whereever he goes, shows up for fun and to make some deals with House Kurac. This is a -long- log, and is rather raw, but it shows what sort of things happen during a busy event.

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  Down in the pit the slight, blonde-haired man has arrived from the south.
  Down in the pit the whipcord thin man has arrived from the south.
  Down in the pit the buxom, red-haired woman has arrived from the south.
  Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man walks to the center of the pit.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to announce the first of our pit matches!"
  
  The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak flicks a look down into the pit, then raises his eyes again, glancing around quietly.
  
  The dusky, jade-eyed man raises the hood of a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
  
  The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak looks down at the wiry, war-braided young man as he adjusts his hood.
  
  The well-toned, blonde woman leans forwards noticably, her attention locked onto the pit.
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man spares a brief glance to you before turning his attention toward the center of the pit.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "On this side we have a man -undefeated- in all of his previous matches!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Especially the ginka sauce matches!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "The one!  The only!  Reeeegggullaaar Noooogggeeen!!"
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf has arrived from the south.
  Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man nods a few times as dozens and dozens of dun clad soldiers hoot and hollar, cheering the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf on.
  
  >talk (to ~fianna) You know I'll take it, love.  I always buy what you have to offer.
  At your seat, you say in sirihish, to the trim, amber-locked woman:
       "You know I'll take it, love.  I always buy what you have to offer."
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, nodding toward you:
       "Do you want a pair? Or just one?"
  
  >talk (to ~fianna, his greenish-hued gaze shifting over towards the pit) If you lower the price, I'll take two.
  At your seat, you say in sirihish, to the trim, amber-locked woman, his greenish-hued gaze shifting over towards the pit:
       "If you lower the price, I'll take two."
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, nodding toward you:
       "I'll sell you two for thirty-five hundred."
  
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf trundles out into the fighting pit, raising his free arm up to the crowd as his other holds up his enormous shield.
  
  >emote leans in close to ~fianna
  The effeminate, pompadoured man leans in close to the trim, amber-locked woman.
  
  >whi fianna (grinning) How about an exchange for something, other than coin, love?
  Grinning, you whisper to the trim, amber-locked woman in sirihish:
       "How about an exchange for something, other than coin, love?"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "'Dis beh ah dwarf tah dwarf match! Ain't gettin' better 'den 'dis 'ere!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "And on this side, the scourge of the south!  Women love him and men would love to be him!  Trooper Marook!"
  
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf has arrived from the south.
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf reaches down beneath the folds of his dun-colored cloak, grasping the hilt of his obsidian blade.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf draws a dusty curved obsidian sword.
  Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf raises his maces over his head.
  Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man looks between the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf and the small-headed, dark gray dwarf.
  
  >emote breathes in slowly, leaning back to look towards the fighting pit.
  The effeminate, pompadoured man breathes in slowly, leaning back to look towards the fighting pit.
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman whispers to you in sirihish:
       "Like what?"
  
  >tell fianna (with a tired grin) After, love.  After.
  With a tired grin, you say to the trim, amber-locked woman, in sirihish:
       "After, love.  After."
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman brushes her silvery woven, black silk wrap with her fingertips.
  
  Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf slowly circles left.
  Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man raises his left hand high.
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf grunts with a nod as he crouches down behind his massive shield, twirling the sword at his side.
  Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man steps back, dropping his left hand.
  
  Down in the pit the slight, blonde-haired man walks south.
  Down in the pit the whipcord thin man walks south.
  Down in the pit the buxom, red-haired woman walks south.
  
  >emote takes a double take, glancing to ~toned, before looking back towards the fighting pit.
  The effeminate, pompadoured man takes a double take, glancing to the well-toned, blonde woman, before looking back towards the fighting pit.
  
  The tall, spindly man moves to sit on a bench and lean over to watch the pit match.
  
  Her fingers tapping on her leg incessantly, the well-toned, blonde woman watches the pit with her complete attention.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Begin!"
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man rests his forearms on the stone railing, hunching over as he watches the pit intently.
  
  >listen on
  You start trying to listen.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Fer deh fists o' stone!"
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
  
  Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf side steps and kicks.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf nimbly avoids the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's circle kick.
  
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf sneers as he rears his helmeted head back from the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's backhand, his cuff barely missing his face.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf slashes the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's body, connecting hard.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "there ya go Noggen"
  
  >contact veric
  You suffer from use of the Way.
  You contact the slight, blonde-haired man with the Way.
  
  >psi Is this to first blood?
  You suffer from use of the Way.
  You send a telepathic message to the slight, blonde-haired man:
      "Is this to first blood?"
  
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf grunts as he brings his obsidian blade over his head, slamming it down against the haft of the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's mace, then twists to give him another side slash.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
  
  The well-toned, blonde woman lets out a low whistle.
  
  The tall, spindly man shouts, in sirihish:
       "Come on, Noggen!"
  
  At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, pressing his lips to one side in a slight purse:
       "So how do we know if we're fighting for first blood or not?"
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf squints as he brings up his shield defensively, knocking away the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's smash as it rings off his knobby-shelled shield.
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf slides right and swings a backhand as the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf passess.
  
  >psi You're doing well, Veric my friend.
  You suffer from use of the Way.
  You send a telepathic message to the slight, blonde-haired man:
      "You're doing well, Veric my friend."
  
  The tall, spindly man looks at the well-toned, blonde woman.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Show 'em what Kurac's made of, Nogen!"
  
  A foreign presence contacts your mind.
  The slight, blonde-haired man sends you a telepathic message:
      "Until one yields."
  You sense a foreign presence withdraw from your mind.
  
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf brings up his stumpy boot as the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's fist just misses him.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's kick at the small-headed, dark gray dwarf is partially absorbed by his bracer.
  
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf doubles over in pain from the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's powerful side kick.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  
  >psi Are all of them that way?
  You suffer from use of the Way.
  You send a telepathic message to the slight, blonde-haired man:
      "Are all of them that way?"
  
  >talk I think All of them are until first yield.
  At your seat, you say in sirihish:
       "I think All of them are until first yield."
  
  >cease
  You dissolve the psychic link.
  
  The well-toned, blonde woman chews on her lower lip.
  
  At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, slowly nodding as he watches the pit intently:
       "I see.."
  
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf charges forward, his shoulder lowered.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf evades the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's charge, who loses his balance and falls.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "'Dis one 'ere, ain't no slouch!"
  
  The tall, spindly man winces.
  
  A thin trail of rich, heady smoke trickles from the trim, amber-locked woman's mouth as she smokes a solidly packed tube of spice.
  The trim, amber-locked woman's eyes become glassy-red and half-closed.
  
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf brings up his boot at the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's stomach.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf nimbly avoids the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's circle kick.
  
  Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf rolls right and stand.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf gets up and stands to his feet.
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf slashes the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's wrist, connecting hard.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Someone goin ta be hurtin, and I don' think it goin ta be Nogen"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "That had to hurt!"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "A good shot."
  
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf twists his body as he brings his blade dodwn hard against the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's wrist.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
  
  >shout Hurry up!
  You shout in sirihish:
       "Hurry up!"
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman crushes the end of the smoke beneath the sole of her boot.
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf viciously slashes the small-headed, dark gray dwarf on his wrist.
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf rushes forward at the small-headed, dark gray dwarf with his shield lowered, his boots kiocking up loose earth.
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf evades the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's charge, who loses his balance and falls.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Altin and Gargon, please come to the center aisle!"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "several"
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Nice bet, Lutenant."
  
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack on the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf is absorbed by a new enormous, concave tortoiseshell shield.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf bludgeons the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf on his leg.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man's features contort into a mock grimace as he watches blood spew onto the sandy floor of the pit.
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf nimbly avoids the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's circle kick.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf grunts as the small-headed, dark gray dwarf slams his mace into his leg as he falls, turning to rise to his feet at the last instant.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf gets up and stands to his feet.
  
  At your seat, the trim, amber-locked woman says in sirihish, her voice slightly harshened:
       "Is this to the death?"
  
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak walks east.
  
  At your seat, the well-toned, blonde woman says in northern-accented sirihish, shaking her head:
       "None of em are I think"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "ALtin and the little giant, rather!"
  
  >talk (nodding, his attention on the fighting pit) There's a thousand coin fine, if one dies.
  At your seat, you say in sirihish, nodding, his attention on the fighting pit:
       "There's a thousand coin fine, if one dies."
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman nods.
  
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf leans to one side, favoring one foot before bringing up his wavering leg.
  
  Down in the pit The small-headed, dark gray dwarf moves in closer.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to kick the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf in the chest, but he steps aside.
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's kick at the small-headed, dark gray dwarf is absorbed by his leggings.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf parries the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf attempts to disarm the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf, but finds his attack reversed!
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf knocks a obsidian-spiked mace from the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's hands and sends it flying west.
  
  A mace comes flying in, landing with a tud.
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf swiftly dodges the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's bludgeons.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf parries the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's attack.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf knocks a studded, short-handled mace from the small-headed, dark gray dwarf's hands.
  
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf panics, and attempts to flee.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to flee, but is too exhausted!
  
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf panics, and attempts to flee.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf tries to flee, but is too exhausted!
  
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf panics, and attempts to flee.
  Down in the pit the small-headed, dark gray dwarf runs south.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Well done, Nogen!"
  
  The tall, spindly man shouts, in sirihish:
       "Kurac"
  
  >rem whistle
  You stop using a small, wooden whistle.
  >hold whistle
  You hold the whistle.
  >emote blows loudly on ~whistle, producing a loud, shrill sound.
  The effeminate, pompadoured man blows loudly on your small, wooden whistle, producing a loud, shrill sound.
  
  The well-toned, blonde woman purses her lips.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Hurrah fer Nogen and Kurac!"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Woaa!"
  
  Down in the pit The fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf raises both his arms up as the crowd begins to cheer wildly, the two maces lying forgotten on both ends of the arena floor.
  
  The tall, spindly man pushes off of a cloth-padded wooden bench and rises to his feet.
  
  The tall, spindly man walks east.
  The aquiline, blond man walks east.
  The tall, willowy woman walks east.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Any objections to you two matching up next?"
  
  >look
  The Higher Tier Stands [E]
     These are the western and more opulant stands of the fighting pit of
  Luir's Outpost, whose black stone walls and strangely horned buildings are
  visible to the east.  While the walls of the pit below are built of stone,
  the stands are wooden.  Rows of benches fill the lower section of this area
  of the stands, with cleared areas for hawkers and those taking and making
  bets.  A gracefully canopied section against the uppermost row of the stands
  has properly cushioned chairs and is obviously set apart for those of some
  standing.  
     A terrace staircase opens up to the east and leads out of the seating
  area and the view below is of the red-stained sands of the fighting pit
  itself.  
  A shadow falls over the area, driving off the uncomfortable heat.
  A obsidian-spiked bone mace lies here.
  A couple of cloth-padded wooden benches are here.
  The well-toned, blonde woman is sitting on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
  The wiry, war-braided young man is sitting on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
  The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stands near the amber-locked woman.
  The athletic, serpent-tattooed man stands watchfully here, his arms crossed.
  The trim, amber-locked woman sits on a bench stiffly.
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stands near the amber-locked woman.
  The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak is standing behind the trim, amber-locked woman.
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man grunts softly as he glances down at a obsidian-spiked mace.
  
  >say (shaking his head) Shit.
  Shaking his head, you say, in sirihish:
       "Shit."
  
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Are you fighting?"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "He beh puttin up ah good fight, buh ah git deh bigger head!"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Who'm I fighting?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Your man was lucky with that last move.. A fine showing regardless."
  
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak stops guarding the trim, amber-locked woman.
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak begins guarding the trim, amber-locked woman.
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man begins applauding quietly, its noise quickly lost in the bustling atomosphere around him.
  
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf sheathes a dusty curved obsidian sword.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf picks up a studded, short-handled mace.
  Down in the pit the fat-lipped, large-headed dwarf walks south.
  
  >tell kune (pointing over towards ~mace) Kune?  Be a dear and pick that up?
  Pointing over towards a obsidian-spiked mace, you ask the wiry, war-braided young man, in sirihish:
       "Kune?  Be a dear and pick that up?"
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man nods simply.
  The wiry, war-braided young man pushes off of a cloth-padded wooden bench and rises to his feet.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "If you two spar regularly then I will rematch, otherwise it is you two."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I have faith in him"
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man picks up a obsidian-spiked mace.
  
  >rem whistle
  You stop using a small, wooden whistle.
  >wear whistle about throat
  You tilt your head forward and fasten a small, wooden whistle about your throat.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Aye, suppose we can have the final right away."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Is it too late ta.. y'know, enter?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Appreciate it"
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man makes his way back toward a cloth-padded wooden bench, offering his obsidian-spiked mace to you.
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man sits down on a cloth-padded wooden bench.
  
  Frowning as the mace soars into the room, the trim, amber-locked woman asks, in sirihish:
       "Are they -insane-, tossing weapons about?"
  
  The hearty, thin-lipped man has arrived from the east.
  
  The hearty, thin-lipped man grins.
  
  The hearty, thin-lipped man asks, in sirihish:
       "Who grabbed the mace?"
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "No, I will put you in if there is time."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Aye...First teh disengage from combat eh?"
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I heard you swing a might blade?"
  
  >l hearty
  This muscular human's body is well-muscled, hours of training evidenced
  in the bulging muscles of his arms and legs and neck.  Skin burned dark by
  Suk-Krath's unforgiving rays wraps his form in a coppery coating, marred and
  broken by numerous scars, some faded while others appear more recent.  Hard,
  emotionless eyes are set beneath thin dark eyebrows and his lips are so
  narrow that they are barely more than a darker line of color against the
  copper-hue of his face.  
  The hearty, thin-lipped man is in excellent condition.
  The hearty, thin-lipped man is using:
  <worn on arms>           a pair of grey sandcloth sleeves
  <worn on hands>          a pair of thick grey leather gloves
  <primary hand>           a bone bastard sword
  <secondary hand>         a bone longsword
  <worn around body>       a hooded, dun-colored dustcloak
  <worn on legs>           a pair of dark grey sandcloth trousers
  <worn on feet>           a pair of knee-high grey leather boots
  
  The hearty, thin-lipped man says, in sirihish:
       "That needs ta go back to the contestant."
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man raises his obsidian-spiked mace as he glances toward the hearty, thin-lipped man.
  
  The hearty, thin-lipped man nods.
  
  The flint-eyed, jasper-haired man has arrived from the east, striding along smoothly.
  The flint-eyed, jasper-haired man looks around briefly, then grunts.
  
  To himself, the flint-eyed, jasper-haired man says, in northern-accented bendune:
       "Shit, missed him again."
  
  The hearty, thin-lipped man walks east.
  
  The hearty, thin-lipped man says, in sirihish:
       "Gotta love a good pit fight"
  The hearty, thin-lipped man grins.
  
  The hearty, thin-lipped man says, in sirihish:
       "I'll return his wepaon to him"
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man looks up at the hearty, thin-lipped man with a faint nod as he extends his obsidian-spiked mace.
  
  The hearty, thin-lipped man holds out a hand to the wiry, war-braided young man.
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man gives a obsidian-spiked mace to the hearty, thin-lipped man.
  
  The flint-eyed, jasper-haired man turns to leave.
  Striding along smoothly, the flint-eyed, jasper-haired man walks east.
  
  Down in the pit the tall, spindly man has arrived from the south.
  Down in the pit The tall, spindly man looks quickly around at the stands.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Next item.... a complete set of Kurac's "
  
  >shout I already have that!
  You shout in sirihish:
       "I already have that!"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Tembo-Mesh Armor!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Jom!  One hundred!"
  
  With her full lips pressed together, the trim, amber-locked woman leans back into her seat, stroking her silvery woven, black silk wrap.
  
  The huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak grins briefly, refocusing his expression as he glances about.
  
  The stout, grey-bearded man has arrived from the east.
  The hunched, red-skinned mul has arrived from the east.
  
  >talk (to ~kune, with a tired grin) How much did yours go for?
  At your seat, you say in sirihish, to the wiry, war-braided young man, with a tired grin:
       "How much did yours go for?"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Jom.  Three."
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Six pieces.... pus a fine matching cloak!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "name five?!"
  
  At your seat, the well-toned, blonde woman says in northern-accented sirihish, thoughtfully as she taps her knee:
       "Tembo Mesh eh?"
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman looks up at the wiry, war-braided young man with a sidelong flick of her jewel-hard eyes.
  
  The wiry, war-braided young man looks up at the stout, grey-bearded man with a brief glance.
  
  The stout, grey-bearded man looks around quietly.
  
  At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, in a simple tone as he runs his fingers along his dusty mesh-covered, tembo-hide gorget:
       "I got this and my leggings for six fifty I think.."
  
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak has arrived from the east.
  
  The tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak wanders back over to the trim, amber-locked woman's side.
  
  Dipping into a lavish bow, then offering a stiff salute the tall figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak strides to the trim, amber-locked woman side ripping down his hood.
  
  >talk (with a smirk towards ~kune) And, you're not bidding?
  At your seat, you say in sirihish, with a smirk towards the wiry, war-braided young man:
       "And, you're not bidding?"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Gresh at four!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Five Jom."
  
  The stout, grey-bearded man walks east.
  The hunched, red-skinned mul walks east.
  
  The trim, amber-locked woman looks up and nods as the cloaked figures move back in to her.
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Fine show Noggen"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Jom Five!  Give me seven!"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Tank yeh."
  
  At your seat, the wiry, war-braided young man says in northern-accented sirihish, in a simple, lucid tone as he turns his attention back toward the pits:
       "I have everything I need."
  
  The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man lowers the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
  
  The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man begins guarding the trim, amber-locked woman.
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Five.... going once!"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Ah beh needed back down."
  
  >shout Six!  Mister O!
  You shout in sirihish:
       "Six!  Mister O!"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Seven, Jom."
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Once on seven!"
  
  With a faint smile, the trim, amber-locked woman says to the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man, in sirihish:
       "Hello, sergeant. Glad you could make it."
  
  >shout Seven-fifty, Mister O!
  You shout in sirihish:
       "Seven-fifty, Mister O!"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Once of Seven-fifty for Mister O!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Eight, Jom"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Twice"
  
  The well-toned, blonde woman looks up at the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man with a twist of her head.
  
  >shout Nine!  Mister O!
  You shout in sirihish:
       "Nine!  Mister O!"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Nine-fifty, Jom."
  
  >emote grins, watching towards the fighting pit.
  The effeminate, pompadoured man grins, watching towards the fighting pit.
  
  The very tall figure in a dusty orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak looks down at the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man.
  
  With a beaming grin, the well-toned, blonde woman says to the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man, in northern-accented sirihish:
       "Congratulations Sargeant"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "I have sold this same set to some of you for two large..... give me one large!"
  
  >shout One thousand!
  You shout in sirihish:
       "One thousand!"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "One large for the mystery man!"
  
  Gesturing to the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man, the trim, amber-locked woman says to the well-toned, blonde woman, in sirihish:
       "Sergeant Darani, Captain Kella has promoted Sergeant Cord. He'll be replacing Sergeant Ferathule when he leaves."
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "One and one, Jom."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Wha' do ya' think, should I give a crack at tha', Sir?"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "eleven for Jom... Once!"
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Twice!"
  
  >talk (grinning) I should really stop.
  At your seat, you say in sirihish, grinning:
       "I should really stop."
  
  With a dip of his head, the cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man says to the well-toned, blonde woman, in northern-accented sirihish:
       "Thank you Sargeant."
  
  At your seat, the well-toned, blonde woman says in northern-accented sirihish, nodding her head to the trim, amber-locked woman:
       "Good, where is Fer goin?"
  
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Might be too late, you should speak with Veric-da immediately"
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "Sold to Jom"
  
  >talk What a deal.
  At your seat, you say in sirihish:
       "What a deal."
  
  You hear a man's voice shout from the east in sirihish:
       "One and one, Jom.... congratulations."
  
  Down in the pit the tall, spindly man walks south.
  
  The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man dips his head to the huge figure in an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak turning back to surveying the surroundings.
  
  The slender dark-eyed elf lowers the hood of an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak.
  
  
  >l cruel
  A set of sinister, shooting, cobalt eyes perch above a hooked nose.  Longand well-kempt ivory hued hair settles about his head, neat and maintained,while sideburns dissipate as they near his clean-shaven jaw line.  Richebony skin fills in the remaining hues of color about his face, excludingthe single depression that rests in the middle of his chin remains ivorycolored.  Noticeably powerful shoulders are woven into the frame of thisman, while thick beefy arms drape down from them.  Connected to the arms arelarge calloused hands with neatly trimmed fingernails at each fingertip.  Achiseled, barrel chest rides atop a flat toned stomach, while below thatrests his proportionate hips.  Two legs, like small trunks, hold this man aloft obviously powerful in nature. 
  The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man is in excellent condition.
  The cruel-eyed, flaxen-tressed man is using:
  <worn on head>           a stained spiky helmet
  <worn around neck>       a spiked duskhorn collar
  <worn on right shoulder> a black epaulette with two grey shields
  <worn on left shoulder>  a black epaulette with two grey shields
  <worn on arms>           a set of spiky arm guards
  <worn around wrist>      a polished duskhorn bracer
  <worn around wrist>      a gurth shell bracer
  <worn around body>       an orange-crested, grey sandcloth cloak
  <worn on legs>           a set of spiky leg guards
  <worn on feet>           a pair of spiky boots
  
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "I can fight you Pendeh."
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "You.. fight me?"
  You hear a woman's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "Do you think I can take him?"
  You hear a man's voice from the east say, in sirihish:
       "possibly"

  Down in the pit the slight, blonde-haired man has arrived from the south.
  Down in the pit the whipcord thin man has arrived from the south.
  Down in the pit the buxom, red-haired woman has arrived from the south.
  Down in the pit The slight, blonde-haired man walks to the center of the pit.
  
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