Original Submissions by Terri of type 'Logs'

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  A Byn in the Arena
  Added on Feb 11, 2009

  Trooper Shanli had turned down a templar's offer of employment to stay in the Byn, despite a recent demotion from Sargeant. Player of Shanli can't recall why she was demoted. The templar had brought forth someone accusing her of paying him to assault Allanak soldiers.

  ---

  The white-haired blue skinned woman stops, chest heaving as she bows to the
  sleek, jakhal-eyed templar.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar asks the long-armed man, in sirihish:
       "Is this the one?"
  
  A man of average height, stand atop his massive feet.  His purely white
  hair drips down onto his powerful shoulders and cover up his lean neck.  His
  enormous chest stands out from the rest of his body, showing signs of
  extreme labor.  Dark black skin covers his entire body and two large scars
  are visible on his face.  Two intriguing green eyes are set atop a large and
  curved nose.  Two long legs extend from his torso and are mounted on his two
  massive feet.  His lengthy arms, extend far below his waist and almost
  reaching the knees.  
  The long-armed man looks relatively fit.
  
  The long-armed man is using:
  <worn on torso>          a sweat-stained, simple sandcloth shirt
  <worn on legs>           a pair of light-brown pants
  <worn on feet>           a bloodied, pair of black shoes
  
  The long-armed man looks toward you and then nods in the direction of the
  sleek, jakhal-eyed templar.
  
  You ask the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
       "Lord Templar?"
  
  The long-armed man trembles as a human soldier tightens her grip.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar moves to you a gentle smile on his lips.
  
  You think:
       "I'm screwed. Never trust a templar's smile."
  
  The white-haired blue skinned woman looks from the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar
  to the long-armed man.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
       "My Pretty Shanli, however dissapointed I may be in your decission...
  you're not in trouble."
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar asks you, in sirihish:
       "You know this man?"
  
  You say to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
       "No, Lord Templar. I do not know him."
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar asks you, in sirihish:
       "The Byn hates the soldiers for what reason?"
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar paces about, glancing from you to the
  long-armed man.
  
  You say to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
       "Lord Templar? I don't know that the Byn hates soldiers at all."
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar asks you, in sirihish:
       "So.. you didn't offer this man sid.. to kill a soldier in His militia?"
  
  You say to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
       "No, Lord Templar."
  
  You think:
       "Some sort of setup."
  
  Drawing in a long sharp breath, the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the
  long-armed man, in sirihish:
       "Sorry.."
  
  The long-armed man mumbles something as he whimpers.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar brings his bloodied, wickedly barbed whip to
  bear against the long-armed man.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed man raises a wickedly barbed whip and lashes out at
  the long-armed man.
  *CRACK* A long, bloody gash opens up on the long-armed man's back.
  
  The white-haired blue skinned woman watches quietly, face neutral in
  expression.
  
  The long-armed man yells out in pain as a whip cuts through his flesh.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar asks you, in sirihish:
       "Would you like the chance to avenge the lies this man has told against
  the noble Byn? Specifically yourself?"
  
  The long-armed man's eyes open and close and drool drips down on the ground.
  
  You say to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
       "I'd be delighted, Milord Templar. If ya think it is appropriate."
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
       "He attacked soldiers of the city... and tried to cover the act by
  saying that the Byn paid him."
  
  The long-armed man twitches and whimpers as his body shivers.
  
  The white-haired blue skinned woman rolls her eyes.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the long-armed man, in sirihish:
       "Not the sort of reputation the Byn needs..."
  
  In an amused tone, you ask the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
       "As if the Byn gonna do somethin that stupid?"
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
       "Well... they did demote you.. but I consider that a far cry from blood
  money against His men."
  
  The long-armed man opens his mouth to say something, but fails as his
  strength gives out.
  
  Tilting his head, the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar asks the long-armed man, in
  sirihish:
       "What was that?"
  
  You say to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
       "I ain't the kind ta do me Highlord that kinda dishonor, Lord Templar."
  
  Mumbling over a few words, the long-armed man asks, in sirihish:
  
       "yes ... a ..nnd she w..il..te..ll the ...tr . u ... truth?"
   
  The long-armed man groans as streaks of blood flow down his back.
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman scowls at the long-armed man.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar asks you, in sirihish:
  
       "Arena, public or private?"
   
  You ask the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "How bout the arena, Lord Templar?"
   
  The sun reaches its highest point in the sky.
  
  A final glimmer of light marks the white moon Lirathu's slow descent.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar asks you, in sirihish:
  
       "Public show... or private?"
   
  You say to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "public, Lord Templar. If it be ya will, of course."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "Do you have weapons you can lend the accused? "
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "never mind... I'll have a couple matches before then."
   
  You say to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "No, Lord Templar. All I have are my own."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "Fall in..."
   
  You now follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the long-armed man, in sirihish:
  
       "Your' going to be famous... if you win"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  Templars' Way [NS]
  
     Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
  
  crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
  
  covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
  
  Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
  
  with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
  
  the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
  
  templars and soldiers who use this way.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The thick-bearded, half giant soldier stands here.
  
  A human soldier of Tektolnes stands here vigilantly.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar asks you, in sirihish:
  
       "Oh... to the death.. or no?"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  Templars' Way [NS]
  
     Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
  
  crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
  
  covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
  
  Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
  
  with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
  
  the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
  
  templars and soldiers who use this way.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  A wide hipped, elven woman with a painted face struts, smiling at people.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  Templars' Way [NS]
  
     Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
  
  crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
  
  covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
  
  Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
  
  with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
  
  the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
  
  templars and soldiers who use this way.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  A human soldier of Tektolnes walks along here.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The long-armed man raises his gaze toward the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar and almost faints, but keeps conscious.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar asks you, in sirihish:
  
       "Or do you wish it to be a suprise?"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  Templars' Way [NSW]
  
     Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
  
  crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
  
  covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
  
  Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
  
  with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
  
  the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
  
  templars and soldiers who use this way.
  
     To the west, Miner's Road leads into the reek and constant noise of
  
  the Commoners' Quarter.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  A human soldier of Tektolnes stands here vigilantly.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  Templars' Way [NS]
  
     Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
  
  crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
  
  covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
  
  Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
  
  with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
  
  the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
  
  templars and soldiers who use this way.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  Templars' Way [NS]
  
     Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
  
  crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
  
  covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
  
  Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
  
  with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
  
  the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
  
  templars and soldiers who use this way.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  Templars' Way [NSW]
  
     Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
  
  crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
  
  covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
  
  Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
  
  with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
  
  the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
  
  templars and soldiers who use this way.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  A human soldier of Tektolnes walks along here.
  
  A dark-haired elf staggers along, carrying a load of hides.
  
  The dark, club-footed human slave is here, dragging a boulder.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  You say to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Less he tells the truth, I wish ta kill him, Milord Templar"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar lowers his head.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  Templars' Way [NSW]
  
     Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
  
  crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
  
  covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
  
  Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
  
  with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
  
  the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
  
  templars and soldiers who use this way.
  
     To the west, Stonecarver's Road leads into the reek and noise of the
  
  commoners' quarter.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  A human soldier of Tektolnes walks along here.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  You say to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Unless ya do not wish it."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  Templars' Way [NS]
  
     Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
  
  crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
  
  covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
  
  Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
  
  with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
  
  the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
  
  templars and soldiers who use this way.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  Templars' Way [NES]
  
     Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
  
  crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
  
  covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
  
  Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
  
  with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
  
  the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
  
  templars and soldiers who use this way.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks east.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk east.
   
  Arena Road [EW]
  
     Arena Road runs along the north of the Arena, home of Allanak's bloody
  
  Games.  Even from this distance, the screams of gladiators practicing inside
  
  echo over the polished bone spikes that jut above the stone walls.  The
  
  Arena itself has a smooth, polished stone wall, engraved with a variety of
  
  inscriptions, most of them depicting scenes from famous battles and
  
  gladiatorial combats.  On the north side of the road sits a row of subdued
  
  looking mud brick buildings, some occupied by merchants during the Games,
  
  and others used to store supplies or house slaves.  
  
     The road extends to the east, along the north wall of the Arena,
  
  leading towards the vast entrance.  To the west lies Templars' Way,
  
  which leads south towards the Templars' Quarter.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The short, thick-set templar stands here vigilantly.
  
  The lean, brown-haired slave trots along here.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "It is his shame against you.... your choice."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks east.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk east.
   
  Arena Road [EW]
  
     Arena Road runs along the north of the Arena, home of Allanak's bloody
  
  Games.  Even from this distance, the screams of gladiators practicing inside
  
  echo over the polished bone spikes that jut above the stone walls.  The
  
  Arena itself has a smooth, polished stone wall, engraved with a variety of
  
  inscriptions, most of them depicting scenes from famous battles and
  
  gladiatorial combats.  On the north side of the road sits a row of subdued
  
  looking mud brick buildings, some occupied by merchants during the Games,
  
  and others used to store supplies or house slaves.  
  
     The road extends to the east, along the north wall of the Arena,
  
  leading towards the vast entrance.  To the west lies Templars' Way,
  
  which leads south towards the Templars' Quarter.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks east.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk east.
   
  Arena Road [NEW]
  
     Arena Road runs along the north of the Arena, home of Allanak's bloody
  
  Games.  Even from this distance, the screams of gladiators practicing inside
  
  echo over the polished bone spikes that jut above the stone walls.  The
  
  Arena itself has a smooth, polished stone wall, engraved with a variety of
  
  inscriptions, most of them depicting scenes from famous battles and
  
  gladiatorial combats.  On the north side of the road sits a row of subdued
  
  looking mud brick buildings, some occupied by merchants during the Games,
  
  and others used to store supplies or house slaves.  
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  A squinty-eyed half elf slouches here, watching pedestrians go by.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks east.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk east.
   
  Arena Road [NEW]
  
     Arena Road runs along the north of the Arena, home of Allanak's bloody
  
  Games.  Even from this distance, the screams of gladiators practicing inside
  
  echo over the polished bone spikes that jut above the stone walls.  The
  
  Arena itself has a smooth, polished stone wall, engraved with a variety of
  
  inscriptions, most of them depicting scenes from famous battles and
  
  gladiatorial combats.  On the north side of the road sits a row of subdued
  
  looking mud brick buildings, some occupied by merchants during the Games,
  
  and others used to store supplies or house slaves.  
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks east.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk east.
   
  Arena Road [ESW]
  
     Arena Road runs along the north of the Arena, home of Allanak's bloody
  
  Games.  Even from this distance, the screams of gladiators practicing inside
  
  echo over the polished bone spikes that jut above the stone walls.  The
  
  Arena itself has a smooth, polished stone wall, engraved with a variety of
  
  inscriptions, most of them depicting scenes from famous battles and
  
  gladiatorial combats.  On the north side of the road sits a row of subdued
  
  looking mud brick buildings, some occupied by merchants during the Games,
  
  and others used to store supplies or house slaves.  
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks south.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk south.
   
  The Arena Gate [NESWU]
  
     The gate to the arena stands here, open for either a Game or a
  
  gladitorial practice.  Sturdy bars stand in front of the gritty sand of the
  
  arena floor, restraining spectators tempted to take a more active part in
  
  the Games.  The arena itself sprawls out, its surface covered with blood-
  
  spattered sand.  Stairs leading up to the stands of the arena lie to the
  
  east and west, exits to the training cells and cages beyond them.  
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the north.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the north.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the north, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks west.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk west.
   
  Entrance to the Stands [ESU]
  
  A stone stairway leads up to the stands, its withered, smooth surface
  
  having known the tread of thousands of feet.  Above your head you hear
  
  the jeers and shouts of the spectators, inciting the combatants on the
  
  Arena floor.
  
       A door is on the south wall, and another leads east to the
  
  Arena entrance.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks south.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk south.
   
  A Torch-lit Hallway [NS]
  
     Lit by flickering torches of styrax wood, this hallway is unfurnished.
  
  The sounds of the stands roofing it, the cries of the arena crowds and the
  
  constant noise of moving feet overhead, echo along its length, the
  
  reverbations amplified by the worn stone flooring underfoot.  
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the north.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the north.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the north, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar opens the door.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks south.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk south.
   
  Entrance to the Arena Floor [NESW]
  
  You stand at the entrance to the Arena floor, before a large
  
  metal door through which monsters for the Games are lead through,
  
  in order to meet death at the end of a gladiator's sword.  Two doors,
  
  set into the stone wall which holds up the Arena's underside, are
  
  south and west of you, and a tunnel-like hallway leads north toward the
  
  entrance to the Arena stands.
  
  A tarnished brass chain hangs down from the ceiling.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The flame-color haired templar stands here overlooking the arena beasts.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the north.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the north.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the north, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  You think:
  
       "Other fella's going to probably be a strong killer."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar pulls on a tarnished brass chain, causing a loud bell to ring up above.
  
  A loud bell chimes, echoing across the city.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar pulls on a tarnished brass chain, causing a loud bell to ring up above.
  
  A loud bell chimes, echoing across the city.
   
  You sit down and rest your tired bones.
   
  You suffer from use of the Way.
  
  You contact the rugged, runic-tattooed man with the Way.
  
  The long-armed man groans as he hears the shrill of a bell.
   
  You suffer from use of the Way.
  
  You send a telepathic message to the rugged, runic-tattooed man:
  
      "I need a witness. Get ta the arena as soon as ya can."
   
  The flame-color haired templar exclaims, in sirihish:
  
       "At once!"
  
  The flame-color haired templar orders that the gith gladiator to be released into the arena.
   
  You suffer from use of the Way.
  
  You send a telepathic message to the rugged, runic-tattooed man:
  
      "I'm ta fight a man who accuses the byn of givin him money to kill soldiers"
   
  You dissolve the psychic link.
   
  You stop resting, and stand up.
   
  The flame-color haired templar exclaims, in sirihish:
  
       "At once!"
  
  The flame-color haired templar orders that a mullish gladiator to be released into the arena.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: the gith gladiator parries a mullish gladiator's attack.
  
  On The Beast's Chraden: the gith gladiator lightly slashes a mullish gladiator's body.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator swiftly dodges the gith gladiator's slashes.
  
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator nimbly avoids the gith gladiator's circle kick.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: the gith gladiator slashes a mullish gladiator, barely grazing his body.
  
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator nimbly avoids the gith gladiator's circle kick.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator swiftly dodges the gith gladiator's slashes.
  
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator avoids being bashed by the gith gladiator, who loses his balance and falls.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator swiftly dodges the gith gladiator's slashes.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says, in sirihish:
  
       "I like to give them  a little something to watch... before the main event"
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator swiftly dodges the gith gladiator's slashes.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator swiftly dodges the gith gladiator's slashes.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator swiftly dodges the gith gladiator's slashes.
  
  The white-haired blue skinned woman nods, chuckling.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator swiftly dodges the gith gladiator's slashes.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator bludgeons the gith gladiator's neck, doing horrendous damage.
  
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator swiftly dodges the gith gladiator's slashes.
   
  The long-armed man coughs.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator bludgeons the gith gladiator on his leg, wounding him.
  
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator swiftly dodges the gith gladiator's slashes.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator swiftly dodges the gith gladiator's slashes.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator parries the gith gladiator's attack.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator bludgeons the gith gladiator on his foot, wounding him.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the long-armed man, in sirihish:
  
       "Don't worry... your wounds will be tended"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar pulls on a tarnished brass chain, causing a loud bell to ring up above.
  
  A loud bell chimes, echoing across the city.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator bludgeons the gith gladiator on his leg, wounding him.
  
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator tries to kick the gith gladiator in the chest, but he steps aside.
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: the gith gladiator parries a mullish gladiator's attack.
  
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator knocks the gith gladiator senseless with a brutal circle kick.
  
  On The Beast's Chraden: a bone longsword clatters to the ground as the gith gladiator releases it.
  
  On The Beast's Chraden: the gith gladiator crumples to the ground.
  
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator bludgeons the gith gladiator's head, doing horrendous damage.
  
  On The Beast's Chraden: 
  
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar has arrived from the north.
  
  The thick-bearded, half-giant soldier has arrived from the north.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the north.
   
  You ask the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Lord Templar, ya don't give the kankdroppins that fella said any belief, do ya?"
   
  On The Beast's Chraden: a mullish gladiator walks west.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: a mullish gladiator has arrived from the east.
   
  Someone sends:
  
       "he's LD"
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar glances about slowly, his hands clasped before him.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar exclaims to the bald, pallid-skinned templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Ahhh... Lord Kriztok!"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the bald, pallid-skinned templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Just setting up a bit of an honor duel."
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman bows deeply to the bald, pallid-skinned templar.
   
  Inclining his head as he glances to the arena floor momentarily, the bald, pallid-skinned templar asks the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Indeed? what are the stakes?"
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar looks at you.
   
  l pallid before lowering her eyes
  A set of dark brown eyes peer out from sunken sockets upon this human's face.  His height and weight average for a person of his race, this man's most distinctive feature is his pale white skin, almost appearing as though it lacks pigmentation of any kind.  His bald head, lacking growth of any type while hair still does remain upon other parts of his body.  Growing from his chin, a stiletto beard, which is long, narrow, black in color, and pointed at the end.  His nose is short and pudgy and while it does not extend lengthwise very far, it still remains quite wide and pronounced.  The man's limbs show what the rest of his body has already demonstrated.  This man is neither overly obese, nor muscular.  Instead his build nestles nicely between the two, hiding all definition of muscle while at the same time not hanging loose about him. The bald, pallid-skinned templar is in excellent condition.
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar is using:
  
  <worn on head>           a blue silk hood
  
  <worn around neck>       a medallion of Tektolnes
  
  <worn across back>       a gwoshi-hide knapsack
  
  <worn on right finger>   an obsidian templar ring
  
  <worn on left finger>    a Kadian signet ring
  
  <worn around body>       a blue, hooded templar's robe
  
  <worn on legs>           a pair of blue silk pants
  
  <worn on feet>           a pair of black leather boots
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar looks at the long-armed man.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the bald, pallid-skinned templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Seems this man here claims the Byn, specifically Shanli... paid him to attempt to murder a soldier."
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar glances between you and the long-armed man with an extended gaze.
   
  The long-armed man raises his weary eyes to gaze upon the bald, pallid-skinned templar.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the bald, pallid-skinned templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Shanli wishes to beat him to death, until he speaks the truth..."
   
  With a nod as he regards the long-armed man, the bald, pallid-skinned templar says to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Excellent, I always enjoy a good fight"
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman nods, giving the long-armed man a hard stare.
   
  The long-armed man trembles as he hears the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar say a few words.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says, in sirihish:
  
       "Now... lets tend to those lashes."
   
  Nodding to the long-armed man, the bald, pallid-skinned templar asks the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Are you going to give him a weapon?"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the long-armed man, in sirihish:
  
       "He can pick from the Gith dead."
   
  The long-armed man coughs.
   
  With a nod, looking to the gate, the bald, pallid-skinned templar says, in sirihish:
  
       "Pity, I was hoping to see them fight it out bare handed."
   
  On The Western Arena Floor: a mullish gladiator walks north.
  
  The First Chraden: a mullish gladiator has arrived from the south.
   
  You think:
  
       "Hope to Tek not."
   
  Pausing, the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "Up to you..."
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar says to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "It's always pleasant to see someone killed by the raw might of the hand"
   
  Indicating your jagged chitin scimitar, you ask the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "I be a swordsman, Lords Templar. I prefer these, if I may?"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar nods.
   
  The long-armed man glances at a jagged chitin scimitar and trembles with fear.
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar asks the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in an unfamiliar tongue:
  
       "Ii sis'g pu rygh uo i jepsi fkyh koy, qu uuy feryuiu lpa Bon if huslojs qvy ioouiehy wcooz?"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar calls out for the gates of the arena to be opened.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar opens the gate.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar opens the gate from the other side.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the bald, pallid-skinned templar, in sirihish:
  
       "We shall see..."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the bald, pallid-skinned templar, in sirihish:
  
       "and since the only reason he picked her was because I gave him the information.... I have no reason to believe him"
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar nods his head once, glancing between you and the long-armed man.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks east.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar has arrived from the west.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk east.
   
  The Arena Floor [NESW]
  
     You are on the west side of the Arena, between the First and Third
  
  Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
  
  further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
  
  sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
  
  and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
  
  those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
  
     The Arena continues to the east, and a giant iron gate lies to your
  
  west, firmly shut, trapping you inside for the spectators' amusement.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  A mullish gladiator has arrived from the north.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks west.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk west.
   
  Entrance to the Arena Floor [NESW]
  
  You stand at the entrance to the Arena floor, before a large
  
  metal door through which monsters for the Games are lead through,
  
  in order to meet death at the end of a gladiator's sword.  Two doors,
  
  set into the stone wall which holds up the Arena's underside, are
  
  south and west of you, and a tunnel-like hallway leads north toward the
  
  entrance to the Arena stands.
  
  A tarnished brass chain hangs down from the ceiling.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  A human soldier of Tektolnes stands here vigilantly.
  
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar is standing here.
  
  The thick-bearded, half giant soldier stands here.
  
  The flame-color haired templar stands here overlooking the arena beasts.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the half-giant soldier walks west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the human soldier walks west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the half-giant soldier walks west, dragging the long-armed man behind her.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar calls out for the gates of the arena to be closed.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar closes the gate.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar closes the gate from the other side.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar dusts the flame-color haired templar off.
   
  Entrance to the Arena Floor [NESW]
  
  You stand at the entrance to the Arena floor, before a large
  
  metal door through which monsters for the Games are lead through,
  
  in order to meet death at the end of a gladiator's sword.  Two doors,
  
  set into the stone wall which holds up the Arena's underside, are
  
  south and west of you, and a tunnel-like hallway leads north toward the
  
  entrance to the Arena stands.
  
  A tarnished brass chain hangs down from the ceiling.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The long-armed man stands here, held by the half-giant soldier.
  
  A human soldier of Tektolnes stands here vigilantly.
  
  A half-giant soldier of Tektolnes stands here impassively.
  
  A human soldier of Tektolnes stands here vigilantly.
  
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar is standing here.
  
  The thick-bearded, half giant soldier stands here.
  
  The flame-color haired templar stands here overlooking the arena beasts.
   
  Handlers move through the arena, corralling the occupants back into the slaves and animal pens.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar calls out for the gates of the arena to be opened.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar opens the gate.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar opens the gate from the other side.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks east.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar has arrived from the west.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk east.
   
  The Arena Floor [NESW]
  
     You are on the west side of the Arena, between the First and Third
  
  Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
  
  further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
  
  sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
  
  and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
  
  those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
  
     The Arena continues to the east, and a giant iron gate lies to your
  
  west, firmly shut, trapping you inside for the spectators' amusement.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks east.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk east.
   
  The Beast's Chraden [NESW]
  
     You are at the Beast's Chraden, a large mound of dirt piled high in the
  
  center of the arena.  Set into the top of the mound is a reinforced
  
  trapdoor, from which the beasts and gladiators that fight for the
  
  entertainment of Allanak are herded out of.  The ground around this chraden
  
  is a mixture of tanned sand, and dark-red of dried blood; the tell-tale
  
  sign of countless battles fought.  The arsign of countless battles fought.  The arena continues in all directions.
  
  The body of the gith gladiator fills your nostrils with a morbid stench.
  
  A bone longsword lies here.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west, dragging the long-armed man behind.
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar has arrived from the west.
  
  The thick-bearded, half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman grins down at the dead gith.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar shouts, in sirihish:
  
       "People of Allanak! Today we have a duel! Between one that would Slander the Byn's good name!"
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar reaches up, stroking his beard as he looks to the crowd.
   
  A loud bell chimes, echoing across the city.
   
  A loud bell chimes, echoing across the city.
   
  A loud bell chimes, echoing across the city.
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman looks over the stands calmly.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar shouts, in sirihish:
  
       "The champion for the Byn... Trooper Shanli!"
   
  You think:
  
       "I wish there were Byn up there, present. I just...if I die, I want them ta see it."
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar glances towards the body of the gith gladiator for a long moment as he strokes his long, slender beard.
   
  You think:
  
       "An if I live..I want someone ta back up me braggin."
  
  The long-armed man chokes on his saliva as he hears the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar.
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman smiles.
   
  Motiontioning to the long-armed man, the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar shouts, in sirihish:
  
       "The man accused.. the criminal who claims the Byn hired him to assassinate soldiers.... Dirr...."
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar looks at the long-armed man with a momentary gaze.
   
  The long-armed man groans and shakes.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar picks up a bone longsword.
   
  You think:
  
       "Scared as a jozhal. Either he was stupid an manipulated, or he's real good an pretendin."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "one weapon only.. keep it remotely fair."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar gives a bone longsword to the long-armed man.
   
  You say to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "As ya wish, Lord Templar."
   
  The long-armed man tries to hold on to his bone longsword.
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar gathers in his blue, hooded templar's robe, striding westward along the floor.
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar walks west.
  
  The thick-bearded, half-giant soldier walks west.
  
  The human soldier walks west.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar gives the half-giant soldier an order.
  
  The half-giant soldier releases the long-armed man, who immediately moves away.
   
  The long-armed man brandishes a bone longsword.
   
  You draw a jagged chitin scimitar.
   
  The long-armed man steps back in fear.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar looks down at the long-armed man.
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman salutes the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar with the your jagged chitin scimitar.
   
  You shout in sirihish:
  
       "For the Highlord an the T'zai Byn!"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar shouts, in sirihish:
  
       "In the name of the Highlord! May he with truth... force the other to yeild... or take thier life!"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar shouts, in sirihish:
  
       "All Hail the highlord!"
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman turns, watching the long-armed man.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar stops leading the white-haired blue skinned woman.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks west.
  
  The half-giant soldier walks west.
  
  The human soldier walks west.
  
  The half-giant soldier walks west.
   
  The long-armed man mumbles something.
   
  You ask the long-armed man, in sirihish:
  
       "Ya gonna tell the truth?"
   
  The long-armed man says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "I did ... tell it."
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman crouches, left side towards the long-armed man.
   
  You say to the long-armed man, in sirihish:
  
       "No. I never saw ya before. Nor paid ya money. Ya are a liar."
   
  The long-armed man says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "Ahh ... yer memory is weak."
  
  The white-haired blue skinned woman grins.
   
  The long-armed man says, in sirihish:
  
       "Everything will be found .... sooner or later."
   
  You say to the long-armed man, in sirihish:
  
       "Come an get some, fool."
   
  The long-armed man says, in sirihish:
  
       "if you say so ..."
   
  The long-armed man makes a desperate lunge at you.
   
  You deftly parry the long-armed man's attack.
   
  You deftly parry the long-armed man's attack.
   
  The long-armed man slashes at you, but you dodge out of the way.
   
  The long-armed man swings his bone longsword horizontaly slashing at you.
   
  You deftly parry the long-armed man's attack.
   
  The long-armed man swiftly dodges your slash.
   
  You slash the long-armed man's arm.
   
  The long-armed man raies his bone longsword in an overhead chop bringing it to you.
   
  You nick the long-armed man's leg with your slash.
  
  The white-haired blue skinned woman parries, reversing to catch the long-armed man's arm.
   
  You deftly parry the long-armed man's attack.
  
  You slash the long-armed man's body.
   
  You wound the long-armed man on his head with a brutal slash.
   
  The long-armed man swiftly dodges your slash.
   
  The long-armed man jabs desperatly at you.
   
  You lightly slash the long-armed man's leg.
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Kick his ass! Murderize him!".
   
  The long-armed man slashes at you, but you dodge out of the way.
  
  You slash the long-armed man very hard on his body.
   
  From the stands over head the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar shouts, " You have the chance to yeild the Truth!".
   
  The long-armed man parries your attack.
  
  The long-armed man swings back in despair.
   
  You deftly parry the long-armed man's attack.
  
  You say to the long-armed man, in sirihish:
  
       "Tell the truth."
   
  You deftly parry the long-armed man's attack.
   
  assess long
  The long-armed man is in terrible condition.
  
  The long-armed man does not look tired.
   
  You deftly parry the long-armed man's attack.
  
  You land a solid slash to the long-armed man's body.
   
  The long-armed man shouts, in sirihish:
  
       "Alright I lied"
   
  A loud voice booms from over head: "Shout now you lie, and you may have a chance".
   
  The long-armed man parries your attack.
   
  The long-armed man panics, and attempts to flee.
  
  The long-armed man runs west.
   
  From the stands over head the spidery, black-haired man shouts, " Kill him anyway!".
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Woooo! Hit him again! Chop his head off!".
   
  You shout in sirihish:
  
       "He admits he lied!"
   
  The Arena Floor [NESW]
  
     You are on the west side of the Arena, between the First and Third
  
  Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
  
  further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
  
  sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
  
  and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
  
  those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
  
     The Arena continues to the east, and a giant iron gate lies to your
  
  west, firmly shut, trapping you insidwest, firmly shut, trapping you inside for the spectators' amusement.
  
  The long-armed man is standing here, bleeding profusely.
  
  The long-armed man sits down.
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Kill him anyway!".
  
  The long-armed man chokes with pain.
   
  You say to the long-armed man, in sirihish:
  
       "Tell em the truth"
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Woooo!".
   
  You shout in sirihish:
  
       "What be the will of the Lord Templar?"
   
  The long-armed man shouts, in sirihish:
  
       "I lied .... the Byn had nothing to do with it"
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Make him pay!".
   
  The long-armed man drops his bone longsword.
   
  The long-armed man stops using a bone longsword.
   
  The long-armed man drops a bone longsword.
   
  The long-armed man faints back and hits the ground.
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman looks around at the stands.
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Make him a Byn slave!".
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Then kill him!".
   
  You sheathe a jagged chitin scimitar.
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Make him bleed! I want blood!".
   
  You shout in sirihish:
  
       "Lord Templar, what be thy will?"
   
  The long-armed man chokes on his own blood as it spills out of his mouth.
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD!".
   
  The long-armed man coughs, and blood flies in every direction.
   
  You think:
  
       "Now that's a fella needs a life."
   
  From the stands over head the spidery, black-haired man shouts, " (glancing back at the templars) I'll give you five hundred coins to stick your sword into him again. That fight was pathetic!".
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman shrugs.
   
  You ask the long-armed man, in sirihish:
  
       "Why did ya accuse the Byn? An me?"
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Stop talking!".
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Make them fight!".
   
  The long-armed man opens his mouthm trying to mumble out words.
   
  assess long
  The long-armed man looks near death.
  
  The long-armed man does not look tired.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar opens the gate from the other side.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar has arrived from the west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Wooo!".
   
  Coughing, the long-armed man says, in sirihish:
  
       "a ... lie .... to sa ... ve me..h se."
   
  You say, in sirihish:
  
       "I'll kill him if it is ya wish, Lord Templar"
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " YEAH! Execute him! Let's see some blood!".
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "His life is yours... for the insult."
   
  The long-armed man faints back and his eyes roll closed as streaks of blood flow down his head.
   
  You hit the long-armed man, barely grazing his body.
  
  The long-armed man swiftly dodges your hit.
   
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
  
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
   
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
  
  The long-armed man viciously leaps toward you, but a sweat-stained, new pair of one-striped studded sleeves gets in the way.
   
  The long-armed man deftly avoids your slow kick.
   
  You viciously leap toward the long-armed man, but a bloodied, sweat-stained, simple sandcloth shirt gets in the way.
  
  You hit the long-armed man, barely grazing his body.
  
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
  
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
   
  The long-armed man gives out a last sighs as hee sees a blade coming.
   
  You hit the long-armed man, barely grazing his body.
  
  The long-armed man swiftly dodges your hit.
  
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
  
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
   
  You nick the long-armed man's neck with your hit.
  
  The long-armed man swiftly dodges your hit.
  
  The long-armed man's attack on you is absorbed by a sweat-stained, new crimson jakhal-hide jacket.
  
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
   
  The long-armed man lunges at you, but his blow is deftly deflected by a sweat-stained, new pair of one-striped studded sleeves.
  
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Knock his block off!".
   
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
  
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
   
  You hit the long-armed man, barely grazing his arm.
  
  You hit the long-armed man, barely grazing his arm.
  
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
  
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
   
  The long-armed man swiftly dodges your hit.
  
  The long-armed man swiftly dodges your hit.
  
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
  
  The long-armed man hits at you, but you dodge out of the way.
   
  Your attack on the long-armed man is absorbed by a pair of light-brown pants.
  
  You hit the long-armed man, barely grazing his leg.
  
  The long-armed man crumples to the ground.
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " YEAH!!!! Woooo!".
   
  You draw a jagged chitin scimitar.
   
  You inflict a grievous wound on the long-armed man's neck with your slash.
  
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " WOO!!!!! Yeah!".
   
  You behead the body of the long-armed man.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar's lips peel back to a thin smile.
   
  You sheathe a jagged chitin scimitar.
   
  You pick up the head of the long-armed man.
  
  It is very light, and empty.
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar has arrived from the west.
  
  The thick-bearded, half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman bows, offering the head to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar.
   
  As he comes to a stop, the bald, pallid-skinned templar asks the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in an unfamiliar tongue:
  
       "Yoa jyqi gei goe hyosj kirn fih Lajs Suhip?"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the bald, pallid-skinned templar, in sirihish:
  
       "His life was hers.... for the insult alone.. it was thier duel."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the bald, pallid-skinned templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Had she let him live... I would have killed him."
   
  With a nod, the bald, pallid-skinned templar says to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in an unfamiliar tongue:
  
       "Speca ad deieui heiy juoh yyio zeqotuiq."
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " Yeah!!! That was great!".
   
  Softly, you say, in sirihish:
  
       "He did attack a soldier, after all, Lords Templar. THat's jus' wrong."
   
  From the stands over head the stocky, mottled man shouts, " More more more!".
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar says to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in an unfamiliar tongue:
  
       "A fyrzui gyhifoen ry ooag qajisiu sioiw ki ur eiqam I kyreuha, ojo iui iaat iuki 500 pousg sivafw ro oah."
   
  You think:
  
       "Bet that fella wouldn't think it was so great from in here."
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar shrugs lightly, gasting a momentary glance to you.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the bald, pallid-skinned templar, in sirihish:
  
       "You are so right."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "Come, present the head to the noble that wished you to finish the fight."
   
  You think:
  
       "Don't like this. Why isn't it over?"
   
  The petite pale-skinned woman has arrived from the west.
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman bows to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar.
   
  Feathery brown hair frames the petite woman's face, falling in a tumble
  
  over her shoulders.  Eyes the hue of rich, fertile soil gaze studiously over
  
  a narrow nose and full rosy lips.  A short slender scar runs down the side
  
  of her chin, marring her otherwise flawless cream-toned skin.  Though small
  
  in stature, she bears well-muscled yet curvaceous lines.  
  
  The petite pale-skinned woman is in excellent condition.
   
  The petite pale-skinned woman is using:
  
  <worn around neck>       a blue ceramic charm
  
  <worn about throat>      an elegant opal brooch
  
  <worn across back>       a leather-strapped, rich purple satchel
  
  <worn on arms>           a new pair of azure-sigilled black armbands
  
  <worn around wrist>      a purple-spiralled bone bracelet
  
  <worn around body>       a black and azure hooded cloak
  
  <worn on legs>           a deep blue, split silk skirt
  
  <worn on right ankle>    a polished, opal-inset charm
  
  <worn on feet>           a new pair of knee-high black boots with azure sigils
   
  The petite pale-skinned woman curtsies to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar and the bald, pallid-skinned templar before approaching you.
  
  You now follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar.
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman nods respectfully to the petite pale-skinned woman.
   
  Holding a small purse out, the petite pale-skinned woman says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "This is from Lord Hardestadt Oash."
   
  The petite pale-skinned woman gives you 500 coins.
   
  You ask the petite pale-skinned woman, in sirihish:
  
       "Tell him he has me thanks, an I'll drink ta his health, Miss. Does Lord Oash wish the head?"
   
  Tilting his head, the bald, pallid-skinned templar asks the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in an unfamiliar tongue:
  
       "Daj Losf Oihq hurjudotohzo go ujuiqhh yook gegrew?"
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman slips the pouch into her belt.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar shakes his head to the bald, pallid-skinned templar.
   
  You put a pile of allanaki coins inside a leather swordbelt.
   
  Thoughtfully, the petite pale-skinned woman says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "I can ask him, and let you know. I'm Nari, Aid to House Oash. I didn't get your name.."
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar says to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in an unfamiliar tongue:
  
       "Fui ap iaamju zoet iah syax enasoquhp xig ao axykuia joagigh."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar nods.
   
  You say to the petite pale-skinned woman, in sirihish:
  
       "I be Shanli, trooper of the Byn."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says, in sirihish:
  
       "When you are ready to leave the Arena Floor Nari."
   
  Smiling and inclining her head, the petite pale-skinned woman says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "Well met then, Trooper Shanli."
   
  Looking between the petite pale-skinned woman and you, the bald, pallid-skinned templar says, in sirihish:
  
       "This isn't a social club."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks west.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk west.
   
  Entrance to the Arena Floor [NESW]
  
  You stand at the entrance to the Arena floor, before a large
  
  metal door through which monsters for the Games are lead through,
  
  in order to meet death at the end of a gladiator's sword.  Two doors,
  
  set into the stone wall which holds up the Arena's underside, are
  
  south and west of you, and a tunnel-like hallway leads north toward the
  
  entrance to the Arena stands.
  
  A tarnished brass chain hangs down from the ceiling.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The flame-color haired templar stands here overlooking the arena beasts.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the half-giant soldier walks west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the human soldier walks west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the half-giant soldier walks west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
   
  On The Western Arena Floor: the bald, pallid-skinned templar walks west.
  
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar has arrived from the east.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the thick-bearded, half-giant soldier walks west.
  
  The thick-bearded, half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the human soldier walks west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the east.
   
  On The Western Arena Floor: the petite pale-skinned woman walks west.
  
  The petite pale-skinned woman has arrived from the east.
  
  The white-haired blue skinned woman chuckles softly.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar calls out for the gates of the arena to be closed.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar closes the gate.
  
  On The Western Arena Floor: the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar closes the gate from the other side.
   
  The petite pale-skinned woman walks north.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the bald, pallid-skinned templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Give them something that is entertaining."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to the bald, pallid-skinned templar, in sirihish:
  
       "You've such a better feel for it than I do."
   
  With a nod, the bald, pallid-skinned templar says to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "Indeed, I'll go grab an elf from the quarter"
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar says to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "I don't want to pay to release the beasts again."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says, in sirihish:
  
       "Another seems willing to attack the soldiers"
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar says to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "You see, always another"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  A Torch-lit Hallway [NS]
  
     Lit by flickering torches of styrax wood, this hallway is unfurnished.
  
  The sounds of the stands roofing it, the cries of the arena crowds and the
  
  constant noise of moving feet overhead, echo along its length, the
  
  reverbations amplified by the worn stone flooring underfoot.  
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  Entrance to the Stands [ESU]
  
  A stone stairway leads up to the stands, its withered, smooth surface
  
  having known the tread of thousands of feet.  Above your head you hear
  
  the jeers and shouts of the spectators, inciting the combatants on the
  
  Arena floor.
  
       A door is on the south wall, and another leads east to the
  
  Arena entrance.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks east.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk east.
   
  The Arena Gate [NESWU]
  
     The gate to the arena stands here, open for either a Game or a
  
  gladitorial practice.  Sturdy bars stand in front of the gritty sand of the
  
  arena floor, restraining spectators tempted to take a more active part in
  
  the Games.  The arena itself sprawls out, its surface covered with blood-
  
  spattered sand.  Stairs leading up to the stands of the arena lie to the
  
  east and west, exits to the training cells and cages beyond them.  
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The petite pale-skinned woman is standing here.
  
  A veteran mercenary is standing here at attention.
  
  The spidery, black-haired man is standing here.
  
  A veteran mercenary is standing here at attention.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
   
  The bald, pallid-skinned templar has arrived from the west.
  
  The thick-bearded, half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the west.
  
  The white-haired blue skinned woman smiles at the petite pale-skinned woman.
   
  Nodding, the petite pale-skinned woman asks the spidery, black-haired man, in sirihish:
  
       "Saw someone, didn't get a look at him though. The big one, kind of thick around the middle, wearing the sandcloth cloak?"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar inclines his head.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks north.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk north.
   
  Arena Road [ESW]
  
     Arena Road runs along the north of the Arena, home of Allanak's bloody
  
  Games.  Even from this distance, the screams of gladiators practicing inside
  
  echo over the polished bone spikes that jut above the stone walls.  The
  
  Arena itself has a smooth, polished stone wall, engraved with a variety of
  
  inscriptions, most of them depicting scenes from famous battles and
  
  gladiatorial combats.  On the north side of the road sits a row of subdued
  
  looking mud brick buildings, some occupied by merchants during the Games,
  
  and others used to store supplies or house slaves.  
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the south.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks west.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk west.
   
  Arena Road [NEW]
  
     Arena Road runs along the north of the Arena, home of Allanak's bloody
  
  Games.  Even from this distance, the screams of gladiators practicing inside
  
  echo over the polished bone spikes that jut above the stone walls.  The
  
  Arena itself has a smooth, polished stone wall, engraved with a variety of
  
  inscriptions, most of them depicting scenes from famous battles and
  
  gladiatorial combats.  On the north side of the road sits a row of subdued
  
  looking mud brick buildings, some occupied by merchants during the Games,
  
  and others used to store supplies or house slaves.  
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
   
  The stocky, mottled man has arrived from the west.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks west.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk west.
   
  Arena Road [NEW]
  
     Arena Road runs along the north of the Arena, home of Allanak's bloody
  
  Games.  Even from this distance, the screams of gladiators practicing inside
  
  echo over the polished bone spikes that jut above the stone walls.  The
  
  Arena itself has a smooth, polished stone wall, engraved with a variety of
  
  inscriptions, most of them depicting scenes from famous battles and
  
  gladiatorial combats.  On the north side of the road sits a row of subdued
  
  looking mud brick buildings, some occupied by merchants during the Games,
  
  and others used to store supplies or house slaves.  
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  A squinty-eyed half elf slouches here, watching pedestrians go by.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
   
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk west.
   
  Arena Road [EW]
  
     Arena Road runs along the north of the Arena, home of Allanak's bloody
  
  Games.  Even from this distance, the screams of gladiators practicing inside
  
  echo over the polished bone spikes that jut above the stone walls.  The
  
  Arena itself has a smooth, polished stone wall, engraved with a variety of
  
  inscriptions, most of them depicting scenes from famous battles and
  
  gladiatorial combats.  On the north side ofgladiatorial combats.  On the north side of the road sits a row of subdued
  
  looking mud brick buildings, some occupied by merchants during the Games,
  
  and others used to store supplies or house slaves.  
  
     The road extends to the east, along the north wall of the Arena,
  
  leading towards the vast entrance.  To the west lies Templars' Way,
  
  which leads south towards the Templars' Quarter.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks west.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk west.
   
  Arena Road [EW]
  
     Arena Road runs along the north of the Arena, home of Allanak's bloody
  
  Games.  Even from this distance, the screams of gladiators practicing inside
  
  echo over the polished bone spikes that jut above the stone walls.  The
  
  Arena itself has a smooth, polished stone wall, engraved with a variety of
  
  inscriptions, most of them depicting scenes from famous battles and
  
  gladiatorial combats.  On the north side ofgladiatorial combats.  On the north side of the road sits a row of subdued
  
  looking mud brick buildings, some occupied by merchants during the Games,
  
  and others used to store supplies or house slaves.  
  
     The road extends to the east, along the north wall of the Arena,
  
  leading towards the vast entrance.  To the west lies Templars' Way,
  
  which leads south towards the Templars' Quarter.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks west.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk west.
   
  Templars' Way [NES]
  
     Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
  
  crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
  
  covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
  
  Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
  
  with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
  
  the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
  
  templars and soldiers who use this way.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  A dark-haired elf staggers along, carrying a load of hides.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the east.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the east.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks south.
  
  You follow the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, and walk south.
   
  Templars' Way [NS]
  
     Templars' Way stretches north and south through the very heart of the
  
  crowded city. The road is made of large, black-colored stones that are
  
  covered with dust, dung, and other unsavory materials. It passes under the
  
  Arena's morbid shadow, a gigantic structure standing to the east. Bustling
  
  with activity, the Commoners' Quarter lies to the west. Crowds pass along
  
  the street, hurrying on errands and avoiding the keen-eyed glances of the
  
  templars and soldiers who use this way.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar is standing here.
  
  - a ball of green light floats about his head.
  
  A human soldier of Tektolnes walks along here.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the north.
  
  The human soldier has arrived from the north.
  
  The half-giant soldier has arrived from the north.
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "YOu are dismissed... you did a fine show, Shanli..."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar says to you, in sirihish:
  
       "Pity you consider yourself so unpolished"
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar stops leading the white-haired blue skinned woman.
   
  You say to the sleek, jakhal-eyed templar, in sirihish:
  
       "I thank ya, for ya faith in me, Lord Templar."
   
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar walks south.
  
  The half-giant soldier walks south.
  
  The human soldier walks south.
  
  The half-giant soldier walks south.
  
  The white-haired blue skinned woman smiles to herself as she turns.
   
  
  The Gateway to the T'zai Byn [ESW]
  
     Massive gray stone arches mark the entrance to the T'zai Byn, also known
  
  as the Allanaki Mercenaries' Guild. A large black banner bearing a purple
  
  dragon hangs proudly across the thick stone wall to the north, while arches
  
  open to the east, south, and west. A heavy wooden gate is set beneath the
  
  eastern arch, while a small courtyard is visible through the western arch.
  
  Warriors' Way lies to the south.
  
     The hustle and bustle of the road to the south can be heard, and a large
  
  amount of traffic passes in that direction. Most of the people here form a
  
  line before the gate to the east.
  
  The obsidian-skinned dwarf is here, holding his swords at the ready.
  
  The solid, sun-darkened half-giant is here, looming over the crowd.
  
  The rugged, war-braided man keeps watch over the courtyard here.
  
  The rugged, gray-haired woman stands beside the massive gate here.
  
  The scar-faced green elf scratches his belly as he keeps watch here.
  
  The hulking, dark gray half-giant stands here, looking around slowly.
   
  The obsidian-skinned dwarf watches as you approach the gate.
  
  Ok.
   
  The rugged, gray-haired woman and you salute each other.
  
  A Stony Path [EW]
  
     Small, sharp gray gravel covers the ground here, forming a path leading
  
  east and west. To the north, a massive gray stone wall rises up perhaps
  
  fourteen cords into the air. To the south, a massive, utilitarian-looking
  
  stone building reaches up into the sky, with arrow slits set at regular
  
  intervals along its length.
  
     Warriors of all kinds walk along here, either striding along to the east
  
  or queuing up to be let out through the gateway to the west.
  
  The rugged, brown-haired woman stands here vigilantly, beside the gate.
  
  The muscular, sandy-brown dwarf is standing here.
  
  The monstrous, battle-scarred mul keeps watch over the path here.
  
  The thick-boned half-giant is here, standing to one side of the gate.
   
  You think:
  
       "Wish the Lieutenant was up, so's I could report."
   
  A Stony Path [NESW]
  
     Small, sharp gray gravel covers the ground here, forming a path leading
  
  east and west. To the north, the path opens up into a large, dusty yard. To
  
  the south, a large hallway marks the entrance to a massive, utilitarian-
  
  looking stone building.
  
     Warriors of all kinds walk along here, either striding along to the east
  
  or queuing up to be let out through the gateway to the west.
  
  The bald, one-eyed man leans against the side of the hall here.
  
  The copper-skinned, claw-scarred elf is here, watching the path.
  
  The muscular, violet eyed woman stands here vigilantly.
  
  The fat-headed, spear-tattooed man chuckles as he talks here.
  
  The robust gray dwarf is standing here, watching the sky.
   
  The Drill Yard [NESW]
  
     This large, dusty yard is set in the middle of several buildings, most
  
  of them fairly tall. The sand underfoot is coarse and gritty, and is caked
  
  with sweat or blood in more than a few places. Various pieces of equipment
  
  are scattered around the area, including some humanoid-shaped practice
  
  targets and wooden practice weapons of all kinds. Several groups of rough-
  
  looking mercenaries are engaged in combat drills, overseen by sergeants
  
  barking out crisp orders, and with a lieutenant or two supervising the
  
  overall situation in this part of the yard.
  
     To the east is a large stone hall filled with trestle tables, and to the
  
  south, the yard meets up with a stony path. The yard continues to the north
  
  and west.
  
  The graceful, golden-haired elf is here, cutting the air with her weapons.
   
  A Stony Path [NESW]
  
     Small, sharp gray gravel covers the ground here, forming a path leading
  
  east and west. To the north, the path opens up into a large, dusty yard. To
  
  the south, a large hallway marks the entrance to a massive, utilitarian-
  
  looking stone building.
  
     Warriors of all kinds walk along here, either striding along to the east
  
  or queuing up to be let out through the gateway to the west.
  
  The bald, one-eyed man leans against the side of the hall here.
  
  The copper-skinned, claw-scarred elf is here, watching the path.
  
  The muscular, violet eyed woman stands here vigilantly.
  
  The fat-headed, spear-tattooed man chuckles as he talks here.
  
  The robust gray dwarf is standing here, watching the sky.
   
  A Large Hallway [NW]
  
     This broad hallway opens up to a stony path to the north, and the rest
  
  of the building to the west. The plain gray flagstones here are heavily
  
  scuffed, with evidence of much repair work to level the stones and fill in
  
  chips and cracks. The traffic is heavy here, with many people seeking both
  
  entry to and exit from the building. Most are dressed in armor, but many
  
  are instead dressed in civilian clothing. Very few would appear to be at
  
  all wealthy.
  
  The grizzled old man scratches at himself idly as he stands here.
  
  The flame-haired elven woman is here, her gaze darting around alertly.
  
  The lithe, obsidian-braided man keeps watch over the hallway here.
  
  The silver-skinned dwarven woman stands here, looking around slowly.
   
  The Main Barracks [EU]
  
     This massive, two-story hall seems to have undergone heavy rebuilding
  
  at some time in the past. Most of the vast room is open air, with the first
  
  story above ground level being nothing more than a balcony of sorts,
  
  several cords wide and running along the walls of the building. Both upper
  
  and lower floors are devoid of furniture, with several hundred grimy
  
  pallets arranged in semi-orderly rows along the walls. Solid stone stairs
  
  lead to the upper level from the western end of the hall. Suspended from
  
  the ceiling, more than twenty-five cords above, is a large black banner
  
  bearing a purple dragon.
  
     The hall appears mostly empty except for a few mercenaries here and
  
  there, mending armor, sharpening weapons, or just talking quietly.
  
  A multi-ringed dartboard hangs on a wall here.
  
  The tall, cleft-lipped man is here, sleeping on a pallet.
  
  The brown-haired, blue-eyed man looks around slowly from his pallet here.
  
  The thin, chestnut-haired woman stands here, watching the stairs.
  
  The grey-maned, wooden-legged man sits here, sharpening a bone-toothed saw.
  
  The dimpled, shaven-headed man looks over a wounded mercenary here.
   
  The Main Barracks [ND]
  
     This massive, two-story hall seems to have undergone heavy rebuilding
  
  at some time in the past. Most of the vast room is open air, with the first
  
  story above ground level being nothing more than a balcony of sorts,
  
  several cords wide and running along the walls of the building. Both upper
  
  and lower floors are devoid of furniture, with several hundred grimy
  
  pallets arranged in semi-orderly rows along the walls. Solid stone stairs
  
  lead to the upper level from the western end of the hall. Suspended from
  
  the ceiling, more than fifteen cords above, is a large black banner bearing
  
  a purple dragon.
  
     The hall appears mostly empty except for a few mercenaries here and
  
  there, mending armor, sharpening weapons, or just talking quietly.
  
  A multi-ringed dartboard hangs on a wall here.
  
  The rugged, runic-tattooed man is sitting on a pallet here, nursing a wound.
  
  The grizzled, long-fingered mercenary sits on a pallet here, tattooing.
   
  You ask the rugged, runic-tattooed man, in sirihish:
  
       "Ya awake yet?"
   
  You think:
  
       "Love to set this head down on his chest, so's when he wakes..."
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman giggles.
   
  You say to the rugged, runic-tattooed man, in sirihish:
  
       "I got a story ta tell ya, when ya feel up to it, Pavel."
   
  The Main Barracks [EU]
  
     This massive, two-story hall seems to have undergone heavy rebuilding
  
  at some time in the past. Most of the vast room is open air, with the first
  
  story above ground level being nothing more than a balcony of sorts,
  
  several cords wide and running along the walls of the building. Both upper
  
  and lower floors are devoid of furniture, with several hundred grimy
  
  pallets arranged in semi-orderly rows along the walls. Solid stone stairs
  
  lead to the upper level from the western end of the hall. Suspended from
  
  the ceiling, more than twenty-five cords above, is a large black banner
  
  bearing a purple dragon.
  
     The hall appears mostly empty except for a few mercenaries here and
  
  there, mending armor, sharpening weapons, or just talking quietly.
  
  A multi-ringed dartboard hangs on a wall here.
  
  The tall, cleft-lipped man is here, sleeping on a pallet.
  
  The brown-haired, blue-eyed man looks around slowly from his pallet here.
  
  The thin, chestnut-haired woman stands here, watching the stairs.
  
  The grey-maned, wooden-legged man sits here, sharpening a bone-toothed saw.
  
  The dimpled, shaven-headed man looks over a wounded mercenary here.
   
  A Large Hallway [NW]
  
     This broad hallway opens up to a stony path to the north, and the rest
  
  of the building to the west. The plain gray flagstones here are heavily
  
  scuffed, with evidence of much repair work to level the stones and fill in
  
  chips and cracks. The traffic is heavy here, with many people seeking both
  
  entry to and exit from the building. Most are dressed in armor, but many
  
  are instead dressed in civilian clothing. Very few would appear to be at
  
  all wealthy.
  
  The grizzled old man scratches at himself idly as he stands here.
  
  The flame-haired elven woman is here, her gaze darting around alertly.
  
  The lithe, obsidian-braided man keeps watch over the hallway here.
  
  The silver-skinned dwarven woman stands here, looking around slowly.
   
  A Stony Path [NESW]
  
     Small, sharp gray gravel covers the ground here, forming a path leading
  
  east and west. To the north, the path opens up into a large, dusty yard. To
  
  the south, a large hallway marks the entrance to a massive, utilitarian-
  
  looking stone building.
  
     Warriors of all kinds walk along here, either striding along to the east
  
  or queuing up to be let out through the gateway to the west.
  
  The bald, one-eyed man leans against the side of the hall here.
  
  The copper-skinned, claw-scarred elf is here, watching the path.
  
  The muscular, violet eyed woman stands here vigilantly.
  
  The fat-headed, spear-tattooed man chuckles as he talks here.
  
  The robust gray dwarf is standing here, watching the sky.
   
  The Drill Yard [NESW]
  
     This large, dusty yard is set in the middle of several buildings, most
  
  of them fairly tall. The sand underfoot is coarse and gritty, and is caked
  
  with sweat or blood in more than a few places. Various pieces of equipment
  
  are scattered around the area, including some humanoid-shaped practice
  
  targets and wooden practice weapons of all kinds. Several groups of rough-
  
  looking mercenaries are engaged in combat drills, overseen by sergeants
  
  barking out crisp orders, and with a lieutenant or two supervising the
  
  overall situation in this part of the yard.
  
     To the east is a large stone hall filled with trestle tables, and to the
  
  south, the yard meets up with a stony path. The yard continues to the north
  
  and west.
  
  The graceful, golden-haired elf is here, cutting the air with her weapons.
   
  The Drill Yard [NE]
  
     This large, dusty yard is set in the middle of several buildings, most
  
  of them fairly tall. The sand underfoot is coarse and gritty, and is caked
  
  with sweat or blood in more than a few places. Various pieces of equipment
  
  are scattered around the area, including some humanoid-shaped practice
  
  targets and wooden practice weapons of all kinds. Several groups of rough-
  
  looking mercenaries are engaged in combat drills, overseen by sergeants
  
  barking out crisp orders, and with a lieutenant or two supervising the
  
  overall situation in this part of the yard.
  
     To the south, a thick stone wall rises many cords into the air, blocking
  
  your view in that direction, and to the west, part of a rectangular hall
  
  forms the border of this area. The yard continues to the north and east.
  
  The battle-scarred, sun-bronzed man is standing here.
  
  The muscular, gray-hued mul stands here, keeping watch over the yard.
   
  The Drill Yard [NES]
  
     This large, dusty yard is set in the middle of several buildings, most
  
  of them fairly tall. The sand underfoot is coarse and gritty, and is caked
  
  with sweat or blood in more than a few places. Various pieces of equipment
  
  are scattered around the area, including some humanoid-shaped practice
  
  targets and wooden practice weapons of all kinds. Several groups of rough-
  
  looking mercenaries are engaged in combat drills, overseen by sergeants
  
  barking out crisp orders, and with a lieutenant or two supervising the
  
  overall situation in this part of the yard.
  
     To the north lies a dank-looking building, from which emanates a foul
  
  stench of some kind, and, to the west, a stone archway leads into a large
  
  hall. The yard continues to the south and east.
  
  The slim, clear-eyed woman works her way through a weapons drill here.
   
  
  The night has begun.
   
  You enter a stone archway.
  
  The Exercise Hall [NS]
  
     The walls of this large training hall are lined with sturdy shelves,
  
  tough baobab forms the higher shelves, and plain gray stone the lower
  
  shelves. A variety of training equipment is neatly stacked on the shelves,
  
  mostly stone weights and heavy wooden clubs and staves. Archways to the
  
  north and south lead into smaller halls, and an archway to the east leads
  
  out to a large, dusty training yard.
   
  
  You drop the head of the long-armed man.
  
  Shown to room as:
  
  The head of the long-armed man is here stuck on a spike.
   
  The Exercise Hall [NS]
  
     The walls of this large training hall are lined with sturdy shelves,
  
  tough baobab forms the higher shelves, and plain gray stone the lower
  
  shelves. A variety of training equipment is neatly stacked on the shelves,
  
  mostly stone weights and heavy wooden clubs and staves. Archways to the
  
  north and south lead into smaller halls, and an archway to the east leads
  
  out to a large, dusty training yard.
  
  The head of the long-armed man is here stuck on a spike.
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman pulls the head off the spike.
   
  You think:
  
       "I'll hang onto it for a bit, till I can show it ta people"
   
  You pick up the head of the long-armed man.
  
  It is very light, and empty.
   
  The white-haired blue skinned woman stares into your head of the long-armed man's dead eyes.
   
  Softly to the head, you ask, in sirihish:
  
       "Why did ya lie? Did ya think it would save ya?"
   
  You say, in sirihish:
  
       "Shoulda used ya head. It woulda stayed on ya shoulders longer."
   
   
  
  

  The white-haired blue skinned woman stops, chest heaving as she bows to the
  sleek, jakhal-eyed templar.
  
  The sleek, jakhal-eyed templar asks the long-armed man, in sirihish:
       "Is this the one?"
  
  A man of average height, stand atop his massive feet.  His purely white
  hair drips down onto his...
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