Shattered Kingdoms :: View topic - RP - Lost technology rediscovered

i You are carrying: a wooden barrel 11 copper coins 11 silver coins an engraven silver-gilt eye washer city Before the South Gates of Exile You find yourself within the cavernous gloom of the granite barbican that glowers over the west city gates like a possessive beast of mythic proportions. The cobbled road passing through the huge stone gates is worn smooth, rutted and broken by the passage of thousands across the countless years. Overhead, the roof of this killing ground is pitted with dark, gaping murder holes through which the defenders of the city would pour burning oil and let crushing boulders and killing arrows fall upon the heads of any bold enough to invade and strong enough to break the gate. To the east, the narrow cobbles lead out into the city. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e(murder hole) s(murder hole) w(murder hole) sw(murder hole) se(murder hole) road A cracked egg oozes here. A chestnut-colored male centaur guards the streets diligently. An enormous winged lizard steps through the gates. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. road The Bridge of Serena You find yourself traveling on a worn, cobblestone roadway # # before the impressive, gleaming walls of Exile. The gates are r*r housed within a twin-towered barbican that jealously watches the y|r southern road. Of the same white stone as the high, crenellated walls that sheer away to the east and west, the city gleams like a jewel set upon the landscape of Taslamar. The Queens's colours fly proud atop each of the barbican towers, whilst the shadows of men moving behind the battlements atop the white walls speak of the continual vigilance of a city long accustomed to the threat of many foe. A spectacular bridge has been erected here, allowing safe and dry passage over the Tarim River. Golden waves of long grass ripple throughout the landscape all around you, the warm smell of earth and grain reaches your nostrils and the sound of the Tarim River fills the air with the calming, babbling symphony -the kind that only nature can provide- of rushing waters cascading over stones. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w nw ne sw se city The white city walls of Exile arise gleaming to the north. An enormous winged lizard walks out of the city gates. You walk northwest. The Bridge of Khalida You find yourself traveling on a worn, cobblestone roadway yr| before the impressive, gleaming walls of Exile. The gates are -* housed within a twin-towered barbican that jealously watches the yr# western road. Of the same white stone as the high, crenellated walls that sheer away to the north and south, the city gleams like a jewel set upon the landscape of Taslamar. The Queens's colours fly proud atop each of the barbican towers, whilst the shadows of men moving behind the battlements atop the white walls speak of the continual vigilance of a city long accustomed to the threat of many foes. In the distance, a split in the road to the east offers a path to the northeast and southwest while a road to the west offers transportation to the north and south. Golden waves of long grass ripple throughout the landscape all around you, the warm smell of earth and grain reaches your nostrils. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w nw ne sw se city The white city walls of Exile arise gleaming to the east. An enormous winged lizard walks in from southeast. cit Before the West Gates of Exile You are upon the Bridge of Khalida, before the white walls of Exile. A monolithic barbican protects the city's west gates, with the King's colours flying proud atop each of its bulging twin towers. High above your head the overhanging battlements of the sheer, white granite walls stretch out upon their mighty earthen ramparts, gleaming as if in defiance of the Dark. This is Exile, the City of the Free, a haven for any that come in flight from oppression or persecution, for so long as they come with peace in their hearts and abide by the King's law. But, like all great bastions of virtue, her enemy is legion. Down through the cascade of ageless years, the City of the Free has been no stranger to the tides and terrors of war. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n(murder hole) e s(murder hole) w(murder hole) nw(murder hole) sw(murder hole) road Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A chestnut-colored male centaur guards the streets diligently. An enormous winged lizard steps through the gates. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. east You walk east. Inside the West Gates of Exile You find yourself within the cavernous gloom of the granite barbican that glowers over the west city gates like a possessive beast of mythic proportions. The cobbled road passing through the huge stone gates is worn smooth, rutted and broken by the passage of thousands across the countless years. Overhead, the roof of this killing ground is pitted with dark, gaping murder holes through which the defenders of the city would pour burning oil and let crushing boulders and killing arrows fall upon the heads of any bold enough to invade and strong enough to break the gate. To the east, the narrow cobbles lead out into the city. Obvious exits: e w A cracked egg oozes here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A Peacekeeper sentinel stands here, impassive eyes cold and watchful. A Peacekeeper sentinel stands here, impassive eyes cold and watchful. A Peacekeeper sentry stands watch over the city gates. A Peacekeeper sentry stands watch over the city gates. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A cracked egg oozes here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w Black paper streamers are strewn about here. (Ethereal) A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Exile Cross You are at the crossroad that marks the centre of the fortress city of Exile. The ground is paved with cobbles worn smooth by the endless weight of traffic borne by this busy intersection, a few square yards seem freshly laid and scrubbed viciously clean. An iron gate, wide enough to allow a carriage, opens into the courtyard of an inn to the northeast. The cobbled path of Karaxia Street slopes away to the east and west between the tall, timber-framed buildings, whilst cutting across it to the north and south is Seldavus road. In the centre of the cross the life-sized bronze statue of a regal-looking man stands atop a stone pedestal. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w ne(closed) parapet grate(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An inscribed flagstone has been laid at the foot of the statue. A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A bard is here, enchanting the crowd with tales of tragic heroism. A burly manservant is here, following his mistress. A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant. A visiting merchant goes about his business. An earnest priest is here preaching the perils of immorality. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An adept Peacekeeper warder is here, a grim expression upon her face. A taslamaran celador is here, keeping the peace. An elite Peacekeeper stands here proudly. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pair of small trees rise out of log-bound square of soil. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s w A cracked egg oozes here. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w u ne A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Inside the East Gates of Exile You find yourself within the cavernous gloom of the granite barbican that glowers over the east city gates like a possessive beast of mythic proportions. The cobbled road passing through the huge stone gates is worn smooth, rutted and broken by the passage of thousands across the countless years. Overhead, the roof of this killing ground is pitted with dark, gaping murder holes through which the defenders of the city would pour burning oil and let crushing boulders and killing arrows fall upon the heads of any bold enough to invade and strong enough to break the gate. To the west, the narrow cobbles lead out into the city. Obvious exits: e(closed) w A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper sentry stands watch over the city gates. A Peacekeeper sentry stands watch over the city gates. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. west You walk west. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. south You walk south. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. To the east rises the looming bulk of the south tower of Exile's eastern barbican. An iron door is set into the base of the white tower. A sign hanging from a building opposite reads "Northmarch Bakery". It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w(closed) tower(closed) Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An iron-bound door leads to the east city tower. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. An old woman gossips at the side of the road. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. The Northmarch Bakery The yeasty smell of warm, fresh bread is thick in the air. Narrow glazed windows look out onto the street, letting in shafts of hazy light. Wooden floorboards cover the floor, upon which are stacked sacks of flour. Shelves line the back wall behind a wooden counter. Obvious exits: e A man with a almost no hair is here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. To the east rises the looming bulk of the south tower of Exile's eastern barbican. An iron door is set into the base of the white tower. A sign hanging from a building opposite reads "Northmarch Bakery". It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w tower(closed) Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An iron-bound door leads to the east city tower. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. An old woman gossips at the side of the road. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. tow The East City Tower This circular tower rises from bustling streets of Fevlorn Avenue. Giant slabs of stone fortify this defensive post, ensuring that even the mightiest of assaults will likely fail in their campaign. Small arrow slits have been cut throughout various strategic points in the towers wall, allowing for the defenders to convince the enemies of Exile to leave well enough alone. An iron ladder leads up to a wooden platform that leads to the towers roof as well as the city wall. Obvious exits: w(murder hole) u(closed) door An enormous winged lizard exits out of an iron-bound door. You walk up. The East City Tower You stand half way to the top or bottom of the east tower of Exile. From this vantage point you can see Fevlorn Avenue from the various arrow slits that have been cut into the wall here. A wooden platform has been constructed here for the use of the defenders of Exile. An iron ladder leads down to the base of the tower or upward to a trapdoor that brings one to the towers pinnacle. Obvious exits: w(murder hole) u(closed) d An enormous winged lizard walks in from below. You walk down. The East City Tower This circular tower rises from bustling streets of Fevlorn Avenue. Giant slabs of stone fortify this defensive post, ensuring that even the mightiest of assaults will likely fail in their campaign. Small arrow slits have been cut throughout various strategic points in the towers wall, allowing for the defenders to convince the enemies of Exile to leave well enough alone. An iron ladder leads up to a wooden platform that leads to the towers roof as well as the city wall. Obvious exits: w(murder hole) u door An enormous winged lizard walks in from above. door Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. To the east rises the looming bulk of the south tower of Exile's eastern barbican. An iron door is set into the base of the white tower. A sign hanging from a building opposite reads "Northmarch Bakery". It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w tower Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An iron-bound door leads to the east city tower. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. An old woman gossips at the side of the road. An enormous winged lizard exits out of an iron-bound door. You walk south. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. Obvious exits: n s Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n sw A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A small dog scavenges in the street. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. A beggar sits at the side of the road, cup in hand. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk southwest. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. A building to the north has uncharacteristically large windows, behind which an assortment of goods can be seen on display. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n(closed) w ne A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. A brawny warrior swaggers along the street. An enormous winged lizard walks in from northeast. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. The Ostlers You are in a cluttered shop, the walls stacked high with boxes and crates or lined with crowded shelves. Glazed windows face out onto the road, letting in hazy shafts of light within which little motes of dust swirl and dance. The floor is covered with worn and irregular flagstones. There is a wooden counter at the back of the room. Obvious exits: s A fat little man with a bulbous nose is here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. s You walk south. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. A building to the north has uncharacteristically large windows, behind which an assortment of goods can be seen on display. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n w ne A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. A brawny warrior swaggers along the street. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. w You walk west. The corner of Fevlorn and Rose Two narrow dirt tracks converge in this location, creating a well-worn intersection in the commerce section of the city. Honeysuckle and rose ramble along the north-south path, but traffic seems more heavy traveling from east to west. Several deep ruts in the dirt roads are filled with mud that flows to the open gutter system. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w ( 2) A cracked egg oozes here. An old woman gossips at the side of the road. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e(closed) s w(closed) Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e(closed) s w(closed) Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A cracked egg oozes here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e(closed) s w(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e s w A cracked egg oozes here. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east.

west You walk west. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pair of small trees rise out of log-bound square of soil. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. Exile Cross You are at the crossroad that marks the centre of the fortress city of Exile. The ground is paved with cobbles worn smooth by the endless weight of traffic borne by this busy intersection, a few square yards seem freshly laid and scrubbed viciously clean. An iron gate, wide enough to allow a carriage, opens into the courtyard of an inn to the northeast. The cobbled path of Karaxia Street slopes away to the east and west between the tall, timber-framed buildings, whilst cutting across it to the north and south is Seldavus road. In the centre of the cross the life-sized bronze statue of a regal-looking man stands atop a stone pedestal. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w ne(closed) parapet grate(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An inscribed flagstone has been laid at the foot of the statue. A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A bard is here, enchanting the crowd with tales of tragic heroism. A visiting merchant goes about his business. An earnest priest is here preaching the perils of immorality. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An adept Peacekeeper warder is here, a grim expression upon her face. A taslamaran celador is here, keeping the peace. An elite Peacekeeper stands here proudly. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk south. Seldavus Road The broad cobbled area of Exile Cross begins to narrow as it forms Seldavus Road that runs southward. Water runs down an open gutters edging in a vain attempt to keep the city clean. The gentle slope of the road levels as it runs north, to where it opens out into a crowded square. In a careful construction where the cobbled area is still sufficiently wide, large timber logs have been set down to form a square border around some freshly dug soil, its color dark and fertile. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n s bank A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. Lazeran Lorearthen, the Peacekeeper Marshal, stands here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n s A cracked egg oozes here. A young male human is strolling around here in a set of red-brown clothing. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. Obvious exits: n s Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. North of here one of the tall houses has its ground floor built of grey stone. The building is open to the front, and between the brick pillars supporting its ceiling, the unmistakable glow of a forge can be seen within. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. Stagnant water stands in the muddy gutters, clogged with the wastage of the day and the night-soil cast out from the windows above each morning. They give off a low but unmistakable reek, thinly disguised by the strong smell of smoke that hangs over this stretch of the city like a truculent smog. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A small dog scavenges in the street. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. A brawny warrior swaggers along the street. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. The corner of Fevlorn and Rose Two narrow dirt tracks converge in this location, creating a well-worn intersection in the commerce section of the city. Honeysuckle and rose ramble along the north-south path, but traffic seems more heavy traveling from east to west. Several deep ruts in the dirt roads are filled with mud that flows to the open gutter system. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w ( 2) A cracked egg oozes here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. A building to the north has uncharacteristically large windows, behind which an assortment of goods can be seen on display. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n w ne A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. A brawny warrior swaggers along the street. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. The corner of Fevlorn and Rose Two narrow dirt tracks converge in this location, creating a well-worn intersection in the commerce section of the city. Honeysuckle and rose ramble along the north-south path, but traffic seems more heavy traveling from east to west. Several deep ruts in the dirt roads are filled with mud that flows to the open gutter system. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w ( 2) A cracked egg oozes here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk south. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e(closed) s w(closed) Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n s grate(closed) A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A grubby young boy is here, playing paladins and necromancers. An old man sits in the door of a house, watching the world go by. A goodwife of Exile is here, gossiping with her neighbours. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A small pig grunts and snuffles as it forages in the gutters. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Charlatan Way The narrow dirt track beneath you winds its way old, crumbling buildings on either side. Open gutters line the road, their still, murky contents perfuming the close air with an unpleasant aroma. A quiet, residential part of the city where the less fortunate make their homes, small children play in the open gutters or chase each other between the buildings as stray animals scavenge in the litter of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A ragged goat is tethered here. A goodwife of Exile stands in a doorway keeping an eye on her children. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk east. Charlatan Way The narrow dirt track beneath you winds its way old, crumbling buildings on either side. Open gutters line the road, their still, murky contents perfuming the close air with an unpleasant aroma. A quiet, residential part of the city where the less fortunate make their homes, small children play in the open gutters or chase each other between the buildings as stray animals scavenge in the litter of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A plump goose glares and honks indignantly at people as they pass. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A grubby young boy is here, playing paladins and necromancers. A young girl is here, playing in the shadow of the houses. A goodwife of Exile stands in a doorway keeping an eye on her children. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk east. Charlatan Way The narrow dirt track beneath you winds its way old, crumbling buildings on either side. Open gutters line the road, their still, murky contents perfuming the close air with an unpleasant aroma. A quiet, residential part of the city where the less fortunate make their homes, small children play in the open gutters or chase each other between the buildings as stray animals scavenge in the litter of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e(closed) w A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A plump goose glares and honks indignantly at people as they pass. A small dog scavenges in the street. A small boy is here running some errand for his master. An old man sits in the door of a house, watching the world go by. A goodwife of Exile is here, gossiping with her neighbours. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. The door to The Soup Kitchen of Sellenius is closed. You walk west. Charlatan Way The narrow dirt track beneath you winds its way old, crumbling buildings on either side. Open gutters line the road, their still, murky contents perfuming the close air with an unpleasant aroma. A quiet, residential part of the city where the less fortunate make their homes, small children play in the open gutters or chase each other between the buildings as stray animals scavenge in the litter of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A plump goose glares and honks indignantly at people as they pass. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A grubby young boy is here, playing paladins and necromancers. A young girl is here, playing in the shadow of the houses. A goodwife of Exile stands in a doorway keeping an eye on her children. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. Charlatan Way The narrow dirt track beneath you winds its way old, crumbling buildings on either side. Open gutters line the road, their still, murky contents perfuming the close air with an unpleasant aroma. A quiet, residential part of the city where the less fortunate make their homes, small children play in the open gutters or chase each other between the buildings as stray animals scavenge in the litter of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A ragged goat is tethered here. A goodwife of Exile stands in a doorway keeping an eye on her children. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A small pig grunts and snuffles as it forages in the gutters. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk south. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n s A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A cracked egg oozes here. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A goodwife of Exile is here, gossiping with her neighbours. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south.

Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. To the north a thin dirt path climbs up a gentle slope between the shade of the tall houses. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A plump goose glares and honks indignantly at people as they pass. A small dog scavenges in the street. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A small boy is here running some errand for his master. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A small pig grunts and snuffles as it forages in the gutters. A goodwife of Exile is here, gossiping with her neighbours. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. Here, the lane ends at the foot of a bulky bastion tower that holds the southeast defence of the city. An iron-bound oak door is set into the base of the tower. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: w tower(closed) A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. An iron-bound door leads into the southeast city tower. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A small pig grunts and snuffles as it forages in the gutters. A goodwife of Exile is here, gossiping with her neighbours. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. To the north a thin dirt path climbs up a gentle slope between the shade of the tall houses. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A plump goose glares and honks indignantly at people as they pass. A small dog scavenges in the street. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A small boy is here running some errand for his master. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. Rambling roses clamber over doorways and the fresh green of ivy clings to dark timbers and frames the leaded windows. One of the buildings to the north is fronted by a large pair of wooden double doors. Above them hangs a sign upon which a tree-saw has been roughly painted in red. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n(closed) e w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. n You walk north. A Carpenter's Workshop The pungent smell of sawdust is more explanatory than the sign or wood shavings that cover every inch of the floor - this is the place where unusable stumps of wood are turned into irreplaceable works of art and function. Stacked carefully in rows on the floor and hung via endless hooks and rope from beams above are wooden tables, chests, chairs, toys, implements and some objects that appear almost more dangerous to use than a mage's spell book. Obvious exits: s Some lumber is here, ready for use. The master carpenter Fyugia stands here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. You walk south. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. Rambling roses clamber over doorways and the fresh green of ivy clings to dark timbers and frames the leaded windows. One of the buildings to the north is fronted by a large pair of wooden double doors. Above them hangs a sign upon which a tree-saw has been roughly painted in red. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A cracked egg oozes here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s grate(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk north. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. You walk north. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. You walk west. West Wayward Avenue You are in an open lane running through the judicial district of Exile. The air is thick with the tell-tale miasma of an over-crowded city. The heady smell of manure mingles with the smoke of many hearth fires and the faecal scent of the open gutters that run down either side of the dirt road. To the north, the close stonework of the back of the Library of Exile lines the road, whilst to the south the daunting gothic edifice of the Judicial Court of Exile dominates the view. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. West Wayward Avenue You are in an open lane running through the judicial district of Exile. The air is thick with the tell-tale miasma of an over-crowded city. The heady smell of manure mingles with the smoke of many hearth fires and the faecal scent of the open gutters that run down either side of the dirt road. To the north, the close stonework of the back of the Library of Exile lines the road, whilst to the south the daunting gothic edifice of the Judicial Court of Exile dominates the view. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. West Wayward Avenue You are in an open lane running through the judicial district of Exile. The air is thick with the tell-tale miasma of an over-crowded city. The heady smell of manure mingles with the smoke of many hearth fires and the faecal scent of the open gutters that run down either side of the dirt road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. West Wayward Avenue You are in an open lane running through the judicial district of Exile. The air is thick with the tell-tale miasma of an over-crowded city. The heady smell of manure mingles with the smoke of many hearth fires and the faecal scent of the open gutters that run down either side of the dirt road. A high brick wall runs along the south side of the road, beyond which the Peacekeeper Barracks rise up against the city's southern curtain wall. A wrought iron gate is set into the brick wall, set in the centre of which is the royal coat-of-arms of Taslamar. The vivid red blooms of a rambling Taslamaran rose cascade over the wall, spilling into the street and softening the otherwise grim brickwork. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n(closed) e s w A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. West Wayward Avenue You are in an open lane running through the judicial district of Exile. The air is thick with the tell-tale miasma of an over-crowded city. The heady smell of manure mingles with the smoke of many hearth fires and the faecal scent of the open gutters that run down either side of the dirt road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n(closed) e nw grate A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk northwest. Penitent's Walk This quiet, narrow path of hard-packed dirt runs along the west wall of the city. Flying buttresses arch overhead at intervals, supporting the gleaming white stonework of the massive curtain wall. The shadows of Peacekeepers, ever vigilant in their watch, can be occasionally glimpsed moving to and fro high above. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n se An enormous winged lizard walks in from southeast. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Penitent's Walk This quiet, narrow path of hard-packed dirt runs along the west wall of the city. Flying buttresses arch overhead at intervals, supporting the gleaming white stonework of the massive curtain wall. The shadows of Peacekeepers, ever vigilant in their watch, can be occasionally glimpsed moving to and fro high above. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Penitent's Walk This quiet, narrow path of hard-packed dirt runs along the west wall of the city. Flying buttresses arch overhead at intervals, supporting the gleaming white stonework of the massive curtain wall. The shadows of Peacekeepers, ever vigilant in their watch, can be occasionally glimpsed moving to and fro high above. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Penitent's Walk This quiet, narrow path of hard-packed dirt runs along the west wall of the city. Flying buttresses arch overhead at intervals, supporting the gleaming white stonework of the massive curtain wall. The shadows of Peacekeepers, ever vigilant in their watch, can be occasionally glimpsed moving to and fro high above. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s tower(closed) A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. s You walk south. The Priest's Alcove This is the shop catering to the more pious citizens of Exile. It is where priests, paladins, or just very devout worshipers of just about any god can come to replenish their supplies of items of worship. Gerald has a large glass case containing a holy symbol of each god (not for sale of course) and racks and racks of candles, braziers, incense, and candle snuffers. Obvious exits: n Gerald, friend to all priests, welcomes you to his store. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. n You walk north. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A cracked egg oozes here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. east You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A burly manservant is here, following his mistress. A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant. (Ethereal) A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Exile Cross You are at the crossroad that marks the centre of the fortress city of Exile. The ground is paved with cobbles worn smooth by the endless weight of traffic borne by this busy intersection, a few square yards seem freshly laid and scrubbed viciously clean. An iron gate, wide enough to allow a carriage, opens into the courtyard of an inn to the northeast. The cobbled path of Karaxia Street slopes away to the east and west between the tall, timber-framed buildings, whilst cutting across it to the north and south is Seldavus road. In the centre of the cross the life-sized bronze statue of a regal-looking man stands atop a stone pedestal. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w ne(closed) parapet grate(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An inscribed flagstone has been laid at the foot of the statue. A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A bard is here, enchanting the crowd with tales of tragic heroism. A visiting merchant goes about his business. An earnest priest is here preaching the perils of immorality. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An adept Peacekeeper warder is here, a grim expression upon her face. A taslamaran celador is here, keeping the peace. An elite Peacekeeper stands here proudly. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A visiting merchant goes about his business. A nobleman of Taslamar is here, taking his daily constitutional. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. east You walk east. Looking across the King's Grounds The city street ends abruptly here, tapering into a tiny walkway leading to the east through a garden archway. Lush, green lawns lead down a hillside, affording an obstacle-free view of The King's Grounds over the city wall in the far-off distance. The Temple of All Gods and the remainder of the City of Exile are visible to the south and west of this point, built upon the top of the hill. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. A Formal Garden Traversing a rolling hillside from east to west are small sandy walkways surrounded by lush expanses of well-manicured lawns dotted here and there by perfectly maintained flower beds. The arrangements of vibrant flowers are surrounded by short painted black fences that serve a more ornamental than utilitarian purpose. Here, a small stone bench is situated to accommodate a weary traveler that wishes to enjoy the splendor of the gardens that once belonged to the beloved King Gerevan. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. east You walk east. A Formal Garden Traversing a rolling hillside from east to west are small sandy walkways surrounded by lush expanses of well-manicured lawns dotted here and there by perfectly maintained flower beds. The arrangements of vibrant flowers are surrounded by short painted black fences that serve a more ornamental than utilitarian purpose. Several large weeping trees create a canopy in this location on the hillside, by which the bright sun is filtered, creating dappled patterns of light across the grass and shade-blooming flowers that grow here. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w ne An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away.

You walk west. A Formal Garden Traversing a rolling hillside from east to west are small sandy walkways surrounded by lush expanses of well-manicured lawns dotted here and there by perfectly maintained flower beds. The arrangements of vibrant flowers are surrounded by short painted black fences that serve a more ornamental than utilitarian purpose. Here, a small stone bench is situated to accommodate a weary traveler that wishes to enjoy the splendor of the gardens that once belonged to the beloved King Gerevan. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. Looking across the King's Grounds The city street ends abruptly here, tapering into a tiny walkway leading to the east through a garden archway. Lush, green lawns lead down a hillside, affording an obstacle-free view of The King's Grounds over the city wall in the far-off distance. The Temple of All Gods and the remainder of the City of Exile are visible to the south and west of this point, built upon the top of the hill. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk north. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A burly manservant is here, following his mistress. A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. The Entrance to the Temple You are at the main entrance to the Temple of All Gods. You see the bustling traffic of Exile's Barbican Avenue, east of here and the main Temple complex lies to the west. The temple is an overwhelmingly spacious area with a dozen or so smaller shrines branching off of it. The northern and southern walls here are lined with rectangular-shaped boxes teeming with rose vines that create a wall of fragrant greenery. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room in a pale white glow. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk east. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A burly manservant is here, following his mistress. A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk north. Before the Taslamar Academy What once the towering square edifice of a mighty barbican now is the grand campus of the Taslamar Academy. A large drawbridge rests across a deep ditch that surrounds the white stone fortress, allowing passage to and from the building. Rose bushes line the roadside, offering a sweet and lush scene that leads to the building. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: s ne grate(closed) A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. You walk northeast. Before the Streets of Exile This small corridor proceeds north and south in a direct line. The walls have been inlayed with marble panels which gleam with the golden light of two small sconces connected to the walls. The floor beneath you has been constructed from a pale wood- pine, perhaps- which has been lacquered to reflect a soft shine. To your southwest you can hear the bustling racket of the streets of Exile. Obvious exits: n e w sw An enormous winged lizard walks in from southwest. You walk north. A Small Hallway This small corridor proceeds north and south in a direct line. The walls have been inlayed with marble panels which gleam with the golden light of two small sconces connected to the walls. The floor beneath you has been constructed from a pale wood- pine, perhaps- which has been lacquered to reflect a soft shine. To your north you can hear the subtle sounds of the trickling water which pours merrily from the fountain in the foyer. Obvious exits: n s An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. You walk south. Before the Streets of Exile This small corridor proceeds north and south in a direct line. The walls have been inlayed with marble panels which gleam with the golden light of two small sconces connected to the walls. The floor beneath you has been constructed from a pale wood- pine, perhaps- which has been lacquered to reflect a soft shine. To your southwest you can hear the bustling racket of the streets of Exile. Obvious exits: n e w sw An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk west. The Information Center Indigo-painted walls line this large office, making it seem smaller than it likely is. The wooden floor has been constructed from a pale-colored wood and has been vigorously polished. A crisp notice, listing Exile's shops, hangs high on the northern wall, taking up a majority of the space. Glancing at the southern wall, one notices a long list, entitled 'Laws of Taslamar', in bold print. A stunning mural of a raven-haired woman dominates the western wall, the border of which is surrounded by budding roses. A large oak desk sits in the center of the room, beneath a large orb on the ceiling which bathes the room in a comforting glow. Obvious exits: n(closed) e w(closed) nw(closed) sw(closed) Iserken Draem, the head of public relations, stands here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk east. Before the Streets of Exile This small corridor proceeds north and south in a direct line. The walls have been inlayed with marble panels which gleam with the golden light of two small sconces connected to the walls. The floor beneath you has been constructed from a pale wood- pine, perhaps- which has been lacquered to reflect a soft shine. To your southwest you can hear the bustling racket of the streets of Exile. Obvious exits: n e w sw An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk southwest. Before the Taslamar Academy What once the towering square edifice of a mighty barbican now is the grand campus of the Taslamar Academy. A large drawbridge rests across a deep ditch that surrounds the white stone fortress, allowing passage to and from the building. Rose bushes line the roadside, offering a sweet and lush scene that leads to the building. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: s ne grate(closed) A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. An enormous winged lizard walks in from northeast. You walk south. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A burly manservant is here, following his mistress. A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk west. The Entrance to the Temple You are at the main entrance to the Temple of All Gods. You see the bustling traffic of Exile's Barbican Avenue, east of here and the main Temple complex lies to the west. The temple is an overwhelmingly spacious area with a dozen or so smaller shrines branching off of it. The northern and southern walls here are lined with rectangular-shaped boxes teeming with rose vines that create a wall of fragrant greenery. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room in a pale white glow. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. The Temple of All Gods You are standing near the southeastern-most area in the Temple of All Gods. Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against the southern and eastern walls, on either side of the passageways to a small shrine and exit. The vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the air with a attractive aroma. Obvious exits: n e s w nw An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. The Temple of All Gods You are standing near the southern-most area of the Temple of All Gods. Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against the southern wall, on either side of the passageway to a small shrine. The vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the air with a attractive aroma. Obvious exits: n e s w nw ne An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk north. The Center of the Temple Reflective, marble flooring spans out as far as the eye can capture in this expansive temple. Engraved into a large panel of the flooring, is a delicately written inscription. Large, decorative columns ascend out of the floor at uniformed intervals, connecting to the soaring cathedral ceilings. You find yourself in the very center of the Temple of All Gods and laying in the midpoint are three golden boxes that have been arranged in a open-ended square. The golden vessels overflow with lush rosebushes that emit a sweet aroma into the air. A pedestal, topped with a golden bowl, is erected in the center of the square. From this vantage point, you notice that smaller shrines connect off of the main temple structure, intended for a more personalized worship. Obvious exits: n e s w u nw ne sw se Percer, the High Priest is here, standing in the center of the Temple. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. You walk west. The Temple of All Gods You are standing against the midwestern wall in the Temple of All Gods. Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against the western walls, on either side of the passageway to a small shrine. The vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the air with a attractive aroma. Obvious exits: n e s w ne se An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk southeast. The Temple of All Gods You are standing near the southern-most area of the Temple of All Gods. Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against the southern wall, on either side of the passageway to a small shrine. The vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the air with a attractive aroma. Obvious exits: n e s w nw ne An enormous winged lizard walks in from northwest. You walk east. The Temple of All Gods You are standing near the southeastern-most area in the Temple of All Gods. Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against the southern and eastern walls, on either side of the passageways to a small shrine and exit. The vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the air with a attractive aroma. Obvious exits: n e s w nw An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk east. The Entrance to the Temple You are at the main entrance to the Temple of All Gods. You see the bustling traffic of Exile's Barbican Avenue, east of here and the main Temple complex lies to the west. The temple is an overwhelmingly spacious area with a dozen or so smaller shrines branching off of it. The northern and southern walls here are lined with rectangular-shaped boxes teeming with rose vines that create a wall of fragrant greenery. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room in a pale white glow. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk east. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A burly manservant is here, following his mistress. A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk south. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk south. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A visiting merchant goes about his business. A nobleman of Taslamar is here, taking his daily constitutional. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk south. Exile Cross You are at the crossroad that marks the centre of the fortress city of Exile. The ground is paved with cobbles worn smooth by the endless weight of traffic borne by this busy intersection, a few square yards seem freshly laid and scrubbed viciously clean. An iron gate, wide enough to allow a carriage, opens into the courtyard of an inn to the northeast. The cobbled path of Karaxia Street slopes away to the east and west between the tall, timber-framed buildings, whilst cutting across it to the north and south is Seldavus road. In the centre of the cross the life-sized bronze statue of a regal-looking man stands atop a stone pedestal. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w ne(closed) parapet grate(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An inscribed flagstone has been laid at the foot of the statue. A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A bard is here, enchanting the crowd with tales of tragic heroism. A visiting merchant goes about his business. An earnest priest is here preaching the perils of immorality. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An adept Peacekeeper warder is here, a grim expression upon her face. A taslamaran celador is here, keeping the peace. An elite Peacekeeper stands here proudly. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk south. Seldavus Road The broad cobbled area of Exile Cross begins to narrow as it forms Seldavus Road that runs southward. Water runs down an open gutters edging in a vain attempt to keep the city clean. The gentle slope of the road levels as it runs north, to where it opens out into a crowded square. In a careful construction where the cobbled area is still sufficiently wide, large timber logs have been set down to form a square border around some freshly dug soil, its color dark and fertile. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s bank A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. Lazeran Lorearthen, the Peacekeeper Marshal, stands here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk south. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s A cracked egg oozes here. A young male human is strolling around here in a set of red-brown clothing. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk south. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. Obvious exits: n s Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk south. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. North of here one of the tall houses has its ground floor built of grey stone. The building is open to the front, and between the brick pillars supporting its ceiling, the unmistakable glow of a forge can be seen within. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. Stagnant water stands in the muddy gutters, clogged with the wastage of the day and the night-soil cast out from the windows above each morning. They give off a low but unmistakable reek, thinly disguised by the strong smell of smoke that hangs over this stretch of the city like a truculent smog. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A small dog scavenges in the street. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. A brawny warrior swaggers along the street. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. The corner of Fevlorn and Rose Two narrow dirt tracks converge in this location, creating a well-worn intersection in the commerce section of the city. Honeysuckle and rose ramble along the north-south path, but traffic seems more heavy traveling from east to west. Several deep ruts in the dirt roads are filled with mud that flows to the open gutter system. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w ( 2) A cracked egg oozes here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. A building to the north has uncharacteristically large windows, behind which an assortment of goods can be seen on display. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n w ne A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. A brawny warrior swaggers along the street. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk northeast. The Courtyard of the Hart and Rose You are in the cobbled courtyard of the Hart and Rose. A high brick wall separates the yard from the main roads to the east and south. Set into the wall is a tall, wrought iron gate that opens out onto the Cross to the southwest. Verdant green ivy, tangled with the sweet, golden blooms of honeysuckle and rambling red Taslamaran rose clamber over the dark timbers and whitewashed wattle and daub fascia of the Inn that looms in from the east side of the courtyard. An oak door leads into the taproom, noise and light spilling out into the yard occasionally as somebody comes or goes. Shadows move behind the expensive, opaque glazing of the ground-floor windows, indicative of the inn's heavy trade. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e(closed) ne(closed) sw Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A fountain depicting an elven woman kneeling before children stands here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from southwest. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. The Taproom of the Hart and Rose The atmosphere is thick and close, pregnant with the musk of spilt ale, wood smoke and cooked food, heavy with the noise of boisterous conversation, song and laughter. Sawdust is spread liberally over the worn slate flagstones of the floor, upon which heavy wooden tables and benching press together, crowded with patrons that compete for the attentions of the serving wenches that move between them juggling platters of steaming food and flagons of ale. A fire crackles in the hearth set beneath a wide stone chimney brest in the north wall. An open wooden staircase in the south climbs up to the rooms above. Obvious exits: e(closed) w u ne(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A sign by the door reads "Keep yer Horses OUT!". A mithril sign engraved with a notice hangs by the door. A cork notice board hangs on the east wall. A hand-pump is here to dispense beer. A battered old bin stands in the corner of the room. A festive Yiggmas Tree decorated with beer mugs is here. A serving wench moves deftly through the taproom serving drinks. A bard is here, entertaining the crowd. A freeman of Exile is here, quietly sipping his ale. A small boy works here collecting glasses and clearing the tables. A thuggish-looking giant glowers here, watching the customers for trouble. A brutish-looking man stands impassively at the door watching the crowd. The swordsman Halfdane is here, quietly drinking by the fire. The warrior Grimm is here, regaling folk with tales of his youth. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away.

Author:	gergi [ Thu Dec 22, 2016 4:45 pm ]
Post subject:	RP - Lost technology rediscovered
Taslamar lost their ability to maintain basic sanitary conditions. I restore balance to the force through the amazing intellect of giants. Quote: i You are carrying: a wooden barrel 11 copper coins 11 silver coins an engraven silver-gilt eye washer city Before the South Gates of Exile You find yourself within the cavernous gloom of the granite barbican that glowers over the west city gates like a possessive beast of mythic proportions. The cobbled road passing through the huge stone gates is worn smooth, rutted and broken by the passage of thousands across the countless years. Overhead, the roof of this killing ground is pitted with dark, gaping murder holes through which the defenders of the city would pour burning oil and let crushing boulders and killing arrows fall upon the heads of any bold enough to invade and strong enough to break the gate. To the east, the narrow cobbles lead out into the city. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e(murder hole) s(murder hole) w(murder hole) sw(murder hole) se(murder hole) road A cracked egg oozes here. A chestnut-colored male centaur guards the streets diligently. An enormous winged lizard steps through the gates. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. road The Bridge of Serena You find yourself traveling on a worn, cobblestone roadway # # before the impressive, gleaming walls of Exile. The gates are rr housed within a twin-towered barbican that jealously watches the y\|r southern road. Of the same white stone as the high, crenellated walls that sheer away to the east and west, the city gleams like a jewel set upon the landscape of Taslamar. The Queens's colours fly proud atop each of the barbican towers, whilst the shadows of men moving behind the battlements atop the white walls speak of the continual vigilance of a city long accustomed to the threat of many foe. A spectacular bridge has been erected here, allowing safe and dry passage over the Tarim River. Golden waves of long grass ripple throughout the landscape all around you, the warm smell of earth and grain reaches your nostrils and the sound of the Tarim River fills the air with the calming, babbling symphony -the kind that only nature can provide- of rushing waters cascading over stones. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w nw ne sw se city The white city walls of Exile arise gleaming to the north. An enormous winged lizard walks out of the city gates. You walk northwest. The Bridge of Khalida You find yourself traveling on a worn, cobblestone roadway yr\| before the impressive, gleaming walls of Exile. The gates are - housed within a twin-towered barbican that jealously watches the yr# western road. Of the same white stone as the high, crenellated walls that sheer away to the north and south, the city gleams like a jewel set upon the landscape of Taslamar. The Queens's colours fly proud atop each of the barbican towers, whilst the shadows of men moving behind the battlements atop the white walls speak of the continual vigilance of a city long accustomed to the threat of many foes. In the distance, a split in the road to the east offers a path to the northeast and southwest while a road to the west offers transportation to the north and south. Golden waves of long grass ripple throughout the landscape all around you, the warm smell of earth and grain reaches your nostrils. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w nw ne sw se city The white city walls of Exile arise gleaming to the east. An enormous winged lizard walks in from southeast. cit Before the West Gates of Exile You are upon the Bridge of Khalida, before the white walls of Exile. A monolithic barbican protects the city's west gates, with the King's colours flying proud atop each of its bulging twin towers. High above your head the overhanging battlements of the sheer, white granite walls stretch out upon their mighty earthen ramparts, gleaming as if in defiance of the Dark. This is Exile, the City of the Free, a haven for any that come in flight from oppression or persecution, for so long as they come with peace in their hearts and abide by the King's law. But, like all great bastions of virtue, her enemy is legion. Down through the cascade of ageless years, the City of the Free has been no stranger to the tides and terrors of war. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n(murder hole) e s(murder hole) w(murder hole) nw(murder hole) sw(murder hole) road Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A chestnut-colored male centaur guards the streets diligently. An enormous winged lizard steps through the gates. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. east You walk east. Inside the West Gates of Exile You find yourself within the cavernous gloom of the granite barbican that glowers over the west city gates like a possessive beast of mythic proportions. The cobbled road passing through the huge stone gates is worn smooth, rutted and broken by the passage of thousands across the countless years. Overhead, the roof of this killing ground is pitted with dark, gaping murder holes through which the defenders of the city would pour burning oil and let crushing boulders and killing arrows fall upon the heads of any bold enough to invade and strong enough to break the gate. To the east, the narrow cobbles lead out into the city. Obvious exits: e w A cracked egg oozes here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A Peacekeeper sentinel stands here, impassive eyes cold and watchful. A Peacekeeper sentinel stands here, impassive eyes cold and watchful. A Peacekeeper sentry stands watch over the city gates. A Peacekeeper sentry stands watch over the city gates. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A cracked egg oozes here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w Black paper streamers are strewn about here. (Ethereal) A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Exile Cross You are at the crossroad that marks the centre of the fortress city of Exile. The ground is paved with cobbles worn smooth by the endless weight of traffic borne by this busy intersection, a few square yards seem freshly laid and scrubbed viciously clean. An iron gate, wide enough to allow a carriage, opens into the courtyard of an inn to the northeast. The cobbled path of Karaxia Street slopes away to the east and west between the tall, timber-framed buildings, whilst cutting across it to the north and south is Seldavus road. In the centre of the cross the life-sized bronze statue of a regal-looking man stands atop a stone pedestal. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w ne(closed) parapet grate(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An inscribed flagstone has been laid at the foot of the statue. A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A bard is here, enchanting the crowd with tales of tragic heroism. A burly manservant is here, following his mistress. A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant. A visiting merchant goes about his business. An earnest priest is here preaching the perils of immorality. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An adept Peacekeeper warder is here, a grim expression upon her face. A taslamaran celador is here, keeping the peace. An elite Peacekeeper stands here proudly. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pair of small trees rise out of log-bound square of soil. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s w A cracked egg oozes here. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w u ne A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Inside the East Gates of Exile You find yourself within the cavernous gloom of the granite barbican that glowers over the east city gates like a possessive beast of mythic proportions. The cobbled road passing through the huge stone gates is worn smooth, rutted and broken by the passage of thousands across the countless years. Overhead, the roof of this killing ground is pitted with dark, gaping murder holes through which the defenders of the city would pour burning oil and let crushing boulders and killing arrows fall upon the heads of any bold enough to invade and strong enough to break the gate. To the west, the narrow cobbles lead out into the city. Obvious exits: e(closed) w A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper sentry stands watch over the city gates. A Peacekeeper sentry stands watch over the city gates. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. west You walk west. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. south You walk south. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. To the east rises the looming bulk of the south tower of Exile's eastern barbican. An iron door is set into the base of the white tower. A sign hanging from a building opposite reads "Northmarch Bakery". It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w(closed) tower(closed) Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An iron-bound door leads to the east city tower. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. An old woman gossips at the side of the road. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. The Northmarch Bakery The yeasty smell of warm, fresh bread is thick in the air. Narrow glazed windows look out onto the street, letting in shafts of hazy light. Wooden floorboards cover the floor, upon which are stacked sacks of flour. Shelves line the back wall behind a wooden counter. Obvious exits: e A man with a almost no hair is here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. To the east rises the looming bulk of the south tower of Exile's eastern barbican. An iron door is set into the base of the white tower. A sign hanging from a building opposite reads "Northmarch Bakery". It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w tower(closed) Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An iron-bound door leads to the east city tower. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. An old woman gossips at the side of the road. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. tow The East City Tower This circular tower rises from bustling streets of Fevlorn Avenue. Giant slabs of stone fortify this defensive post, ensuring that even the mightiest of assaults will likely fail in their campaign. Small arrow slits have been cut throughout various strategic points in the towers wall, allowing for the defenders to convince the enemies of Exile to leave well enough alone. An iron ladder leads up to a wooden platform that leads to the towers roof as well as the city wall. Obvious exits: w(murder hole) u(closed) door An enormous winged lizard exits out of an iron-bound door. You walk up. The East City Tower You stand half way to the top or bottom of the east tower of Exile. From this vantage point you can see Fevlorn Avenue from the various arrow slits that have been cut into the wall here. A wooden platform has been constructed here for the use of the defenders of Exile. An iron ladder leads down to the base of the tower or upward to a trapdoor that brings one to the towers pinnacle. Obvious exits: w(murder hole) u(closed) d An enormous winged lizard walks in from below. You walk down. The East City Tower This circular tower rises from bustling streets of Fevlorn Avenue. Giant slabs of stone fortify this defensive post, ensuring that even the mightiest of assaults will likely fail in their campaign. Small arrow slits have been cut throughout various strategic points in the towers wall, allowing for the defenders to convince the enemies of Exile to leave well enough alone. An iron ladder leads up to a wooden platform that leads to the towers roof as well as the city wall. Obvious exits: w(murder hole) u door An enormous winged lizard walks in from above. door Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. To the east rises the looming bulk of the south tower of Exile's eastern barbican. An iron door is set into the base of the white tower. A sign hanging from a building opposite reads "Northmarch Bakery". It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w tower Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An iron-bound door leads to the east city tower. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. An old woman gossips at the side of the road. An enormous winged lizard exits out of an iron-bound door. You walk south. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. Obvious exits: n s Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n sw A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A small dog scavenges in the street. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. A beggar sits at the side of the road, cup in hand. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk southwest. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. A building to the north has uncharacteristically large windows, behind which an assortment of goods can be seen on display. It's snowing hard, freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n(closed) w ne A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. A brawny warrior swaggers along the street. An enormous winged lizard walks in from northeast. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. The Ostlers You are in a cluttered shop, the walls stacked high with boxes and crates or lined with crowded shelves. Glazed windows face out onto the road, letting in hazy shafts of light within which little motes of dust swirl and dance. The floor is covered with worn and irregular flagstones. There is a wooden counter at the back of the room. Obvious exits: s A fat little man with a bulbous nose is here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. s You walk south. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. A building to the north has uncharacteristically large windows, behind which an assortment of goods can be seen on display. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n w ne A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. A brawny warrior swaggers along the street. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. w You walk west. The corner of Fevlorn and Rose Two narrow dirt tracks converge in this location, creating a well-worn intersection in the commerce section of the city. Honeysuckle and rose ramble along the north-south path, but traffic seems more heavy traveling from east to west. Several deep ruts in the dirt roads are filled with mud that flows to the open gutter system. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w ( 2) A cracked egg oozes here. An old woman gossips at the side of the road. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e(closed) s w(closed) Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e(closed) s w(closed) Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A cracked egg oozes here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e(closed) s w(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e s w A cracked egg oozes here. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east.

Author:	gergi [ Thu Dec 22, 2016 4:46 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: RP - Lost technology rediscovered
Quote: west You walk west. East Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled road on the east side of the city of Exile. Tall timber-framed houses lean in from either side above the open gutters, their thatched eaves shading the street below. The cobbles are worn, but well maintained, the gutters run with fresh water in a vain but valiant attempt to wash away the grime and soil of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pair of small trees rise out of log-bound square of soil. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. Exile Cross You are at the crossroad that marks the centre of the fortress city of Exile. The ground is paved with cobbles worn smooth by the endless weight of traffic borne by this busy intersection, a few square yards seem freshly laid and scrubbed viciously clean. An iron gate, wide enough to allow a carriage, opens into the courtyard of an inn to the northeast. The cobbled path of Karaxia Street slopes away to the east and west between the tall, timber-framed buildings, whilst cutting across it to the north and south is Seldavus road. In the centre of the cross the life-sized bronze statue of a regal-looking man stands atop a stone pedestal. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w ne(closed) parapet grate(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An inscribed flagstone has been laid at the foot of the statue. A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A bard is here, enchanting the crowd with tales of tragic heroism. A visiting merchant goes about his business. An earnest priest is here preaching the perils of immorality. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An adept Peacekeeper warder is here, a grim expression upon her face. A taslamaran celador is here, keeping the peace. An elite Peacekeeper stands here proudly. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk south. Seldavus Road The broad cobbled area of Exile Cross begins to narrow as it forms Seldavus Road that runs southward. Water runs down an open gutters edging in a vain attempt to keep the city clean. The gentle slope of the road levels as it runs north, to where it opens out into a crowded square. In a careful construction where the cobbled area is still sufficiently wide, large timber logs have been set down to form a square border around some freshly dug soil, its color dark and fertile. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n s bank A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. Lazeran Lorearthen, the Peacekeeper Marshal, stands here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n s A cracked egg oozes here. A young male human is strolling around here in a set of red-brown clothing. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. Obvious exits: n s Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. North of here one of the tall houses has its ground floor built of grey stone. The building is open to the front, and between the brick pillars supporting its ceiling, the unmistakable glow of a forge can be seen within. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. Stagnant water stands in the muddy gutters, clogged with the wastage of the day and the night-soil cast out from the windows above each morning. They give off a low but unmistakable reek, thinly disguised by the strong smell of smoke that hangs over this stretch of the city like a truculent smog. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A small dog scavenges in the street. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. A brawny warrior swaggers along the street. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. The corner of Fevlorn and Rose Two narrow dirt tracks converge in this location, creating a well-worn intersection in the commerce section of the city. Honeysuckle and rose ramble along the north-south path, but traffic seems more heavy traveling from east to west. Several deep ruts in the dirt roads are filled with mud that flows to the open gutter system. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w ( 2) A cracked egg oozes here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. A building to the north has uncharacteristically large windows, behind which an assortment of goods can be seen on display. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n w ne A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. A brawny warrior swaggers along the street. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. The corner of Fevlorn and Rose Two narrow dirt tracks converge in this location, creating a well-worn intersection in the commerce section of the city. Honeysuckle and rose ramble along the north-south path, but traffic seems more heavy traveling from east to west. Several deep ruts in the dirt roads are filled with mud that flows to the open gutter system. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w ( 2) A cracked egg oozes here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk south. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e(closed) s w(closed) Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n s grate(closed) A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A grubby young boy is here, playing paladins and necromancers. An old man sits in the door of a house, watching the world go by. A goodwife of Exile is here, gossiping with her neighbours. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A small pig grunts and snuffles as it forages in the gutters. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Charlatan Way The narrow dirt track beneath you winds its way old, crumbling buildings on either side. Open gutters line the road, their still, murky contents perfuming the close air with an unpleasant aroma. A quiet, residential part of the city where the less fortunate make their homes, small children play in the open gutters or chase each other between the buildings as stray animals scavenge in the litter of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A ragged goat is tethered here. A goodwife of Exile stands in a doorway keeping an eye on her children. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk east. Charlatan Way The narrow dirt track beneath you winds its way old, crumbling buildings on either side. Open gutters line the road, their still, murky contents perfuming the close air with an unpleasant aroma. A quiet, residential part of the city where the less fortunate make their homes, small children play in the open gutters or chase each other between the buildings as stray animals scavenge in the litter of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A plump goose glares and honks indignantly at people as they pass. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A grubby young boy is here, playing paladins and necromancers. A young girl is here, playing in the shadow of the houses. A goodwife of Exile stands in a doorway keeping an eye on her children. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk east. Charlatan Way The narrow dirt track beneath you winds its way old, crumbling buildings on either side. Open gutters line the road, their still, murky contents perfuming the close air with an unpleasant aroma. A quiet, residential part of the city where the less fortunate make their homes, small children play in the open gutters or chase each other between the buildings as stray animals scavenge in the litter of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e(closed) w A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A plump goose glares and honks indignantly at people as they pass. A small dog scavenges in the street. A small boy is here running some errand for his master. An old man sits in the door of a house, watching the world go by. A goodwife of Exile is here, gossiping with her neighbours. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. The door to The Soup Kitchen of Sellenius is closed. You walk west. Charlatan Way The narrow dirt track beneath you winds its way old, crumbling buildings on either side. Open gutters line the road, their still, murky contents perfuming the close air with an unpleasant aroma. A quiet, residential part of the city where the less fortunate make their homes, small children play in the open gutters or chase each other between the buildings as stray animals scavenge in the litter of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A plump goose glares and honks indignantly at people as they pass. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A grubby young boy is here, playing paladins and necromancers. A young girl is here, playing in the shadow of the houses. A goodwife of Exile stands in a doorway keeping an eye on her children. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. Charlatan Way The narrow dirt track beneath you winds its way old, crumbling buildings on either side. Open gutters line the road, their still, murky contents perfuming the close air with an unpleasant aroma. A quiet, residential part of the city where the less fortunate make their homes, small children play in the open gutters or chase each other between the buildings as stray animals scavenge in the litter of the street. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A ragged goat is tethered here. A goodwife of Exile stands in a doorway keeping an eye on her children. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e s w A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A small pig grunts and snuffles as it forages in the gutters. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk south. Rose Walk A narrow dirt track is beneath you, climbing gently as it leads north between the tall, leaning buildings that all but block out the sky, casting their perpetual shade around you. Vibrant blooms of honeysuckle entwine with rambling Taslamaran rose as they clamber over the wattle-and-daub facings of the timber-framed houses, which are otherwise yellowed with age and patched with repair. The delightful scent of rose petals and the sweet tang of honeysuckle radiates from the nearby bushes, offering a small pleasantry to being here. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n s A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A cracked egg oozes here. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. A goodwife of Exile is here, gossiping with her neighbours. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk south.

Author:	gergi [ Thu Dec 22, 2016 4:46 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: RP - Lost technology rediscovered
Quote: Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. To the north a thin dirt path climbs up a gentle slope between the shade of the tall houses. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A plump goose glares and honks indignantly at people as they pass. A small dog scavenges in the street. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A small boy is here running some errand for his master. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A small pig grunts and snuffles as it forages in the gutters. A goodwife of Exile is here, gossiping with her neighbours. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. Here, the lane ends at the foot of a bulky bastion tower that holds the southeast defence of the city. An iron-bound oak door is set into the base of the tower. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: w tower(closed) A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. An iron-bound door leads into the southeast city tower. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: e w Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A small pig grunts and snuffles as it forages in the gutters. A goodwife of Exile is here, gossiping with her neighbours. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. To the north a thin dirt path climbs up a gentle slope between the shade of the tall houses. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n e w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A plump goose glares and honks indignantly at people as they pass. A small dog scavenges in the street. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A small boy is here running some errand for his master. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. Rambling roses clamber over doorways and the fresh green of ivy clings to dark timbers and frames the leaded windows. One of the buildings to the north is fronted by a large pair of wooden double doors. Above them hangs a sign upon which a tree-saw has been roughly painted in red. It's snowing hard, well past freezing, and there is a gale blowing. Obvious exits: n(closed) e w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. n You walk north. A Carpenter's Workshop The pungent smell of sawdust is more explanatory than the sign or wood shavings that cover every inch of the floor - this is the place where unusable stumps of wood are turned into irreplaceable works of art and function. Stacked carefully in rows on the floor and hung via endless hooks and rope from beams above are wooden tables, chests, chairs, toys, implements and some objects that appear almost more dangerous to use than a mage's spell book. Obvious exits: s Some lumber is here, ready for use. The master carpenter Fyugia stands here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. You walk south. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. Rambling roses clamber over doorways and the fresh green of ivy clings to dark timbers and frames the leaded windows. One of the buildings to the north is fronted by a large pair of wooden double doors. Above them hangs a sign upon which a tree-saw has been roughly painted in red. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. Southwall Lane You are in a narrow lane. On the north side, high timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, shading the hard packed dirt track beneath you and the muddy, open ditch on either side that passes for a gutter. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A cracked egg oozes here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s grate(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk north. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. You walk north. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. You walk west. West Wayward Avenue You are in an open lane running through the judicial district of Exile. The air is thick with the tell-tale miasma of an over-crowded city. The heady smell of manure mingles with the smoke of many hearth fires and the faecal scent of the open gutters that run down either side of the dirt road. To the north, the close stonework of the back of the Library of Exile lines the road, whilst to the south the daunting gothic edifice of the Judicial Court of Exile dominates the view. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. West Wayward Avenue You are in an open lane running through the judicial district of Exile. The air is thick with the tell-tale miasma of an over-crowded city. The heady smell of manure mingles with the smoke of many hearth fires and the faecal scent of the open gutters that run down either side of the dirt road. To the north, the close stonework of the back of the Library of Exile lines the road, whilst to the south the daunting gothic edifice of the Judicial Court of Exile dominates the view. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. West Wayward Avenue You are in an open lane running through the judicial district of Exile. The air is thick with the tell-tale miasma of an over-crowded city. The heady smell of manure mingles with the smoke of many hearth fires and the faecal scent of the open gutters that run down either side of the dirt road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. West Wayward Avenue You are in an open lane running through the judicial district of Exile. The air is thick with the tell-tale miasma of an over-crowded city. The heady smell of manure mingles with the smoke of many hearth fires and the faecal scent of the open gutters that run down either side of the dirt road. A high brick wall runs along the south side of the road, beyond which the Peacekeeper Barracks rise up against the city's southern curtain wall. A wrought iron gate is set into the brick wall, set in the centre of which is the royal coat-of-arms of Taslamar. The vivid red blooms of a rambling Taslamaran rose cascade over the wall, spilling into the street and softening the otherwise grim brickwork. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n(closed) e s w A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. West Wayward Avenue You are in an open lane running through the judicial district of Exile. The air is thick with the tell-tale miasma of an over-crowded city. The heady smell of manure mingles with the smoke of many hearth fires and the faecal scent of the open gutters that run down either side of the dirt road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n(closed) e nw grate A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk northwest. Penitent's Walk This quiet, narrow path of hard-packed dirt runs along the west wall of the city. Flying buttresses arch overhead at intervals, supporting the gleaming white stonework of the massive curtain wall. The shadows of Peacekeepers, ever vigilant in their watch, can be occasionally glimpsed moving to and fro high above. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n se An enormous winged lizard walks in from southeast. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Penitent's Walk This quiet, narrow path of hard-packed dirt runs along the west wall of the city. Flying buttresses arch overhead at intervals, supporting the gleaming white stonework of the massive curtain wall. The shadows of Peacekeepers, ever vigilant in their watch, can be occasionally glimpsed moving to and fro high above. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Penitent's Walk This quiet, narrow path of hard-packed dirt runs along the west wall of the city. Flying buttresses arch overhead at intervals, supporting the gleaming white stonework of the massive curtain wall. The shadows of Peacekeepers, ever vigilant in their watch, can be occasionally glimpsed moving to and fro high above. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Penitent's Walk This quiet, narrow path of hard-packed dirt runs along the west wall of the city. Flying buttresses arch overhead at intervals, supporting the gleaming white stonework of the massive curtain wall. The shadows of Peacekeepers, ever vigilant in their watch, can be occasionally glimpsed moving to and fro high above. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s tower(closed) A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. s You walk south. The Priest's Alcove This is the shop catering to the more pious citizens of Exile. It is where priests, paladins, or just very devout worshipers of just about any god can come to replenish their supplies of items of worship. Gerald has a large glass case containing a holy symbol of each god (not for sale of course) and racks and racks of candles, braziers, incense, and candle snuffers. Obvious exits: n Gerald, friend to all priests, welcomes you to his store. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. n You walk north. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s w A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A cracked egg oozes here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A Peacekeeper templar is here, his stern face watchful. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e s(closed) w A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. east You walk east. West Karaxia Street You are on a narrow, cobbled street running east and west through the city of Exile. Tall houses of timber-framed wattle and daub rise on either side of the road, leaning inwards progressively as they rise, shading the street below. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A burly manservant is here, following his mistress. A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant. (Ethereal) A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Exile Cross You are at the crossroad that marks the centre of the fortress city of Exile. The ground is paved with cobbles worn smooth by the endless weight of traffic borne by this busy intersection, a few square yards seem freshly laid and scrubbed viciously clean. An iron gate, wide enough to allow a carriage, opens into the courtyard of an inn to the northeast. The cobbled path of Karaxia Street slopes away to the east and west between the tall, timber-framed buildings, whilst cutting across it to the north and south is Seldavus road. In the centre of the cross the life-sized bronze statue of a regal-looking man stands atop a stone pedestal. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w ne(closed) parapet grate(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An inscribed flagstone has been laid at the foot of the statue. A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A bard is here, enchanting the crowd with tales of tragic heroism. A visiting merchant goes about his business. An earnest priest is here preaching the perils of immorality. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An adept Peacekeeper warder is here, a grim expression upon her face. A taslamaran celador is here, keeping the peace. An elite Peacekeeper stands here proudly. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A visiting merchant goes about his business. A nobleman of Taslamar is here, taking his daily constitutional. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk north. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. east You walk east. Looking across the King's Grounds The city street ends abruptly here, tapering into a tiny walkway leading to the east through a garden archway. Lush, green lawns lead down a hillside, affording an obstacle-free view of The King's Grounds over the city wall in the far-off distance. The Temple of All Gods and the remainder of the City of Exile are visible to the south and west of this point, built upon the top of the hill. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. A Formal Garden Traversing a rolling hillside from east to west are small sandy walkways surrounded by lush expanses of well-manicured lawns dotted here and there by perfectly maintained flower beds. The arrangements of vibrant flowers are surrounded by short painted black fences that serve a more ornamental than utilitarian purpose. Here, a small stone bench is situated to accommodate a weary traveler that wishes to enjoy the splendor of the gardens that once belonged to the beloved King Gerevan. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. east You walk east. A Formal Garden Traversing a rolling hillside from east to west are small sandy walkways surrounded by lush expanses of well-manicured lawns dotted here and there by perfectly maintained flower beds. The arrangements of vibrant flowers are surrounded by short painted black fences that serve a more ornamental than utilitarian purpose. Several large weeping trees create a canopy in this location on the hillside, by which the bright sun is filtered, creating dappled patterns of light across the grass and shade-blooming flowers that grow here. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w ne An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away.

Author:	gergi [ Thu Dec 22, 2016 4:47 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: RP - Lost technology rediscovered
Quote: You walk west. A Formal Garden Traversing a rolling hillside from east to west are small sandy walkways surrounded by lush expanses of well-manicured lawns dotted here and there by perfectly maintained flower beds. The arrangements of vibrant flowers are surrounded by short painted black fences that serve a more ornamental than utilitarian purpose. Here, a small stone bench is situated to accommodate a weary traveler that wishes to enjoy the splendor of the gardens that once belonged to the beloved King Gerevan. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. Looking across the King's Grounds The city street ends abruptly here, tapering into a tiny walkway leading to the east through a garden archway. Lush, green lawns lead down a hillside, affording an obstacle-free view of The King's Grounds over the city wall in the far-off distance. The Temple of All Gods and the remainder of the City of Exile are visible to the south and west of this point, built upon the top of the hill. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk north. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A burly manservant is here, following his mistress. A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk west. The Entrance to the Temple You are at the main entrance to the Temple of All Gods. You see the bustling traffic of Exile's Barbican Avenue, east of here and the main Temple complex lies to the west. The temple is an overwhelmingly spacious area with a dozen or so smaller shrines branching off of it. The northern and southern walls here are lined with rectangular-shaped boxes teeming with rose vines that create a wall of fragrant greenery. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room in a pale white glow. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk east. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A burly manservant is here, following his mistress. A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk north. Before the Taslamar Academy What once the towering square edifice of a mighty barbican now is the grand campus of the Taslamar Academy. A large drawbridge rests across a deep ditch that surrounds the white stone fortress, allowing passage to and from the building. Rose bushes line the roadside, offering a sweet and lush scene that leads to the building. It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: s ne grate(closed) A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. You walk northeast. Before the Streets of Exile This small corridor proceeds north and south in a direct line. The walls have been inlayed with marble panels which gleam with the golden light of two small sconces connected to the walls. The floor beneath you has been constructed from a pale wood- pine, perhaps- which has been lacquered to reflect a soft shine. To your southwest you can hear the bustling racket of the streets of Exile. Obvious exits: n e w sw An enormous winged lizard walks in from southwest. You walk north. A Small Hallway This small corridor proceeds north and south in a direct line. The walls have been inlayed with marble panels which gleam with the golden light of two small sconces connected to the walls. The floor beneath you has been constructed from a pale wood- pine, perhaps- which has been lacquered to reflect a soft shine. To your north you can hear the subtle sounds of the trickling water which pours merrily from the fountain in the foyer. Obvious exits: n s An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. You walk south. Before the Streets of Exile This small corridor proceeds north and south in a direct line. The walls have been inlayed with marble panels which gleam with the golden light of two small sconces connected to the walls. The floor beneath you has been constructed from a pale wood- pine, perhaps- which has been lacquered to reflect a soft shine. To your southwest you can hear the bustling racket of the streets of Exile. Obvious exits: n e w sw An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk west. The Information Center Indigo-painted walls line this large office, making it seem smaller than it likely is. The wooden floor has been constructed from a pale-colored wood and has been vigorously polished. A crisp notice, listing Exile's shops, hangs high on the northern wall, taking up a majority of the space. Glancing at the southern wall, one notices a long list, entitled 'Laws of Taslamar', in bold print. A stunning mural of a raven-haired woman dominates the western wall, the border of which is surrounded by budding roses. A large oak desk sits in the center of the room, beneath a large orb on the ceiling which bathes the room in a comforting glow. Obvious exits: n(closed) e w(closed) nw(closed) sw(closed) Iserken Draem, the head of public relations, stands here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk east. Before the Streets of Exile This small corridor proceeds north and south in a direct line. The walls have been inlayed with marble panels which gleam with the golden light of two small sconces connected to the walls. The floor beneath you has been constructed from a pale wood- pine, perhaps- which has been lacquered to reflect a soft shine. To your southwest you can hear the bustling racket of the streets of Exile. Obvious exits: n e w sw An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk southwest. Before the Taslamar Academy What once the towering square edifice of a mighty barbican now is the grand campus of the Taslamar Academy. A large drawbridge rests across a deep ditch that surrounds the white stone fortress, allowing passage to and from the building. Rose bushes line the roadside, offering a sweet and lush scene that leads to the building. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: s ne grate(closed) A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. An enormous winged lizard walks in from northeast. You walk south. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A burly manservant is here, following his mistress. A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk west. The Entrance to the Temple You are at the main entrance to the Temple of All Gods. You see the bustling traffic of Exile's Barbican Avenue, east of here and the main Temple complex lies to the west. The temple is an overwhelmingly spacious area with a dozen or so smaller shrines branching off of it. The northern and southern walls here are lined with rectangular-shaped boxes teeming with rose vines that create a wall of fragrant greenery. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room in a pale white glow. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. The Temple of All Gods You are standing near the southeastern-most area in the Temple of All Gods. Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against the southern and eastern walls, on either side of the passageways to a small shrine and exit. The vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the air with a attractive aroma. Obvious exits: n e s w nw An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk west. The Temple of All Gods You are standing near the southern-most area of the Temple of All Gods. Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against the southern wall, on either side of the passageway to a small shrine. The vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the air with a attractive aroma. Obvious exits: n e s w nw ne An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk north. The Center of the Temple Reflective, marble flooring spans out as far as the eye can capture in this expansive temple. Engraved into a large panel of the flooring, is a delicately written inscription. Large, decorative columns ascend out of the floor at uniformed intervals, connecting to the soaring cathedral ceilings. You find yourself in the very center of the Temple of All Gods and laying in the midpoint are three golden boxes that have been arranged in a open-ended square. The golden vessels overflow with lush rosebushes that emit a sweet aroma into the air. A pedestal, topped with a golden bowl, is erected in the center of the square. From this vantage point, you notice that smaller shrines connect off of the main temple structure, intended for a more personalized worship. Obvious exits: n e s w u nw ne sw se Percer, the High Priest is here, standing in the center of the Temple. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south. You walk west. The Temple of All Gods You are standing against the midwestern wall in the Temple of All Gods. Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against the western walls, on either side of the passageway to a small shrine. The vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the air with a attractive aroma. Obvious exits: n e s w ne se An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east. You walk southeast. The Temple of All Gods You are standing near the southern-most area of the Temple of All Gods. Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against the southern wall, on either side of the passageway to a small shrine. The vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the air with a attractive aroma. Obvious exits: n e s w nw ne An enormous winged lizard walks in from northwest. You walk east. The Temple of All Gods You are standing near the southeastern-most area in the Temple of All Gods. Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against the southern and eastern walls, on either side of the passageways to a small shrine and exit. The vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the air with a attractive aroma. Obvious exits: n e s w nw An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk east. The Entrance to the Temple You are at the main entrance to the Temple of All Gods. You see the bustling traffic of Exile's Barbican Avenue, east of here and the main Temple complex lies to the west. The temple is an overwhelmingly spacious area with a dozen or so smaller shrines branching off of it. The northern and southern walls here are lined with rectangular-shaped boxes teeming with rose vines that create a wall of fragrant greenery. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this room in a pale white glow. Obvious exits: e w An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk east. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s w A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A burly manservant is here, following his mistress. A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. You walk south. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s A cracked egg oozes here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk south. Barbican Avenue You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction, climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well - maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A visiting merchant goes about his business. A nobleman of Taslamar is here, taking his daily constitutional. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk south. Exile Cross You are at the crossroad that marks the centre of the fortress city of Exile. The ground is paved with cobbles worn smooth by the endless weight of traffic borne by this busy intersection, a few square yards seem freshly laid and scrubbed viciously clean. An iron gate, wide enough to allow a carriage, opens into the courtyard of an inn to the northeast. The cobbled path of Karaxia Street slopes away to the east and west between the tall, timber-framed buildings, whilst cutting across it to the north and south is Seldavus road. In the centre of the cross the life-sized bronze statue of a regal-looking man stands atop a stone pedestal. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w ne(closed) parapet grate(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An inscribed flagstone has been laid at the foot of the statue. A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A bard is here, enchanting the crowd with tales of tragic heroism. A visiting merchant goes about his business. An earnest priest is here preaching the perils of immorality. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An adept Peacekeeper warder is here, a grim expression upon her face. A taslamaran celador is here, keeping the peace. An elite Peacekeeper stands here proudly. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk south. Seldavus Road The broad cobbled area of Exile Cross begins to narrow as it forms Seldavus Road that runs southward. Water runs down an open gutters edging in a vain attempt to keep the city clean. The gentle slope of the road levels as it runs north, to where it opens out into a crowded square. In a careful construction where the cobbled area is still sufficiently wide, large timber logs have been set down to form a square border around some freshly dug soil, its color dark and fertile. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s bank A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. Lazeran Lorearthen, the Peacekeeper Marshal, stands here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk south. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n s A cracked egg oozes here. A young male human is strolling around here in a set of red-brown clothing. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk south. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. Obvious exits: n s Black paper streamers are strewn about here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk south. Seldavus Road You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below into gloomy shadow. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A small boy is here, sweeping the streets. A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. North of here one of the tall houses has its ground floor built of grey stone. The building is open to the front, and between the brick pillars supporting its ceiling, the unmistakable glow of a forge can be seen within. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e w A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. Stagnant water stands in the muddy gutters, clogged with the wastage of the day and the night-soil cast out from the windows above each morning. They give off a low but unmistakable reek, thinly disguised by the strong smell of smoke that hangs over this stretch of the city like a truculent smog. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e w Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty. A small dog scavenges in the street. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. A brawny warrior swaggers along the street. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. The corner of Fevlorn and Rose Two narrow dirt tracks converge in this location, creating a well-worn intersection in the commerce section of the city. Honeysuckle and rose ramble along the north-south path, but traffic seems more heavy traveling from east to west. Several deep ruts in the dirt roads are filled with mud that flows to the open gutter system. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n e s w ( 2) A cracked egg oozes here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. Fevlorn Avenue You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and most of the night. A building to the north has uncharacteristically large windows, behind which an assortment of goods can be seen on display. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: n w ne A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses. A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city. A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day. A merchant of Exile goes about his business. A brawny warrior swaggers along the street. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk northeast. The Courtyard of the Hart and Rose You are in the cobbled courtyard of the Hart and Rose. A high brick wall separates the yard from the main roads to the east and south. Set into the wall is a tall, wrought iron gate that opens out onto the Cross to the southwest. Verdant green ivy, tangled with the sweet, golden blooms of honeysuckle and rambling red Taslamaran rose clamber over the dark timbers and whitewashed wattle and daub fascia of the Inn that looms in from the east side of the courtyard. An oak door leads into the taproom, noise and light spilling out into the yard occasionally as somebody comes or goes. Shadows move behind the expensive, opaque glazing of the ground-floor windows, indicative of the inn's heavy trade. It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy. Obvious exits: e(closed) ne(closed) sw Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A fountain depicting an elven woman kneeling before children stands here. An enormous winged lizard walks in from southwest. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away. You walk east. The Taproom of the Hart and Rose The atmosphere is thick and close, pregnant with the musk of spilt ale, wood smoke and cooked food, heavy with the noise of boisterous conversation, song and laughter. Sawdust is spread liberally over the worn slate flagstones of the floor, upon which heavy wooden tables and benching press together, crowded with patrons that compete for the attentions of the serving wenches that move between them juggling platters of steaming food and flagons of ale. A fire crackles in the hearth set beneath a wide stone chimney brest in the north wall. An open wooden staircase in the south climbs up to the rooms above. Obvious exits: e(closed) w u ne(closed) A cracked egg oozes here. Black paper streamers are strewn about here. A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here. A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here. A sign by the door reads "Keep yer Horses OUT!". A mithril sign engraved with a notice hangs by the door. A cork notice board hangs on the east wall. A hand-pump is here to dispense beer. A battered old bin stands in the corner of the room. A festive Yiggmas Tree decorated with beer mugs is here. A serving wench moves deftly through the taproom serving drinks. A bard is here, entertaining the crowd. A freeman of Exile is here, quietly sipping his ale. A small boy works here collecting glasses and clearing the tables. A thuggish-looking giant glowers here, watching the customers for trouble. A brutish-looking man stands impassively at the door watching the crowd. The swordsman Halfdane is here, quietly drinking by the fire. The warrior Grimm is here, regaling folk with tales of his youth. An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west. Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away.

Author:	Tragonis [ Thu Dec 22, 2016 5:11 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: RP - Lost technology rediscovered
Thank you Gergi!

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Author:	patrisaurus [ Thu Dec 22, 2016 6:44 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: RP - Lost technology rediscovered
RP log of the year - well done

Author:	Dulrik [ Fri Dec 23, 2016 9:54 am ]
Post subject:	Re: RP - Lost technology rediscovered
Pro-tip: Turning off 'auto room' here would keep the log from bloating and better get across your point. You should also send a notice to the KD when you are attempting to make a change like this via RP. I am hearing that did not happen. This log is still good because it puts everyone on notice that something is being tried. So other players can follow up. But to make sure something actually changes due to it in a timely manner, the KD also needs to be sent a message. Some movement forward on the cleanup of this magically created immovable trash can now take place.

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