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674h, 790m ex-s
South of Central Market.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic
totem is planted solidly in the ground.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, south (open door), southwest
(open door), and northwest.
674h, 790m ex-
The radiant sun shines all about you.
674h, 790m ex-s
The House of Wares.
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. Falanx, the giant praying
mantis towers over you, its huge pincers twitching. Triak, Scourge of Fate is
here. He wields an ethereal shield of bound shadows in his left hand. You see
a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north (open door) and down (closed door).
674h, 790m ex-say please kill me
You say, “Please kill me.”
674h, 790m ex-
Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “No.”
674h, 790m ex-
Triak utters a short incantation, his body slowly fading from sight. Only his
laboured breathing warns you of his presence, and in seconds even this grows
muffled and silent.
674h, 790m ex-say why not?
You say, “Why not?”
674h, 790m ex-
Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “If you wish death upon yourself find someone
else.”
674h, 790m ex-
Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “Perhaps the Kobold king can hel you.”
674h, 790m ex-
Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “Help you.”
674h, 790m ex-
Triak, Scourge of Fate says, “Or the Pixie Queen.”
674h, 790m ex-
Falanx, the giant praying mantis silently leaves to the north, glaring at you
before it leaves.
674h, 790m ex-honours falanx
There is no such person, I’m afraid.
674h, 790m ex-honours triak
Triak, Scourge of Fate (male Chaos Lord resembling a Grook).
He is 152 years old, having been born on the 4th of Mayan, 326 years after the
fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
He is ranked 87th in Achaea.
He is an extremely credible character.
He is not known for acts of infamy.
He is a Patrician in Ashtan.
He is a proud soldier of Ashtan.
He is considered to be approximately 220635% of your might.
He is a mentor and able to take on proteges.
His motto: ‘Don’t get bitter, get better.’
674h, 790m ex-n
South of Central Market.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic
totem is planted solidly in the ground.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, south (open door), southwest
(open door), and northwest.
674h, 790m ex-n
Central Market of Ashtan.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A sewer
grate looms darkly beneath your feet. A cute little humgii is sitting here
placidly, attached to a leash. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground.
A gleaming wooden sign is posted here. There are 6 War Witches here. There are
7 Knights of the Illuminati here. Seething with primal energy, the Well of
Chaos stands here firm, a circle of divine power. Sprightly balancing on his
hands, an Ashtan Joker cavorts here in a playful manner. A Zarathustran eagle
perches atop a monolith, a golden plaque clutched within its talons.
Brandishing a razor sharp blade, a Freedom Fighter stands here, twirling his
long mustachios. Leaning against the wall, a Soldier of the Golden Apple Corps
watches the goings on of everything around him. A brightly coloured
jack-in-the-box rests quietly on the ground. A small black cobra is flaring its
hood here. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to
see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest (open
door), west, and northwest.
674h, 790m ex-e
East of Central Market.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic
totem is planted solidly in the ground. A mottled Mhojave desert falcon glides
effortlessly to and fro. A common red admiral butterfly flits about over your
head. Phoenix Fledgling Virtu is here. You see a sign here instructing you
that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north, east (open door), south, southwest, west, and
northwest.
674h, 790m ex-
The radiant sun shines all about you.
674h, 790m ex-say please kill me
You say, “Please kill me.”
674h, 790m ex-e
Ulangi Trading & Exploration Co. (est. 307).
A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. Overflowing with blood and
other trophies of the dead, a sacrificial altar to the Lord of Warfare has been
erected nearby. Falanx, the giant praying mantis towers over you, its huge
pincers twitching. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the
command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading west (open door) and down (closed door).
674h, 790m ex-
A red admiral butterfly flits in from the west.
674h, 790m ex-w
East of Central Market.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic
totem is planted solidly in the ground. A mottled Mhojave desert falcon glides
effortlessly to and fro. Phoenix Fledgling Virtu is here. You see a sign here
instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north, east (open door), south, southwest, west, and
northwest.
674h, 790m ex-w
Central Market of Ashtan.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A sewer
grate looms darkly beneath your feet. A cute little humgii is sitting here
placidly, attached to a leash. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground.
A gleaming wooden sign is posted here. There are 6 War Witches here. There are
7 Knights of the Illuminati here. Seething with primal energy, the Well of
Chaos stands here firm, a circle of divine power. Sprightly balancing on his
hands, an Ashtan Joker cavorts here in a playful manner. A Zarathustran eagle
perches atop a monolith, a golden plaque clutched within its talons.
Brandishing a razor sharp blade, a Freedom Fighter stands here, twirling his
long mustachios. Leaning against the wall, a Soldier of the Golden Apple Corps
watches the goings on of everything around him. A brightly coloured
jack-in-the-box rests quietly on the ground. A small black cobra is flaring its
hood here. Lucca paces here, calling out to passers-by in hopes of attracting
their attention to the Bastion Bugle. You see a sign here instructing you that
WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest (open
door), west, and northwest.
674h, 790m ex-w
West of Central Market.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic
totem is planted solidly in the ground. Tail swishing agitatedly, a black
desert stallion stands here regally. You see a sign here instructing you that
WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, and west (open door).
674h, 790m ex-w
The Tools of Fate.
There are 2 ornate steel rapiers here. A runic totem is planted solidly in the
ground. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see
what is for sale.
You see exits leading east (open door) and down (closed door).
674h, 790m ex-e
West of Central Market.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A runic
totem is planted solidly in the ground. Tail swishing agitatedly, a black
desert stallion stands here regally. You see a sign here instructing you that
WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, and west (open door).
674h, 790m ex-e
Central Market of Ashtan.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A sewer
grate looms darkly beneath your feet. A cute little humgii is sitting here
placidly, attached to a leash. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground.
A gleaming wooden sign is posted here. There are 6 War Witches here. There are
7 Knights of the Illuminati here. Seething with primal energy, the Well of
Chaos stands here firm, a circle of divine power. Sprightly balancing on his
hands, an Ashtan Joker cavorts here in a playful manner. A Zarathustran eagle
perches atop a monolith, a golden plaque clutched within its talons.
Brandishing a razor sharp blade, a Freedom Fighter stands here, twirling his
long mustachios. Leaning against the wall, a Soldier of the Golden Apple Corps
watches the goings on of everything around him. A brightly coloured
jack-in-the-box rests quietly on the ground. A small black cobra is flaring its
hood here. Lucca paces here, calling out to passers-by in hopes of attracting
their attention to the Bastion Bugle. You see a sign here instructing you that
WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest (open
door), west, and northwest.
674h, 790m ex-n
North of Central Market.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A rune
resembling a horse has been sketched into the ground here. A narrow, short dirk
catches your eye. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A pale blue
marble bench is here. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the
command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north (open door), east, southeast, south, southwest, and
west.
674h, 790m ex-n
The Sarcophagus.
A rune resembling a horse has been sketched into the ground here. A runic totem
is planted solidly in the ground. Korthian is here. You see a sign here
instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north (open door), south (open door), and down (closed
door).
674h, 790m ex-say please kill me
You say, “Please kill me.”
674h, 790m ex-tell korthian please kill me
You tell Korthian, “Please kill me.”
674h, 790m ex-ql
The Sarcophagus.
A rune resembling a horse has been sketched into the ground here. A runic totem
is planted solidly in the ground. Korthian is here. You see a sign here
instructing you that WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north (open door), south (open door), and down (closed
door).
674h, 790m ex-look korthian
He is a winged Atavian. He is wearing flowing indigo robes, and a canvas
backpack.
674h, 790m ex-yell please kill me!
You yell, “Please kill me!”
674h, 790m ex-
Demiurge Sorantia Caderyn, Magister of Chaos yells, “You asked for it.”
674h, 790m ex-
Sorantia, riding an armoured rhinoceros, arrives from the south.
674h, 790m ex-yell Thank you!
You yell, “Thank you!”
674h, 790m ex-
Demiurge Sorantia Caderyn, Magister of Chaos says, “Why do you want to die?”
674h, 790m ex-say i have nothing left to live for.
You say, “I have nothing left to live for.”
674h, 790m ex-
Demiurge Sorantia Caderyn, Magister of Chaos says, “Uh, right.”
674h, 790m ex-say well, let’s get on with it…
You say, “Well, let’s get on with it…”
674h, 790m ex-
Sorantia gives you the once over.
674h, 790m ex-
Sorantia puts her hands on her hips and goes “Hmmm!”
674h, 790m ex-
Sorantia, riding an armoured rhinoceros, leaves to the south.
674h, 790m ex-yell come back!!!
You yell, “Come back!!!”
674h, 790m ex-
A snaking stream of acid from Sorantia’s maw forks into the room, blasting into
you mercilessly.
283h, 790m ex-yell one more
You yell, “One more.”
283h, 790m ex-
A snaking stream of acid from Sorantia’s maw forks into the room, blasting into
you mercilessly.
The Dragon’s acid has burned through your skull and into your brain, setting
off every pain receptor in your body before you expire.
You have been slain by Sorantia.
0h, 790m ex-
Demiurge Sorantia Caderyn, Magister of Chaos yells, “Rest in peace.”
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