Stretch
08-19-2007, 12:10 PM
Dwurf's group just went south.
[Town Square, Northwest]
This corner of the square is lively and hectic. A number of representatives of the Landing's population, including several elven loggers and a party of rough-looking dwarves, loiter around the door of the Raging Thrak Inn, where the rowdy cheers of patrons and voices raised in songs of many sorts, from snatches of heroic ballads to blushingly bawdy tunes, beckon you to enter. You also see a pretty flower girl.
Also here: Dwurf, Lovesette
Obvious paths: north, east, southeast, south
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Speaking to a pretty flower girl, Lovesette says, "I got no silver cause ye wreckin me business. Now leave."
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Three minutes later...
Dwurf stands up.
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Dwurf's group just went east.
[Raging Thrak Inn, Barroom]
A long and polished wooden bar occupies the whole north wall of the tavern here in The Raging Thrak, which is named for the fiery proprietor. Hard wooden chairs, tables and benches are spaced liberally throughout the room. The tavern does good business, and seems to be at least half full, no matter what time of day. You also see a doorway.
Also here: Dwurf
Obvious exits: north, south, west, out
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Dwurf's group just went out.
[Town Square, Northwest]
This corner of the square is lively and hectic. A number of representatives of the Landing's population, including several elven loggers and a party of rough-looking dwarves, loiter around the door of the Raging Thrak Inn, where the rowdy cheers of patrons and voices raised in songs of many sorts, from snatches of heroic ballads to blushingly bawdy tunes, beckon you to enter.
Also here: Dwurf, Awsonyn, Lovesette
Obvious paths: north, east, southeast, south
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Awsonyn says, "Goodness, quite the hostile one."
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Dwurf makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...
Dwurf gestures.
His eyes begin to shine with an inner strength.
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Lovesette dusts off a skimpy black sheer silk wrap.
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Awsonyn smiles at Lovesette.
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Dwurf's group just entered the Raging Thrak Inn.
[Raging Thrak Inn, Barroom]
A long and polished wooden bar occupies the whole north wall of the tavern here in The Raging Thrak, which is named for the fiery proprietor. Hard wooden chairs, tables and benches are spaced liberally throughout the room. The tavern does good business, and seems to be at least half full, no matter what time of day. You also see a doorway.
Also here: Dwurf
Obvious exits: north, south, west, out
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Dwurf's group just went west.
[Raging Thrak Inn, Trophy Room]
The charred form of a fireplace occasionally billows small clouds of dust from a spot away from the crowd in the tavern. Charred animal skins lie before the hearth, flanked on either side by clawed and raggedly ripped couches. Broken and blackened trophies of forgotten hunts line the burnt and stained walls. You also see a simple wooden wastebasket and a thrak hide curtain.
Also here: Dwurf
Obvious exits: northeast, east
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You tap out a gentle beat with deft wrists, rocking slightly with your cymbals's music.
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Dwurf sits down.
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You stare at Dwurf.
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You say, "Sick."
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Dwurf says, "She's got a client atleast."
[Town Square, Northwest]
This corner of the square is lively and hectic. A number of representatives of the Landing's population, including several elven loggers and a party of rough-looking dwarves, loiter around the door of the Raging Thrak Inn, where the rowdy cheers of patrons and voices raised in songs of many sorts, from snatches of heroic ballads to blushingly bawdy tunes, beckon you to enter. You also see a pretty flower girl.
Also here: Dwurf, Lovesette
Obvious paths: north, east, southeast, south
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Speaking to a pretty flower girl, Lovesette says, "I got no silver cause ye wreckin me business. Now leave."
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Three minutes later...
Dwurf stands up.
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Dwurf's group just went east.
[Raging Thrak Inn, Barroom]
A long and polished wooden bar occupies the whole north wall of the tavern here in The Raging Thrak, which is named for the fiery proprietor. Hard wooden chairs, tables and benches are spaced liberally throughout the room. The tavern does good business, and seems to be at least half full, no matter what time of day. You also see a doorway.
Also here: Dwurf
Obvious exits: north, south, west, out
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Dwurf's group just went out.
[Town Square, Northwest]
This corner of the square is lively and hectic. A number of representatives of the Landing's population, including several elven loggers and a party of rough-looking dwarves, loiter around the door of the Raging Thrak Inn, where the rowdy cheers of patrons and voices raised in songs of many sorts, from snatches of heroic ballads to blushingly bawdy tunes, beckon you to enter.
Also here: Dwurf, Awsonyn, Lovesette
Obvious paths: north, east, southeast, south
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Awsonyn says, "Goodness, quite the hostile one."
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Dwurf makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...
Dwurf gestures.
His eyes begin to shine with an inner strength.
>
Lovesette dusts off a skimpy black sheer silk wrap.
>
Awsonyn smiles at Lovesette.
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Dwurf's group just entered the Raging Thrak Inn.
[Raging Thrak Inn, Barroom]
A long and polished wooden bar occupies the whole north wall of the tavern here in The Raging Thrak, which is named for the fiery proprietor. Hard wooden chairs, tables and benches are spaced liberally throughout the room. The tavern does good business, and seems to be at least half full, no matter what time of day. You also see a doorway.
Also here: Dwurf
Obvious exits: north, south, west, out
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Dwurf's group just went west.
[Raging Thrak Inn, Trophy Room]
The charred form of a fireplace occasionally billows small clouds of dust from a spot away from the crowd in the tavern. Charred animal skins lie before the hearth, flanked on either side by clawed and raggedly ripped couches. Broken and blackened trophies of forgotten hunts line the burnt and stained walls. You also see a simple wooden wastebasket and a thrak hide curtain.
Also here: Dwurf
Obvious exits: northeast, east
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You tap out a gentle beat with deft wrists, rocking slightly with your cymbals's music.
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Dwurf sits down.
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You stare at Dwurf.
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You say, "Sick."
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Dwurf says, "She's got a client atleast."