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I had meant to post this yesterday, but I forgot... Priceless MUDmoment of the week:


Atop a Rickety Watchtower
Light.
This precarious watchtower, hewn from crumbling stone a few
feet high and supported by rotting wooden scaffolding, affords
a beautiful view of the surrounding swamp. In the distance to
the west, the citadel of Hrielith is visible. Beyond it on the
horizon is a great forest and mountains that reach toward the
sky, dark and ominous. Shattered timbers rising above the level
of the stone seem to have once supported a roof that has long
since collapsed.
Visible exits: down.
You see Ari, Casvenx.
You see Quelenor' Lienel.

You say, "The spell was stolen from the hrielith library."
You whisper to Casvenx, "I feel like I'm talking to a rock..."
># Phethjeld seems to search the land, the wind lifting debris, and dust.
># A gentle rain falls softly.
Quelenor' Lienel frowns darkly.
You suddenly feel as if a sinister shadow has drifted over your soul.
You say, "Erm."

*** snip snip snip, sometime later ***

The shadow over your soul finally dissipates as you enter the city of Hrielith.
You say, "I do feel kinda bad about calling him a rock..."
Casvenx laughs.
Casvenx says, "I would too."


It's really not wise to suggest that an ancient ghost of a long lost civilization is in any way rock-like, especially if they happen to be former assassin commanders. *snerk*