Luggard-Amador coachman is missing
Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2025 6:42 am
Went out the west gate of Luggard this morning to coach to Amador. Found the location where the sign for the coach is, but the coachman was MIA.
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time
It is 12 o'clock am, on the 12th day of the month of Maigdhal, year 1649.
The stars shine in the deep night, and darkness reigns as the moon hides its face.
According to legend and prophecy, this is the First Turn of the Wheel.
If you have mudlet lag check Adael's install guide for a bugfix!
(Server: Wed Sep 17 06:36:05 2025 EST, last rebooted 6 hours, 33 minutes ago)
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Coach Stop Outside the Walls of Lugard
A maze of pine clad hills, clefts, valleys and ravines stretches out
westwards into the distance. To the east, the crumbling rock walls of the
city of Lugard provide little protection to the city. To the north, a road
leads through battered gates into the bustling city. Short, lush green
grass covers the hills and small wildflowers blossom in the rich soil. The
pungeant scent of pine sap wafts in from nearby.
A neatly scribed sign lists the destination of the coach.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
(wotmudmapper): (error): No matches found.
A black stallion prances about, being ridden by you.
An escaped golden-maned lion prowls dangerously, sharp eyes scanning its surroundings.
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time
It is 12 o'clock am, on the 12th day of the month of Maigdhal, year 1649.
The stars shine in the deep night, and darkness reigns as the moon hides its face.
According to legend and prophecy, this is the First Turn of the Wheel.
If you have mudlet lag check Adael's install guide for a bugfix!
(Server: Wed Sep 17 06:36:05 2025 EST, last rebooted 6 hours, 33 minutes ago)
* R HP:Healthy MV:Tiring >
l
Coach Stop Outside the Walls of Lugard
A maze of pine clad hills, clefts, valleys and ravines stretches out
westwards into the distance. To the east, the crumbling rock walls of the
city of Lugard provide little protection to the city. To the north, a road
leads through battered gates into the bustling city. Short, lush green
grass covers the hills and small wildflowers blossom in the rich soil. The
pungeant scent of pine sap wafts in from nearby.
A neatly scribed sign lists the destination of the coach.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
(wotmudmapper): (error): No matches found.
A black stallion prances about, being ridden by you.
An escaped golden-maned lion prowls dangerously, sharp eyes scanning its surroundings.