Ely edit 28 Jul 2021.
1-6 qps, depending on length and quality.
Potential +1 qp: if part of a series: o/x there is a link, but it's not working, so can't determine if it's a series or not
Total: 4 qps
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The Price of a Drink
Six Weeks Before
In the end, it is the alcohol that gets him.
The man has a hold on the bar like it is driftwood in the Sea of Storms. Ropes of drool seep out of his mouth and onto the cracked varnish. The portly bartender, years aged in the business of caretaker, confessionary, and tapper, and props his head up. Notices me watching.
‘S’ta keep him from choking on his own sick.’
‘Aye. I’ve seen it before. Bad business.’ I make my way from the high top I’m standing at to the bar, consider in passing the thick pouch of coin drooping off the man’s hip. He smells as though he’s been drowned in whiskey.
‘Be careful, there, were I you.’ The bartender’s eyes find mine over the glass he’s polishing. ‘Trouble would follow that.’
I hold up my hands. ‘None for me, barkeep. No tinker, me.’
He nods, sets the glass down. Leans forward on the bar. ‘Wouldn’t be you that’s the trouble. His master ain’t the likes to be trifled with.’
‘One of the…’ I spin my finger in the air, whistle. Militia.
‘Worse’n that.’
‘Ah.’ The single syllable says it all. Lets him know I’m world-wise enough for a different kind of conversation. Not everyone grasps that this city isn’t ruled by the ruler.
I gesture to snoring man. ‘Haven’t seen the like before. Sixteen, was it?’
‘Bartenders can handle that and more.’ He pats his mighty belly. ‘Many more’ta do me.’
I hook my thumb at my neighbor. ‘He tend bar?’
‘One o’the best, when he isn’t sopping drunk. Knows all the fine things.’
‘Why’d it only take sixteen for’em, then?’ We share a laugh.
I settle on a stool, drop my own purse on the counter. Flick my finger forward and back between the him and I. Two pours? He nods appreciatively, finds a thick cinnamon mead, empties the bottle in two tankards. I take a healthy sip, savor the sweet and spice.
‘Yours?’
‘Aye.’
‘I’ll be making this stop more oft’n.’ The room around us is quiet, though the hour isn’t yet late. The soft silence is broken only by whispered conversation in corners, scraping chairs, the whisk of the bar maid’s skirts.
‘What did’em, this eve?’
The bartender shrugs. ‘Bad bets, seems’ta me?’
‘What’d he be placing wagers on round these parts? Number o’ disappearances?’ We chuckle.
‘It’ll be th’ponies for’em.’
I shoot him incredulity. ‘Ponies? These parts? Not’a’soul puttin’ money on the nags from Andor.’
‘Neh, Tairen, that. Owes some High Lord a fortune.’ I wince. He nods. ‘Bet triple .’
‘An’ lost?’
‘Lost.’ A grave nod.
‘Aye, he deserves the drink ta’night.’ Bob my head in compassionate acknowledgement.
‘They have racing tracks in Tear?’
‘Aye. Never made it down there?’
‘Neh. I’m from up Cairhien way. Headed back there soon as the caravan pulls stakes. Know how’t’is.’
He nods understanding my way. ‘Good wine, there. Good vintners.’
‘Aye, and a pretty lady who’s dandling my son on ‘er hip.’ A quick grin on both of our faces.
‘Only versed in the Silver Circuit, me.’
‘Aye, good establishment, that.’
The bartender has begun to loosen up. And so it is time for me to leave. ‘Anyhow. Time is th’time. Save me a few, for the next round, eh?’ I wave my finger at the bottle of mead, finish the rest of the bit in my tankard.
‘I’ll toss your name on’em, mister…?’
‘Gedwyn. Call me Gelly, should’ya wish.’
‘Gelly it is. Well met.’ He takes my hand.
‘This yours?’ I move my hand around. The bar.
‘Neh. On credit.’ He flashes a wink and I take the hint.
I toss a few silvers on the bar top, for the drinks, tip. I tap my sleeping neighbor. ‘His on me, eh? Can’t always have bloody luck.’
‘Him an’ the Governor thank’ee.’
I nod, toss him a mock salute. He grins me out of his bar. I wrap my cloak around me, step out into the street. Make my way north and east through the Low Lane, beyond the Eastern Gates, unwatched save by a choice few. Outside, I sweep away the dark, hooded cloak, drop it and the wagoner brogue as I move. I was there, that day. The day he ripped the duster from his shoulder and pledged to Isaah Viera. The grit and dust of Four Kings filled the air, and under the shade of the Braem on the Caemlyn Road, he made his choice. That day, he began to call himself the Governor of Aringill. He will pay. And so I have business in Tear.
Three Weeks Before
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > l
Thiefcatcher Guild
Hidden away behind the pawnshop, the thiefcatcher guild serves only those
recognised to be in the elite, the best at their trade. All manner of
objects can be seen hanging on the walls, the purpose of many of them
forgotten in the endless march of time. The pawnshop is back to the west,
through the hidden backdoor behind the painting in the pawnbroker's shop.
[ obvious exits: W ]
A black and tan puppy is here, nose to the ground.
A skinny man with graying hair shuffles through some paper.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher says ‘Who’s the target?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘One Lord Mendiana.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You add ‘Not the High Lord. His nephew.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher says ‘How are you going to get into the race in the first place?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Bullshit? Bravado? Perhaps my lordly title?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > scratch pup
You scratch a bloodhound pup under the chin.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > l puppy
With a firm hand and persistent training, this pup may one day acquire the
solemn stature and prowess of his blood line. Though still young, tracking
is in his blood. Nosing around, his deep-set eyes take in each detail. Long,
silky ears flop wildly as he dashes to and fro, sniffing everything within reach.
A bloodhound pup is in excellent condition.
You attempt to peek at the inventory:
You can't see anything.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher says ‘And then you’re going to -‘
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You fold your arms across your chest. ‘The plan is the plan, Caliam. You’re not going to like it any more by making me repeat it.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >pat pup
You pat a bloodhound pup on its head.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > stand
You stand up.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You brush smooth your costume, start for the door.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher says ‘Hold on, now.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You stop in your tracks.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher says ‘A drink, for luck?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher grins evilly.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You grin, eyes sparkling with mischief.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Just like old times, eh?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher says ‘We’re not that old. Not yet.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Caliam produces a bottle of oosquai from under a velvet throw.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You wince at bad memories. ‘Oosquai? Really?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher smiles primly. ‘That Surtain fellow knows his bartending.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher pours two glasses.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher looks you in the eye. ‘For friends gone, and foes vanquished.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You look him in the eyes, serious. ‘For both, Caliam. For both.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You down your glass of oosquai. Caliam does the same.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher says ‘Luck, Rico.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > nod Caliam
You nod at him.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Just make sure everything is ready.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >unlock backdoor
Ok.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher opens the backdoor carefully and peers out into
the pawn shop behind it.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher nods in agreement.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full >
Pawn Shop
Amidst a back alley of the Maule, a small, sordid shop houses the pawnshop
of the city. This shop has acquired a bad reputation, as pawning an item
here is an expensive business, and the price to reclaim items is often
high, if they are not already sold. Still, for those in need of immediate
cash, like the former owner of the magnificent painting on the wall, then
this small shop is the answer, as it deals in all sorts of unexpected
commodities. The muddy alley is out to the north. Badly cared for, this
grubby shop has marks and scuffles on its furniture.
[ obvious exits: N ]
A little girl plays here.
A sturdy man garbed in the colors of the Defenders of the Stone stands here.
The pawnbroker is awaiting donations to start trading in his shop.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full >
The pawnbroker pretends not to notice you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full > wink pawnbroker
You wink suggestively at the pawnbroker.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full >
A Muddy Alley
Dank and muddy, a Poorhouse faces over this alley to the east, doors kept
open. The alley is very narrow, and the grey-stoned inner wall is less than
a span away from the shop to the south. A bewildering variety of objects,
weapons and even clothing can be seen through the open doorway, and it
seems as if it buys and sells almost anything. Across the street to the
west, a three-barred gate guards the entrance to Tear's bloodstock stables.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
South: A Defender of the Stone maintains peace in the city.
West: An Illianer steed stands here proudly, its black mane glistening.
A little girl plays here.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full >
A Muddy Street
Fewer people visit the shops in these parts, the southern Maule, which are
just muddy as anywhere else outside the inner city. Off to the west, a
three-barred gate encloses Tear's Bloodstock Stables, famous for their
sturdy, deep-chested steeds. The dull metal gate to the north leads off
towards the inner city, and there is wooden gate leading south out of the
city. An alley goes to the east, towards the poorest part of the city.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
North: A little girl plays here.
East: A little girl plays here.
West: A gleeman is here, wearing a cloak of different colored patches.
An Illianer steed stands here proudly, its black mane glistening.
A wild stallion bucks madly.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full > w
Tear's Bloodstock Stables
Only the very best is good enough for Tear's stables, famous for their
deep-chested Tairen steeds that are renowned for their superior speed,
endurance and beauty. Funded by the nobility of the city, these stables
uphold the bloodstock for future generations and provide the necessary
grasslands to pasture the herds. Stables can be seen all around you with
fields in the distance. The Maule is back out the courtyard, to the east.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
East: An Illianer steed stands here proudly, its black mane glistening.
South: A Tairen destrier barded in black and gold stands here.
West: A little girl plays here.
A gleeman is here, wearing a cloak of different colored patches.
A man walks among the horses here feeding them and rubbing them down.
A Tairen commoner rushes by in a hurry, trampling you underfoot.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A stablekeeper is here, suddenly trying to seem very busy.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full > l stablekeeper
A yawning and slack-mouthed man tries hard to pretend
he doesn't see you,
suddenly pretending to be very interested in his work the moment you arrive.
His slumped shoulders and lazy pace lend little credit to his service and
leaves you waiting longer than it should.
A stablekeeper is in excellent condition.
a stablekeeper is using:
<held> a shovel
<worn about body> a stained apron
<worn on feet> a pair of heavy leather boots
You attempt to peek at the inventory:
a lantern
four copper pennys
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full >
You say 'The silver.'
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full >
A stablekeeper looks at you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full >
A stablekeeper says ‘Y-y-y-es my lord.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full >
A stablekeeper disappears along the row.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full >
You hear a fitful neighing in the distance.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Full >
A stablekeeper struggles to hold the leads of a silver thoroughbred.
A silver-haired thoroughbred follows you.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > l silver
A fine silver thoroughbred stands at seventeen hands. Ready to sprint on a
moment's notice, its sleek muscles ripple beneath a shining, charcoal coat.
Bright eyes in an elegant head, an upright, graceful neck, lean lines, and
a long low stride show its purpose. This horse was bred for hunting.
A silver-haired thoroughbred is in excellent condition.
You attempt to peek at the inventory:
You can't see anything.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Whooo. Hey.’
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Calm. Calm.’
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Ready to race, are we?’
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A silver-haired thoroughbred whinnies excitedly.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘I’ll just bet you are.’
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > ride silver
You start riding him.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stops following you.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong >east
A Muddy Street
Fewer people visit the shops in these parts, the southern Maule, which are
just muddy as anywhere else outside the inner city. Off to the west, a
three-barred gate encloses Tear's Bloodstock Stables, famous for their
sturdy, deep-chested steeds. The dull metal gate to the north leads off
towards the inner city, and there is wooden gate leading south out of the
city. An alley goes to the east, towards the poorest part of the city.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A sturdy man garbed in the colors of the Defenders of the Stone stands here.
A well-dressed noble of Tear ambles casually in no hurry.
A Defender of the Stone maintains peace in the city.
A Tairen destrier barded in black and gold stands here.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > north
An Archway under the Inner Wall
A double gateway, the gates constructed from a dull metal, keeps any
invaders out of the inner city, and is well guarded by a detachment of
defenders. A guardroom is set into the inner wall, and it has doors with
arrow-holes in them, leaving no doubt to its military purpose. The Maule,
and beyond that the Fingers of the Dragon, are to the south, and the inner
city and the Stone are on the wide paved street just over to the north.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > north
A Wide Paved Street
Facing the seamless joins of the Stone of Tear to the north, a small archway
has been set into the inner wall, above which is an archer's ledge with crenels
and merlons. Most of the city's traffic from the Maule under the archway to the
south goes east from here, towards the inner city, although some of the finer
coaches go towards the residential area to the west.
[ obvious exits: E S W ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A Defender of the Stone maintains peace in the city.
A Tairen destrier barded in black and gold stands here.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > east
A Wide Paved Street
Reaching a junction just to the east, this paved street, the widest in Tear,
cuts between the sides of a flower shop to the north and a smithy just to the
south. The Stone of Tear faces this street over towards the west, and at the
end of the street are a white-domed palace and an archway set into the inner
wall. The River Erinin lies beyond the city, near a green plain.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A gull is here flying around.
A sharply dressed man stands by with a sense of respectful urgency.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > east
A Wide Paved Street
Various roads lead off in different directions from this crossroads in the
inner city. Small alleys to the east and south lead off to a tailor's shop and
a smithy. Between them is an inn, the Star. Northward, a slightly wider
alleyway makes a direct line towards a tall tower at the far end, the
second-tallest structure in the city. The rooftops of palaces can be seen to
the west, beyond an guarded archway in the inner wall and the Stone.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A city lamplighter stands nearby, attending his duties.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > north
Paved Alleyway
The neatly-gathered pile of leaves, flowers and stalks, all gathered waste from
the flowershop to the west, lies smartly swept up against the shop corner,
awaiting removal. This alleyway continues northwards, broadening out into a
road beyond which a tower is visible. To the south, it comes out into a
crossroads of sorts. The side of a building, no windows visible, stands to the
east, although the sounds of looms can sometimes be heard.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A local lord is here.
A little girl plays here.
A Tairen commoner rushes by in a hurry, trampling you underfoot.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > north
Paved Alleyway
Although this narrow alleyway comes out to the north into a much larger paved
street, the alleyway continues immediately to the south, not widening until
considerably further down the alley. A large hall on which is painted an
enormous golden sign stands on the Stone side of the alleyway, and a sidedoor
in the wall lets a steady flow of people in and out. The other side of the
alley shows nothing but a wall, the back of some building.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A Defender of the Stone maintains peace in the city.
A Defender of the Stone maintains peace in the city.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > north
A Wide Paved Street
A tall, golden-colored tower looms high overhead, the tallest structure in the
city except for the Stone of Tear itself. Most of the traffic through the
archway in the inner wall directly to the east goes on to the west, towards
Tear's port area, the Chalme. Some goes south, towards the more residential
areas in the city and the southern part of the Maule.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
An oil lamp, set in a steel cage, hangs from a high wooden pole.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A Defender of the Stone maintains peace in the city.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > east
An Archway under the Inner Wall
Strong and solid, the dull iron gates to both the east and west are stout
enough to repel the most determined of invaders. A small iron guardhouse to
the north overlooks the road between the gates, and has arrow slits on the
door for defense in times of trouble. Beyond the gates, Tear's clean and
paved inner city is just to the west, and the Maule is to the east.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A mirrored lantern has been left here.
A Tairen commoner rushes by in a hurry, trampling you underfoot.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > east
Muddy Sidestreet
Here, on the outskirts of the eastern Maule, an archway under the inner
wall is directly west, though more immediate is the butcher to the north. A
small side alley leads off to the south beside the wall, and an open door
can be seen amidst the rows of houses at its end. Directly to the east,
beyond the shops is Tear's east gate, through which lies the way to the
Haddon Mirk and Spine of the World. Westward beyond the gate is the Stone.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A Defender of the Stone maintains peace in the city.
A small dog is here, barking furiously.
A man gambles away his purse.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > east
Muddy Sidestreet
Standing below a creaking sign onto which is carved a clog, one of the
city's outer gates stands directly to the east. Beyond that gate, a
patchwork pattern of farms dot the countryside, with a vast forest
obscuring the horizon. A small alleyway sits aside the wall to the north,
at the end of which is a shop with open doors. The grey-stoned inner walls
are to the west, beyond which the Stone of Tear dominates the skyline.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A well-dressed noble of Tear ambles casually in no hurry.
* HP:Healthy MV:Strong > east
Inside a Palisade Gate
Surrounding the great city of Tear, impoverished farms nestle against the
spiked wooden wall round the city, stretching off to the northwest and
southwest. Towards the north, the Haddon Mirk stretches as far as the eye
can see. Some olive farms interrupt this huge mass of greenery to the
northeast, where a faint trail can be seen winding its way into the
distance. A stout wooden gate to the west guards the entry into Tear.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A hanging lantern lights the path.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A local lord is here.
A Defender of the Stone maintains peace in the city.
A darkly clad gleeman is standing here, ready to tell you a story.
A donkey wearing a patchwork blanket stands here.
A Gleeman wanders the lands here.
A gleeman is here, playing a lute.
A gleeman is here, wearing a cloak of different colored patches.
A guard warily scans those who pass through the Palisade Gate.
A guard warily scans those who pass through the Palisade Gate.
A guard warily scans those who pass through the Palisade Gate.
A guard warily scans those who pass through the Palisade Gate.
A guard warily scans those who pass through the Palisade Gate.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You stop and watch a number of training Gleeman begin a performance.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You casually lose interest. The show includes a donkey and seems to be getting strange.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A training gleeman yells ‘There are asses, and asses, and asses’ asses!’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > east
Outside a Palisade Gate
This is the path leading east from the great city of Tear. The dirt seems
to be quite well-trodden and packed down from months of use. To the west,
the path stops at Tear's massive wooden gate. Here the path works its way
northwards, around Tear. It also winds far to the east, towards a distant
farmyard. The salty smell of the ocean invades your nostrils, drifting
in from the south.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
An iron lantern hangs from the wall above the gate.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A donkey brays loudly in the distance. Gleemen.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > east
Path from Tear
The small dirt road leading from Tear runs in almost all directions here. To
the south, barren grasslands spread for miles. Not far to the west, the road
leads towards Tear. Towards the north, the path forks off into the wild
prairies. A road leading to a small farmyard on the edge of one of Tear's huge
olive fields lies eastward.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > east
Farmyard
All around sit many different sized and shaped buildings. The larger part
of these seem to be made for the sole purpose of processing olives. To the
south, a larger building with a long chimney sits quietly. There is a path
leading through the small farm. It leads west, towards the city of Tear,
and winds its way eastwards through a huge olive field.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A tired farmer is here.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > east
Olive Field
In all directions stretch masses of reddish olives fields. The chimnies of
buildings in farmyards to the west is quite visible. A cool breeze drifts
northward from the ocean to the south. A small winding path leads away from
the house and follows eastward through the fields. There seems to be an
unusually dark patch of olive vines off the road to the south.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > east
Olive Field
A huge olive field surrounds the small windy path in almost all directions.
To the west, more olive fields continue on towards Tear. Further to the
west, a long dark pillar of smoke rises from the long brick chimney of a
farmhouse. To your north, the small path leads into a barren wilderness
of wild grasslands. The cries of gulls can be heard to the south, from
the ocean.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > south
A Tairen Race Track
In the soft space between ocean and olive fields, a race track for horses
can be found on Tairen soil. A number of stands are arranged around the
course, a perfect oval of dampened hardpack. The grand seating above is
clearly intended for nobles. A box for owners stands at the top.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A strongarm glares at you with discontent.
A strongarm glares at you with discontent.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > dismount
You stop riding him
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You try to knock the dust off of your boots, to no avail.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > l strongarm
Large arms stretch the chainmail tight across the bicep on this balding
man. A snarl at his lips shows he doesn't like intruders in a place where
they should not be. Hard blue eyes tighten as you draw closer as does his
grip on the large club he is holding.
A strongarm is in excellent condition.
a strongarm is using:
<worn on head> a chain coif
<worn on body> a chainmail tunic
<worn on arms> a set of chainmail sleeves
<worn on hands> a pair of metal half-gauntlets
<wielded two-handed> a bone-crushing mattock
<worn about waist> a leather belt
<worn on belt> a small purse
<worn on legs> a pair of chainmail leggings
<worn on feet> a pair of thin metal boots
You attempt to peek at the inventory:
a mirrored lantern
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Lads.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A strongarm says ‘Have a ticket?
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘I’ll be racing today.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A strongarm says ‘Still need a ticket.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > frown
What’s bothering you?
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You stop using a velvet pouch.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You give a velvet pouch to a strongarm.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A strongarm jingles the velvet pouch appreciatively. It disappears quickly.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Ticket price, entry fee, tip. Whatever disappears, disappears.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A strongarm nods at you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘There’s another pouch in it for you if you don’t come when you’re called.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A strongarm whispers something to a strongarm.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘We have a deal?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A strongarm grunts in agreement.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You smile. ‘Pleasure doing business.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > south
Inside the Race Track
Two large sets of tiered seating has been erected in hard stone. Simple in
execution, it is effective for seating those individuals who do not rate a
presence in the owner's box above. Two rows of stiff fencing hem in the
long stripe of dirt that carries into the distance in either direction.
[ obvious exits: N E W U ]
A crowd of Tairens is gathered here to watch the races.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > up
The Owner’s Box.
At odds with the rest of the racetrack, the owner's box is crafted of the
finest materials, with mahogany floors and a surprising array of liquors
lining the walls. A small double row of chairs stand in front of two long
windows, allowing for a clear view of the seating below and the finish line.
[ obvious exits: N D ]
A bar of mahogany rests here, ready for drink service.
A noblewoman of Tear watches you discreetly.
A well-dressed noble of Tear ambles casually in no hurry.
A lord is here, clearly the proprietor of the racetrack.
A country lord of Tear stands here, surveying his holdings.
A young lord stands here, the height of arrogance.
A beautiful woman is here tending the bar.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You close the distance to the bar with the quick pace of an impatient man.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > l bartender
Tall and lovely, this exotic woman does a brisk business. She cares not if
patrons come for the quality of her services or merely to ogle her, as long
as they come.
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender is in excellent condition.
a lovely, dark-eyed bartender is using:
<worn on body> a soft gray dress
<worn about waist> a wide leather belt
<worn on belt> a small purse
<worn on feet> a pair of soft, light shoes
You attempt to peek at the inventory:
You can't see anything.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say loudly ‘Wine. Your finest.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender says ‘Of course my lord. Right away.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You grin, eyes sparkling with mischief.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender gives you a gold-chased goblet.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You sniff the wine.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You swirl the wine in the goblet, examining it closely.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > taste goblet
It tastes like a simple Tairen wine.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You spit the wine back into goblet.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A group of Tairen nobles look over.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A group of Tairen nobles whisper amongst themselves.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘What is this swill? Is this what passes for wine in these backwaters?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender says ‘My Lord, these are of the vintners of House Mendiana, his finest grapes.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘His finest grapes!? Surely you are mistaken. My raisins would press better wine than this.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender glances towards the knot of nobles and blanches.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender steps away.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord approaches, leaving his knot of cronies.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord clears his throat.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘Have a care, Lord… whoever you are?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You turn, look him up and down.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > l lord
Short and fleshy, with silvery hair and dark eyebrows, Mendiana looks
every inch a personage of noble descent. His demeanor, one of grace
and style, suggests a man used to the ins and outs of court, and all
the skills associated with that.
A lord is in excellent condition.
<worn on body> a loose white shirt
<worn about body> a high-collared coat
<slung on back> a sword sheath
<worn about waist> a leather belt
<worn on legs> a pair of baggy black trousers
<worn on feet> a pair of light leather boots
You attempt to peek at the inventory:
You can't see anything.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Your nose edges up a calculated amount.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘And who is it exactly that I should be caring about?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘I am the owner of that vintage you have so disparaged.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Lord… Mendiana, was it? In the flesh. A disappointment, much like your wine.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘What an odious little creature you are. I assume then that this is your racetrack as well. Very…
provincial. I do hope your horses have more vigor than your drink.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender tries to melt into the woodwork, mortified.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord turns a bright, brilliant scarlet.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You wave your hand about in the air.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Perhaps it truly -is- worth the trip to Ebou Dar. They at least make the journey worthwhile.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘As it is, I have brought a horse to the races. I do hope you can make it exciting.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You eye him again. ‘Though I have my doubts.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘My horse flesh will outrace anything on hoof or foot, and you, my Lord, will learn a thing or two about manners.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You smirk.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Your horse flesh might be worth the money to buy and feed my hounds.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘Careful my Lord. You are treading dangerously close to a duel.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘A duel, is it?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You grin, eyes sparkling with mischief.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You settle your hand on the hilt of your dagger.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘I’m a fair hand, I warn you.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Though, you don’t look to be much challenge.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A young lord mutters in rage.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A Tairen noblewoman tries to calm a young lord.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You beckon a lord closer.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Shall we have a moment to speak, you and I, before you end your life needlessly?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You glance at a bartender.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Is there a place that we can go? Privately?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender looks astonished, then startles. ‘Yes my Lord. There.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender points to the door in the corner.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord hesitates.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Listen, my good Lord Mendiana. Your bannerman calls for my blood, yet surely it will be yours that is spilled.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord say ‘Where are the guards?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say in clipped tones, ‘Bought and paid for.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A young lord draws a razor-sharp sword with a flash of steel.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A young lord yells ‘I will fight him in your stead, A lord!’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You throw a goblet at him. It crashes into the wall with a shriek of metal.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You yell ‘You will speak when spoken to. Lick. Spittle.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > glare young
You glare icily at him.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You take a moment to smooth your hair back.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Shall we?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You take a lord by the elbow.
A lord now follows you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender leaves north.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > north
A Secluded Parlor
Outside of the main owner's box, a small room sits in lavish decoration,
waiting for the quite sidetalks and business deals that it attracts. A
separate bar is here as well, holding the personal stock of its Lord owner.
[ obvious exits: S]
An inviting black velvet armchair.
An inviting black velvet armchair.
A beautiful woman is here tending the bar.
A lord has arrived from the south.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord frowns.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘The wine is passing fair. You’ve decanted it too quickly.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Sit, and instead of instead of discussing the terms of dueling as was requested, we will speak about the interest in a plot of land on the Northern Slopes of Maerone and the perennial estate of my House.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord looks confused, but sits.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘I will be wagering it on a horse race. One that I will race in myself. And you, you will be wagering a certain bet marker.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord says tonelessly ‘Oddly specific.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘The one I speak of, I’m aware, is for a wager that was in excess of thirty thousand crowns.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Produce the marker, and I will consider the wager satisfied.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord looks at you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘You’re not a jockey. And a man nearly past prime. What is it exactly that you are playing at?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You smile coldly. ‘Have they not told you? Lords need no reason.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You speak sharply. ‘What will it be, my lord?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘My horse against all of yours. You have four chances to my one.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘My estate versus the marker, with the odds in your favor, and the wager in your favor.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You see the wheels turning in his head. You see his own greed working to convince him.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘And how do I know you are who you say you are?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Come now, Mendiana. Do you not know your betters when you see them?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Go and make the arrangements. We’ll race now.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord goes to leave, but you have a final word.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘I’ll need to see the marker first.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord produces a silvered steel coin on a thick chain.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘It is with me. ‘
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You nod and wave him away.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord leaves south.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender moves out of a lord’s way.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender says ‘Why make this wager. Who is this man to you?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘A drunk in a bar who knows something of great value.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Bring me another drink?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender says ‘Forgive me for asking, but you seem perturbed, my Lord.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘I’ve had a complicated history with Tear.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender leaves south.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You get a tightly rolled bundle from a surcoat with exquisite embroidery.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You stop using a jeweled wristcuff.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You stop using a jeweled wristcuff.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You stop using a shimmering chain of gold
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You stop using a chain of twisted gold adorned with firedrops.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You stop using a surcoat with exquisite embroidery.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You stop using a finely-tailored white shirt.
You stop using a set of cloth sleeves.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > fold belongings
You set your belongings on a surcoat with exquisite embroidery and begin to fold them…
- = + * * + = -
Done!
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender has arrived from the south.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > i
You are carrying:
A bundle of fine clothing
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You set a bundle of fine clothing neatly on the counter.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You feel the eyes of a lovely, dark-eyed bartender on you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You hold your hand out for the drink.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender gives you a smoky-black glass.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > drink glass
You drink the cinnamon liquor.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > drop glass
You set a smoky-black glass down on the bar.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You clench your teeth slightly. ‘Cinnamon isn’t my favorite drink.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender says ‘Apologies, my lord.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > unroll bundle
You unroll the first partition of the bundle, revealing two black shirts.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An attendant has arrived from the south.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > i
You are carrying:
A bundle of black velvet
[2] a black shirt
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An attendants eyes flick between a lovely, dark-eyed bartender and you, standing shirtless.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An attendant says ‘M-my.. err. Apologies for the disturbance my Lord.”
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An attendant says ‘They’re asking for a standard, sir?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘For what?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An attendant says ‘For the beginning of the race?
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You try to quietly draw a gold hilted stiletto from a silver-worked weapons belt.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > sigh
You sigh.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > wear shirt
You wear a plain black shirt.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > shred shirt
- = + *
You place a plain black shirt against the edge of a gold hilted stiletto and pull, shredding it into a square
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > Throw panel
- = + *
A ragged panel of black silk arcs through the air.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A ragged panel of black silk hits an attendant in the face. He struggles for a moment.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender tries to stifle a laugh but fails.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An attendant says ‘Thank you, my lord.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An attendant leaves south.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > place stiletto
You place a gold hilted stiletto on top of a bundle of fine clothing.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > get silver pouch
You get a silver crown from a leather pouch.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > drop silver
You drop a silver crown on the bar’s edge.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘And now, to win a race.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > wink bartender
You wink suggestively at a lovely, dark-eyed bartender.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > s
The Owner’s Box.
At odds with the rest of the racetrack, the owner's box is crafted of the
finest materials, with mahogany floors and a surprising array of liquors
lining the walls. A small double row of chairs stand in front of two long
windows, allowing for a clear view of the seating below and the finish line.
[ obvious exits: N D ]
A bar of mahogany rests here, ready for drink service.
A noblewoman of Tear watches you discreetly.
A well-dressed noble of Tear ambles casually in no hurry.
A country lord of Tear stands here, surveying his holdings.
A beautiful woman is here tending the bar.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A young lord begins to murmur angrily as you walk past.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > d
Inside the Race Track
Two large sets of tiered seating have been erected in hard stone. Simple in
execution, it is effective for seating those individuals who do not rate a
presence in the owner's box above. Two rows of stiff fencing hem in the
long stripe of dirt that carries into the distance in either direction.
[ obvious exits: N E W U ]
A crowd of Tairens is gathered here to watch the races.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
A lord is here, clearly the proprietor of the racetrack.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘The arrangement is made?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘As you requested, my Lord. I shall enjoy my new holdings in Cairhien.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘I shall enjoy wiping that smug look off of your face for a second time this day.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
The crowd mutters around you. They have heard you insult their Lord.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You whistle, two short notes.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A silver-haired thoroughbred raises its head and trots forward.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You take a silver-haired thoroughbred’s harness in hand.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You whisper to a silver-haired thoroughbred ‘Are you ready?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You whisper to a silver-haired thoroughbred ‘I really should give you a name.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You whisper to a silver-haired thoroughbred ‘Let’s go earn one, shall we?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > ride silver
You start riding him.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lord whispers something to a jockey in red.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A jockey in red is here, riding a bloodstock stallion.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > south
Ok.
You trot out onto the race track to stand in procession, riding slowly towards the starting gate.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A jockey in red trots out onto the race track in procession, riding behind you towards the starting gate.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
On the Race Track
A thick strip of dirt folds into a long oval, completing the lengthy circuit
of the race track. The dust has been recently wet to keep any cloud resulting
from the passing of horses to a minimum. The racetrack is lined by wooden
posts, marking the distance that has been covered already.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
Five gates are open on the starting gate.
A jockey in red is here, riding a bloodstock stallion.
A jockey in whites is here, riding a bloodstock stallion.
A diminutive jockey in purple is here, riding a dust-colored gelding.
A jockey in green is here, riding a prancing palomino mare.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
An attendant is here, nervously clutching a thick flag post.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An attendant yells ‘The race shall be flat, with no jumps or obstacles, for a distance of twelve furlongs.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An attendant yells ‘The winner of the race will exhibit the best of both worlds. Speed, and stamina.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An attendant yells ‘Gentlemen, are you ready?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You yell ‘Is it the first, or the third flag to start?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A jockey in red leans over. ‘The third pass, my Lord.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You nod in agreement.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You direct a silver-haired thoroughbred into the starting gate.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A dust-colored gelding snorts violently in the next stall over.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You squeeze the reins between your hands, all of your attention bent on the flag.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
An attendant yells ‘For Glory! For the Chase!’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
The flag waves a single time, once, and a trumpet sounds in the distance.
The first flag drops and there is an explosion of motion around you.
A jockey in red leaves east.
A jockey in whites leaves east.
A diminutive jockey in purple leaves east.
A jockey in green is here, leaves east.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You mutter in disgust.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You yell ‘Heeyah!’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You rocket out of the gate and down the track, in pursuit of the other racers.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > look
Rounding the First Bend
A thick strip of dirt folds into a long oval, completing the lengthy circuit
of the race track. The dust has been recently wet to keep any cloud resulting
from the passing of horses to a minimum. The racetrack is lined by wooden
posts, marking the distance that has been covered already.
A post marker stands here, marking the first quarter of the race.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
You are in fifth place.
A jockey in red is here, riding a bloodstock stallion.
A jockey in whites is here, riding a bloodstock stallion.
A diminutive jockey in purple is here, riding a dust-colored gelding.
A jockey in green is here, riding a prancing palomino mare.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
The racers in front of you kick up clumps of dirt in their wake.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You race, getting into a rhythm with a silver-haired thoroughbred.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A dust-colored gelding throws a horseshoe and crumples to the dirt, flailing wildly.
A diminutive jockey is thrown from his horse!
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You rip past the flailing animal and bruised jockey.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
The pounding of hoofs echoes from ahead.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You take stock of your position in the pack.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > look
Rounding the Half Bend
A thick strip of dirt folds into a long oval, completing the lengthy circuit
of the race track. The dust has been recently wet to keep any cloud resulting
from the passing of horses to a minimum. The racetrack is lined by wooden
posts, marking the distance that has been covered already.
A post marker stands here, marking the first half of the race.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
You are in fourth place.
A jockey in red is here, riding a bloodstock stallion.
A jockey in whites is here, riding a bloodstock stallion.
A jockey in green is here, riding a prancing palomino mare.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
The crowd of gathered Tairens cheers wildly as a jockey in red moves to the inside and takes the lead!
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A jockey in green saws his reins in an effort to overtake.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You thunder down the track, the bad start becoming less as the furlongs fly past.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > look
Rounding the Third Bend
A thick strip of dirt folds into a long oval, completing the lengthy circuit
of the race track. The dust has been recently wet to keep any cloud resulting
from the passing of horses to a minimum. The racetrack is lined by wooden
posts, marking the distance that has been covered already.
A post marker stands here, marking the third quarter of the race.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
You are in fourth place.
A jockey in red is here, riding a bloodstock stallion.
A jockey in whites is here, riding a bloodstock stallion.
A jockey in green is here, riding a prancing palomino mare.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Now is the time to make your move.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You yell ‘Hyahhh!’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A silver thoroughbred opens its gait.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You rip down the race track at break neck speed.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You pass a flagging jockey in green, his horse used up too soon.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A jockey in white glares daggers at you as you slide along his outside and pass him.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > look
Rounding the Final Bend
A thick strip of dirt folds into a long oval, completing the lengthy circuit
of the race track. The dust has been recently wet to keep any cloud resulting
from the passing of horses to a minimum. The racetrack is lined by wooden
posts, marking the distance that has been covered already.
A post marker stands here, marking the third quarter of the race.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
You are in second place.
A jockey in red is here, riding a bloodstock stallion.
A silver-haired thoroughbred stands here, alert for its master's whistle, being
ridden by you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You stand in your stirrups, balance your weight dangerously forward.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A silver-haired thoroughbred snorts, leaping forward.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You begin to make real progress on a jockey in red.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
The bend straightens into the final straight.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You push a silver-haired thoroughbred as hard as you can.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You pull just even with a jockey in red.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A Tairen jockey whips you twice across the shoulder.
Ouch! That Really did HURT!
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You grab a horsewhip from a jockey in red and toss it to the ground.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > look
A Finish Line
A thick strip of dirt folds into a long oval, completing the lengthy circuit
of the race track. The dust has been recently wet to keep any cloud resulting
from the passing of horses to a minimum. The racetrack is lined by wooden
posts, marking the distance that has been covered already.
A post marker stands here, marking the last straight of the race.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
You are tied for first place.
A jockey in red is here, riding a bloodstock stallion.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You thunder down the straight away with only lengths left.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You lean forward, pull in front of a jokey in red by a single stride.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You pass the finish line, winning!
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You let out a whoop of exhiliaration, letting a silver-haired thoroughbred slow down gradually.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You trot a silver-haired thoroughbred back to the finish line.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A line of red throbs across your right arm.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > dismount
You stop riding him.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
An attendant yells ‘Winner, by a single stride. Lord… err.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
An attendant rushes over to you. ‘What was your surname, my Lord? I am terrible embarrassed.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You hear the screaming of a dust-colored gelding in the distance.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘It is of no consequence.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
An attendant yells ‘Winner, by a single stride. The Lord Cairhien!’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
The crowd of Tairens mills. Some boo.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A jockey in red stops riding a bloodstock stallion.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You stride over to a jockey in red.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A jockey in red looks up as you approach, apprehension clear on his face.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > kick jockey
Your kick hits a jockey in red in the solar plexus!
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A jockey in red drops to the ground, doubled over.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
In imperious tones you say ‘Strike a Lord again and I will have your eyes and your thumbs.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A jockey in red convulses with dry heaves.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You look up to the owner’s box.
You begin watching the surrounding areas.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A Tairen lord disappears from the window.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You see a lord leave The Owner’s Box to below.
You see a lord approach Inside the Race Track from above
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Bastard.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You stalk north, in the height of noble fury.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
Inside the Race Track
Two large sets of tiered seating has been erected in hard stone. Simple in
execution, it is effective for seating those individuals who do not rate a
presence in the owner's box above. Two rows of stiff fencing hem in the
long stripe of dirt that carries into the distance in either direction.
[ obvious exits: N E W U ]
A crowd of Tairens is gathered here to watch the races.
A noblewoman of Tear watches you discreetly.
A well-dressed noble of Tear ambles casually in no hurry.
A lord is here, clearly the proprietor of the racetrack.
A country lord of Tear stands here, surveying his holdings.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘Come now, we’re leaving.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Leaving? But the wager is unmet. I am owed.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘I will satisfy it later, I assure you. I have pressing matters to attend to.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Do you know what we call those who renege on deals, where I am from?’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender has arrived from above.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender says ‘Welchers.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You eye her sharply.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘We call them thieves.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You whistle loudly.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher has arrived from the north.
A black and tan bloodhound has arrived from the north.
A black and tan bloodhound has arrived from the north.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘What is the penalty for theft in Tear, Master Thiefbane?’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > look
Inside the Race Track
Two large sets of tiered seating has been erected in hard stone. Simple in
execution, it is effective for seating those individuals who do not rate a
presence in the owner's box above. Two rows of stiff fencing hem in the
long stripe of dirt that carries into the distance in either direction.
[ obvious exits: N E W U ]
A crowd of Tairens is gathered here to watch the races.
A noblewoman of Tear watches you discreetly.
A well-dressed noble of Tear ambles casually in no hurry.
A lord is here, clearly the proprietor of the racetrack.
A country lord of Tear stands here, surveying his holdings.
A beautiful woman is here tending the bar.
A skinny man with graying hair shuffles through some paper.
A black and tan bloodhound stands nearby.
A black and tan bloodhound stands nearby.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher says ‘I believe it states that a death warrant would be proscribed.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Then you would be within your right to take this thief into custody?’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A young lord say ‘You have cast dishonor on my house, my lord. I cannot let that stand.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > ignore young
Ok. You’re now ignoring that one.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘I have not stolen anything.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Then hand me the marker that you owe me and fulfill your side of the wager.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A lord smiles. ‘I think not.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A young lord continues. ‘I demand, by right of challenge, a duel!’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A crowd of Tairens fall, hushed by the proclamation.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘I don’t have time for you.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A young lord draws a razor-sharp sword with a flash of steel.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A crowd of Tairens mills, pushing to watch the drama unfold.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A cry goes up, and betting begins.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > roll
You roll your eyes.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You draw a thick throwing pin from a silver-worked weapons belt.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You throw a thick throwing pin at a young lord.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A thick throwing pin arcs through the air.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A young lord is stunned, but will probably regain consciousness...
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Duel over.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You step over a young lord’s unconscious form.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘The marker, my lord.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘I will not give it to you.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You advance, implacable.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘The marker, now.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A lord says ‘No. You will not have it.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You stand angrily, inches away from him.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘You will give it to me now, or I will beat you bloody here before friend and foe alike. You will rue this day.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You hold your hand out. ‘The marker.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A lord clumsily approaches you with an ebony shortblade, broadcasting his intentions.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > disarm
You slap the blade out of his hand with a deft strike.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > - A lord: Hurt >
A lord tries to hit you, but you dodge the attack.
You hit a lord’s body hard.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > shoulder
You drop your shoulder into a lord’s midsection.
Your bash at a lord sends him sprawling!
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You reach down and tear a silvered steel coin on a thick chain from his neck.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Your side of the bet. Honored.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > kick lord
You kick him in the ribs, once and sharply.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Stay there until I am gone or I’ll have you imprisoned.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A lord groans piteously.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A crowd of Tairens jostles, yelling over won wagers and lost bets.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You shake your head and move towards Caliam.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You sigh.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You spot a lovely, dark-eyed bartender in the roiling crowd.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Another drink?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender gives you a gold-chased goblet.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > drink goblet
You drink the steaming dark wine.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A lovely, dark-eyed bartender says ‘I know who you are.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Then you’ll know I’m a man striving for the affection of another woman.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
Her mouth twists. ‘I think it would be unwise to be involved with someone I hope to call master.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You blink at her. ‘Ah. I see…’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You hook your thumb to your right.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Speak to Caliam. Perhaps it is possible. I have plans to attend to.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher says ‘Your acting was… exceptional.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘I did my best to mimic my father.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher says ‘What about the vineyards you bet?’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You grin. ‘Also my father’s.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher sketches a bow.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired says ‘Safe travels, my Lord.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong > frown
What's bothering you?
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Don’t lord me, Caliam. We all have our parts to play.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher chuckles politely.
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘Make sure the silver gets back to the stables safely?’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
Caliam the retired thiefcatcher says ‘Perhaps he’ll find his way into my stables.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You say ‘I wouldn’t, were I you. You know what we do with horse thieves, Caliam.’
* S HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
You leave north, headed for Lugard.
Tonight
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Nine Horse Hitch.
Odd names these taverns in Lugard seem to hold. A sign over the door shows a
woman with a bridle and saddle for some reason. The inn itself is kept in
working order, with tables neatly arranged in rows across the middle of the
room. A fireplace stands empty along the southern wall, with the bar along the
north wall. The Middle Road is out the door to the east.
[ obvious exits: E ]
A sour-faced maid keeps a sharp eye on her duties.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A merchant guard eyes you warily, intent on keeping order.
A middle-aged woman offers drinks to patrons.
A bartender serves customers with a greedy smile.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A bartender says ‘Master Gelly!’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Aye, in the flesh.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > hshake bartender
You shake his hand vigorously.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘I hope you haven’t had any sales of’tha mead.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A bartender grins evilly.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A bartender says ‘One bottle, or two?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You hold up two fingers.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Where’s the…’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You spin your finger in over the chain next to you.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A bartender says ‘He pledges eternal gratitude lad. You’ve done him a service, buying out his tab like tha.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Perhaps he returns the favor.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > frown
What's bothering you?
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Misses gave me a right thumping when I got back.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You shrug.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Missing wages. She thinks it’s the whores.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A bartender says ‘Whores e’twood be lad.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Aye, but not me. Isn’t my vice.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You tap an empty cup for emphasis.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A bartender serves you a bottle of cinnamon mead.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You sip in companionable silence for a few moments.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender has arrived from the east.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > l bartender
Not exactly the most trustworthy-looking of men, the bartender standing
behind the counter waits for your order with a shady grin. Hopefully he will
charge you only the proper cost for his drinks and goods.
A bartender is in excellent condition.
a bartender is using:
<worn on body> a plain brown shirt
<worn about waist> a wide leather belt
<worn on belt> a small purse
<worn on legs> plain brown pants
You attempt to peek at the inventory:
a mug of ale
a mug of ale
a mutton shank
a cup
a cup
a cup
a wooden goblet
a cinnamon honeycake
an apple
a choice steak
a chunk of cheese
a mug of ale
a dented tankard
a dented tankard
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > l fancy
Arrogance and vanity worn like badges of honor, this bartender strokes
his long, thin moustache and peers at you arrogantly. His dark hair is worn
below the shoulders and cut in the current style.
A fancy bartender is in excellent condition.
a fancy bartender is using:
<worn on head> a pair of golden earrings
<worn on body> a thick leather vest
<worn about waist> a thin, decorative belt
<worn on legs> a pair of baggy black trousers
<worn on feet> a pair of high leather riding boots
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender smiles congenially.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender says ‘Is this him?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A bartender nods in agreement.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender says ‘Heard you’re the fellow that picked me up a few weeks ago.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender bows.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender says ‘Thank you.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A bartender says ‘Gelly here says you might return the favor, Chis.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender says ‘Ah, right. Where are my manners?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender says ‘I have a fine selection of whiskey. In fact, you’ve never seen the like.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender drops his accent, picks up the bartending slang of Murandy.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender says ‘But for us, t’is too rich.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender draws a silver flask from a belt pouch.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender says ‘Shall we lads?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘To excess.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender says ‘I’ll a few. Have to work, th’eve.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You begin to drink together.
Now
A Cobblestone Path
A large building to the south, eminating the strong aroma of freashly baked
bread, shadows over this small path. To the east, another large building
dominates the skyline, and a sign with a picture of a chicken stands above its
doorway. Westward, the alley becomes even smaller and more cramped, and the
flow of people grows ever smaller.
[ obvious exits: E W ]
A fancy bartender walks through the streets arrogantly.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You grab a fancy bartender roughly by the shoulder and shove him up against the wall.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender says ‘Gelly? You’re drunk man! Take your hands off of me.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > smash
You smash him once in the mouth, then hold a hand over it.
A fancy bartender makes no sound.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You get a silvered steel coin on a thick chain.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender’s eyes widen in disbelief.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘It is yours. Your life will be your own again.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You take your hand off a fancy bartender’s mouth cautiously, looking up and down the alley.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender says ‘What do you want?’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘You’re going to need to bring me to work tonight.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender starts moaning.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
A fancy bartender says ‘They’ll kill me!’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You lean in close to his face. ‘I’ll kill you, too. But if you choose me, you’ll make thirty thousand crowns and have a chance at living.’
*****************************************************
The Foyer
Darkness gives way to a warmly lit room where the rich and pleasant smell
of mahogany fills the air. The foyer of this unknown place exudes a
confident sense of wealth without being gaudy, artwork hanging on the walls
of an area filled with unassuming furniture. Every piece is clearly the
workmanship of a master craftsperson however, and the surrounding fittings
and fixtures of the highest quality.
[ obvious exits: E W U ]
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You attempt to hide yourself.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Someone has arrived.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You hold your breath.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You hear something drop to the floor.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You hear steps moving out of the room. Away from the bar.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You slip out from behind one of the low-lying couches.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
It is now or never.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > sneak
Ok, you'll try to move silently for a while.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > west
The Trophy Room
Hung from the walls of this room are cloaks representing every nation and
organization in the known world, some torn and bloodied. Affixed to the
rear wall lies a very old wooden table scarred and marked at almost every
inch, odd by nature of its worn and battered state in contrast to the rest
of the house. Across the table lays a tattered silver-lined duster, torn as
though it was ripped from the shoulders of the wearer. Holding the duster
in place is a silver belt buckle in the shape of a clenched fist.
[ obvious exits: E ]
A small, somewhat rickety table wobbles on unsteady legs.
Jael Viera-Sicarii, The Lord-Mayor of Aringill is standing here.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You attempt to hide yourself.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You cup the head of Adjudication, preparing to punch with the blade, not rend.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Jael starts to laugh.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You freeze, wondering when he will turn. But he doesn’t.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > backstab Jael
You silently approach your victim...
- = + * * + = - - = + *
Jael makes a strange sound as you place the blood kama Adjudication in his throat!
Jael is incapacitated, and will die soon if not aided.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You clench Jael tight to hold him upright.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > lower
You begin to lower his weight to the floor.
- = + *
Jael’s body makes no noise as he is lowered to the hardwood.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You look for any signs of guilt and regret for a life lived unproudly in his face.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Jael’s eyes flick to your face. Surprise registers there. Acknowledgement.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
All you see is what you’ve always seen; dancing hazel eyes, filled with wonder at what life held.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Blood spatters the floor as it drops from the blade of Adjudication.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You whisper to Jael ‘It would always be my judgement, that would find you in the end, traitor.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You work your lips around it. They are hard words, spoken truthfully, but it does not feel right.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Jael spasms in excruciating pain.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You decide to soften them, just before the end.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You would have fought by this man’s side until the bitter end, if your paths had run together.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Jael gurgles softly.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You cup his chin, turn his head back to you so that you can look at him.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You say ‘Rest now, friend, in peace.”
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Jael makes a final gurgle and stills, giving up the ghost.
Jael is dead! R.I.P.
You feel the Weave of the Wheel tighten around you.
You receive your share of experience...
Your first time! Was it good for you too?
Your heartbeat races as Jael dies quietly.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You stand up.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You throw a silvered steel coin on a thick chain through the doorway.
A silvered steel coin on a thick chain clatters loudly as it hits the ground!
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You yell ‘There will be a mark on your head. Take it, and leave tonight. I would not look back until I was in Amador, were I you.’
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You hear a scrambling from the other room as a fancy bartender takes your advice.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong > get duster
You get a torn silver-lined black velvet duster.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
You wrap the old fabric around your fist, cast your glance at Jael one last time.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Marvelling that such a man could be laid low by a love of whiskey, you make your way slowly north, out of Murandy.
* S HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
The Governor has been laid to rest.
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