<worn on head> a leather cap
<worn on eyes> a ruby-encrusted eyepatch
<worn in ear> a long beast-shaped earring (magic)
<worn on face> a well-used granite mask
<worn around neck> a human-made copper torque
<worn on body> a tunic woven of hardened reed [superior] (illuminating)
<worn as quiver> a drow-made bone quiver
<worn about waist> a long flowing girth of spidersilk (glowing)
<worn on belt buckle>a sinister stone belt buckle
<worn around wrist> a leather bracer
<worn on hands> some twisted sapphire claws
<primary weapon> a heartwood cudgel (magic) (glowing)
<worn on legs> some sandy leggings [superior] (magic)
<worn on feet> some ghastly crystal boots
The Savannah of Broken Trusts
The grasses here are nearly four feet tall, making it hard for the smaller
folk to see much past their noses. Others, however, can see the savannah
stretch to the horizon, the wind-bent grasses broken only by the occasional
rock outcropping or baobab tree. This area is home to the M'Bele tribes,
currently only two in number; their long history of war and betrayal gives
the region its sad name.
Obvious exits: -North -East -South -West
A tiny bird skims just above the grasses here.
< 197h/197H 122v/122V Pos: standing >
It is 5pm, on the Day of the Sun
The 27th Day of the Month of GreatWind, Year 1898.
Time elapsed since boot-up: 45:14:49
Current time is: Thu Feb 4 17:21:15 2021 (GMT)
Thu Feb 4 13:21:15 2021 (EDT)
< 197h/197H 122v/122V Pos: standing >
A human street sweeper snaps into visibility.
Out of nowhere, a human street sweeper stabs you in the back.
OUCH! That really did HURT!
Out of nowhere, a human street sweeper stabs you in the back.
YIKES! Another hit like that, and you've had it!!
< 55h/197H 122v/122V Pos: standing >
< T: Siko TP: sta TC:pretty hurt E: a human street sweeper sta EP: excellent >
You miss someone.
A human street sweeper snaps into visibility.
A human street sweeper's body appears to recover from the affects of the potion.
< 55h/197H 122v/122V Pos: standing >
< T: Siko TP: sta TC:pretty hurt E: someone sta EP: excellent >
OUCH! someone suddenly appears behind you and makes a slashing motion at your throat!
< 55h/197H 122v/122V Pos: standing >
< T: Siko TP: sta TC:pretty hurt E: someone sta EP: excellent >
You attempt to flee...
Edge of The Savannah of Broken Trusts
The savannah here gives way to an incredibly dense jungle. It is as if a
powerful mage had summoned a wall of brambles; in a nearly straight line
stretching out of sight in both directions, the veldt grasses are cut off and
a jumble of tightly packed roots, vines and branches begins. Travel even ten
feet into the jungle would be impossible without a razor-sharp machete and
about three weeks.
Obvious exits: -North -South -West
You flee eastward!
< 55h/197H 98v/122V Pos: standing >
The Savannah of Broken Trusts
The grasses here are nearly four feet tall, making it hard for the smaller
folk to see much past their noses. Others, however, can see the savannah
stretch to the horizon, the wind-bent grasses broken only by the occasional
rock outcropping or baobab tree. This area is home to the M'Bele tribes,
currently only two in number; their long history of war and betrayal gives
the region its sad name.
Obvious exits: -North -East -South -West
A large lion stalks here, wondering what to get for dinner.
A tiny bird skims just above the grasses here.
< 55h/197H 98v/122V Pos: standing >
Your blood splatters as it hits the ground.
The Savannah of Broken Trusts
The grasses here are nearly four feet tall, making it hard for the smaller
folk to see much past their noses. Others, however, can see the savannah
stretch to the horizon, the wind-bent grasses broken only by the occasional
rock outcropping or baobab tree. This area is home to the M'Bele tribes,
currently only two in number; their long history of war and betrayal gives
the region its sad name.
Obvious exits: -North -East -South -West
A large lion stalks here, wondering what to get for dinner.
< 53h/197H 96v/122V Pos: standing >
The Savannah of Broken Trusts
The grasses here are nearly four feet tall, making it hard for the smaller
folk to see much past their noses. Others, however, can see the savannah
stretch to the horizon, the wind-bent grasses broken only by the occasional
rock outcropping or baobab tree. This area is home to the M'Bele tribes,
currently only two in number; their long history of war and betrayal gives
the region its sad name.
Obvious exits: -North -East -South -West
A giraffe looks about for a nearby tree.
< 53h/197H 94v/122V Pos: standing >
Site of a Recent Battle
The savannah grasses are trampled and flattened here, and bloated corpses
litter the area. The corpses are easily identified as being M'Bele, although
whether they are Tukluk or Butsu is harder to determine. All metal or other
valuables have long been looted; it looks as though the battle is nearly two
days old, now.
Obvious exits: -North -East -South -West
A zebra grazes here, utterly failing to blend in.
A female zebra stays close to the herd.
A zebra grazes here, utterly failing to blend in.
A large zebra looks around for predators.
< 53h/197H 92v/122V Pos: standing >
Edge of The Savannah of Broken Trusts
The savannah here gives way to an incredibly dense jungle. It is as if a
powerful mage had summoned a wall of brambles; in a nearly straight line
stretching out of sight in both directions, the veldt grasses are cut off and
a jumble of tightly packed roots, vines and branches begins. A skeletonized
zebra is sprawled out along the 'wall,' the result of a recent lions' feast.
Obvious exits: -North -East -South
A sinewy cheetah slinks through the grasses, waiting to strike.
< 53h/197H 91v/122V Pos: standing >
Alas, you cannot go that way. . . .
< 53h/197H 91v/122V Pos: standing >
Alas, you cannot go that way. . . .
< 53h/197H 91v/122V Pos: standing >
Alas, you cannot go that way. . . .
< 53h/197H 92v/122V Pos: standing >
A cheetah leaves east.
< 53h/197H 92v/122V Pos: standing >
Edge of The Savannah of Broken Trusts
The savannah here gives way to an incredibly dense jungle. It is as if a
powerful mage had summoned a wall of brambles; in a nearly straight line
stretching out of sight in both directions, the veldt grasses are cut off and
a jumble of tightly packed roots, vines and branches begins.
Obvious exits: -North -East -South
A large lion stalks here, wondering what to get for dinner.
A gargantuan bird soars over the Savannah here.
< 54h/197H 92v/122V Pos: standing >
Your wound gushes blood all over the surrounding area.
< 52h/197H 92v/122V Pos: standing >
Alas, you cannot go that way. . . .
< 52h/197H 94v/122V Pos: standing >
Alas, you cannot go that way. . . .
< 52h/197H 94v/122V Pos: standing >
Alas, you cannot go that way. . . .
< 52h/197H 94v/122V Pos: standing >
A human street sweeper snaps into visibility.
Out of nowhere, a human street sweeper stabs you in the back.
You feel your pulse begin to slow and you realize you are mortally wounded...