The Ogre's Foot Inn
Obvious exits: -W -D
An amber-colored metallic rod lies here.
The corpse of an elite guard is lying here.
The corpse of the receptionist is lying here.
The corpse of an elite guard is lying here.
The corpse of a Githzerai is lying here.
[2] A gnoby piece of wood, perhaps a small mace, lies here.
[3] A steel long sword has been left here.
[3] A steel short sword lies discarded here.
[2] A steel dagger has been tossed aside here.
[3] A two-handed sword, nearly six feet in length, lies here.
[2] A warhammer with a sturdy-looking steel head lies here.
[2] A stout cudgel carved from oak wood lies here.
[4] A large wooden torch has been discarded here.
[10] A small bandage rests upon the ground here.
A large sign hangs from the front of the counter here.
< 85h/491H 175v/175V Pos: standing >
The receptionist turns and says, 'The town is under attack!'
'Try to get a portal out of here, or run to another exit!'
'Please hurry great adventurer, the town needs you.'
The receptionist wishes you good luck.
Sorry, but you cannot do that here!
< 85h/491H 175v/175V Pos: standing >
You are already standing.
< 85h/491H 175v/175V Pos: standing >
You attempt to hide yourself.
Being a master cutpurse, you easily slip into the shadows.
Praxel enters from below.
< 85h/491H 175v/175V Pos: standing >
You quickly scan the area.
The mailman who is not far off below you.
< 85h/491H 175v/175V Pos: standing >
< 86h/491H 175v/175V Pos: standing >
Praxel leaves down.
< 86h/491H 175v/175V Pos: standing >
You attempt to hide yourself.
Being a master cutpurse, you easily slip into the shadows.
Alarm bells sound, signalling an invasion!
< 86h/491H 175v/175V Pos: standing >
< 86h/491H 175v/175V Pos: standing >
The Ogre's Foot Lounge
Obvious exits: -N -U -D
Puddles of fresh blood cover the ground.
The corpse of a Mountain Dwarf is lying here.
The corpse of a Duergar Dwarf is lying here.
A large portal leading to the arena floats here. (glowing)
A stone hearth is set in the wall.
A mighty board stands here held up by great swords reading 'Flame Board.'
Praxel (Dwarf)(medium) stands here.
< 86h/491H 174v/175V Pos: standing >
You attempt to hide yourself.
Being a master cutpurse, you easily slip into the shadows.
< 86h/491H 174v/175V Pos: standing >
The Great Fountain of Tharnadia
Obvious exits: -N -E -S -W
The corpse of the town crier is lying here.
The corpse of the Tharnadian Quartermaster is lying here.
[3] The corpse of a militia guard is lying here.
The corpse of a stray cat is lying here.
The corpse of a street sweeper is lying here.
[3] The corpse of a militia guard is lying here.
[5] A small bandage rests upon the ground here.
[2] A double-bladed weapon lies here.
[4] Someone has left a crystalline chatkcha here. (glowing)
[2] A large wooden torch has been discarded here.
A stout cudgel carved from oak wood lies here.
A warhammer with a sturdy-looking steel head lies here.
A two-handed sword, nearly six feet in length, lies here.
A steel dagger has been tossed aside here.
A steel short sword lies discarded here.
A steel long sword has been left here.
A gnoby piece of wood, perhaps a small mace, lies here.
A small wooden drum lies here.
A swirling rift shifts and howls here.
A swirling rift shifts and howls here.
A shingle hangs over the door to the south.
Before you stands a huge board containing news and feedback.
An onyx plaque can be seen written on the fountain.
A beautifully sculpted ivory fountain rests here.
< 86h/491H 173v/175V Pos: standing >
You attempt to hide yourself.
Being a master cutpurse, you easily slip into the shadows.
< 86h/491H 173v/175V Pos: standing >
The Grand Tharnadian Way
Obvious exits: -N -E -W
Fresh blood covers everything in the area.
A young cleric is standing here, smiling at you warmly.
< 86h/491H 173v/175V Pos: standing >
You attempt to hide yourself.
Being a master cutpurse, you easily slip into the shadows.
< 86h/491H 174v/175V Pos: standing >
The Grand Tharnadian Way
Obvious exits: -N -E -S -W
< 86h/491H 173v/175V Pos: standing >
You attempt to hide yourself.
Being a master cutpurse, you easily slip into the shadows.
< 87h/491H 174v/175V Pos: standing >
A Bend in the Grand Tharnadian Way
Obvious exits: -N -E -S -W
A long dirk made from adamantium rests here in peace.
A long flail with an iron haft lies here.
The corpse of a Human is lying here.
< 87h/491H 173v/175V Pos: standing >
You attempt to hide yourself.
Being a master cutpurse, you easily slip into the shadows.
< 87h/491H 174v/175V Pos: standing >
Doctors Office
Obvious exits: -E
Fresh blood covers everything in the area.
The corpse of the doctor is lying here.
Shattered bits of ice are scattered about the area.
A Kobold (small) ThE FuRY *-* Bloodlust *-* stands in mid-air here.
A militia guard is lying here, mortally wounded.
< 87h/491H 174v/175V Pos: standing >
You attempt to hide yourself.
Being a master cutpurse, you easily slip into the shadows.
< 87h/491H 174v/175V Pos: standing >
Someone's immense gathering of light comes to fruition, exploding with violent force!
A Revenant snaps into visibility.
You see a fatally blinding light!