PKL: Lowlife v. Emrys

> l n

The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The muddled window of a large shop graces the northern side of the square, various bric-a-brac arranged higgledy-piggledy within. The large stone building to the east is another shop that has a gold crown above its door, and the Merchants’ Guild is visible rising behind it. The market atmosphere buzzes all around. A small covered stall, black draped and musty, is operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Sister Tating, a skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l n

Old Man emrYs occasionally moves southwest onto the centre of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves southwest onto the centre of the market.
Sister Tating moves north and leaves the marketplace.
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The muddled window of a large shop graces the northern side of the square, various bric-a-brac arranged higgledy-piggledy within. The large stone building to the east is another shop that has a gold crown above its door, and the Merchants’ Guild is visible rising behind it. The market atmosphere buzzes all around. A small covered stall, black draped and musty, is operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l

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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l w

Old Man emrYs occasionally moves south onto the southern side of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves south onto the southern side of the market.
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Greased Greasy, a happy farmer, a sad farmer and Holy Flexen are standing here.
Some Ankh-Morpork pence are on the ground and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
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[Rosetta enters Discworld]
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> i

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> l sw

The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
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(Thieves) Greasy wisps: of course you could try setting the same nickname for all the containers you want
l sw
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
> fb

Sister Tating moves into the marketplace from the north.

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
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Sister Tating moves west onto the northern side of the market.
Sister Tating moves southwest onto the western side of the market.
l sw
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
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Sister Tating moves south onto the southwestern corner of the market.
Sister Tating moves west and leaves the marketplace.
[Druss leaves Discworld]
(Thieves) Nip wisps: Interested in disarming the poison-users, or getting rid of stuff like healing tea?
(Thieves) Greasy wisps: make your own custom category
fb

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> fb

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> l sw

Queued command: l sw
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
l sw
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
> l sw

The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
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You hear a farmer say: I sowed my wild oats early this year.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l

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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l sw

You have 1808 (1808) hit points, 197 (349) guild points, 48 (605) quest points and 250 (250) social points.
Your current experience is 13823 and you are level 141 in the Muggers of the Thieves’ Guild; your overall rating is
10433.
You have died 14 times and can die 1 time before you are completely dead.
Your wimpy is set to 10%.
You are unburdened (47%) and rather cold.
You are neutral, worshipping Gufnork, the God of Fluff.
You are a citizen of Ankh-Morpork.
You are hiding.
You are 10 days, 21 hours, 27 minutes and 32 seconds old and have logged in 355 times.
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[Aznin enters Discworld]
[Spaxey enters Discworld -- ***retard***]
(Thieves) Greasy wisps: it works with identify
l sw
A happy farmer moves southwest onto the southwestern corner of the market.
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
> sneak high

You will now attempt to move stealthily.
> sw

You come out of your hiding place.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
You sneak southwest.
> fb

Queued command: fb
> fb

Queued command: fb
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A sad farmer moves southwest onto the southwestern corner of the market.
You temporarily stop trying to be inconspicuous.
You tried to steal the black backpack from Old Man emrYs occasionally but were spotted and failed.
n
Queued command: n
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You tried to steal the black backpack from Old Man emrYs occasionally but were spotted and failed.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Greased Greasy and Holy Flexen are standing here.
Some Ankh-Morpork pence are on the ground and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
You sneak north.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Greased Greasy and Holy Flexen are standing here.
Some Ankh-Morpork pence are on the ground and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
> l s

Old Man emrYs occasionally moves east onto the southeastern corner of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves east onto the southeastern corner of the market.
Sister Tating moves into the marketplace from the west.
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
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Sister Tating moves south and leaves the marketplace.
i
You are unburdened by:
Holding : Kleptomania (left hand) and Puerility (right hand).
Wearing : a klatchian steel plate bevor, a pair of steel sabatons, a mail coif, an Offler-headed mask, a pair of iron gauntlets and a fluffy cloak.
(under) : an iron protective, a steel breastplate, a leather undershirt, a pair of mail hosen, two club badges, a padded leather cap, a mail skirt, a pair of steel vambraces, two black leather short sword scabbards, a stone medallion, a Grflx scale, a mail hauberk, a pair of steel greaves and a hunter’s pack.
Carrying: a medium sized turquoise bottle (concealed) and a cured slice of Klatchian Hots pizza.
Your purse contains 4 Lancre shillings, one Lancre crown, 40 Djelian tooni and 7 Ankh-Morpork dollars.
> l

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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Greased Greasy and Holy Flexen are standing here.
Some Ankh-Morpork pence are on the ground and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
> tactics attitude offensive

Your attitude is already offensive.
> l sw

The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The building to the south is the town bank, whilst there is a large shop to the west with a fluffy dragon to the right of its door. The clamour from the market continues all around you. There is a small stall operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
A sad farmer and a happy farmer are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l se

The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Sister Tating moves into the marketplace from the south.
l se
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l se

You are unburdened by:
Holding : Kleptomania (left hand) and Puerility (right hand).
Wearing : a klatchian steel plate bevor, a pair of steel sabatons, a mail coif, an Offler-headed mask, a pair of iron gauntlets and a fluffy cloak.
(under) : an iron protective, a steel breastplate, a leather undershirt, a pair of mail hosen, two club badges, a padded leather cap, a mail skirt, a pair of steel vambraces, two black leather short sword scabbards, a stone medallion, a Grflx scale, a mail hauberk, a pair of steel greaves and a hunter’s pack.
Carrying: a medium sized turquoise bottle (concealed) and a cured slice of Klatchian Hots pizza.
Your purse contains 4 Lancre shillings, one Lancre crown, 40 Djelian tooni and 7 Ankh-Morpork dollars.
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Your hands twitch and feel weak.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Greased Greasy and Holy Flexen are standing here.
Some Ankh-Morpork pence are on the ground and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
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You temporarily stop trying to be inconspicuous.
Your fading strength makes you drop a medium sized turquoise bottle, Puerility and Kleptomania.
l se
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l

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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Greased Greasy and Holy Flexen are standing here.
Some Ankh-Morpork pence, a medium sized turquoise bottle, Puerility and Kleptomania are on the ground and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
> remove gauntlets

You unsuccessfully try to remove the pair of iron gauntlets while staying unnoticed.
> wear gauntlets

Your hands clench suddenly.
You unsuccessfully try to wear a pair of iron gauntlets while staying unnoticed.
> get all

Queued command: get all
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Old Man emrYs occasionally moves north onto the eastern side of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves north onto the eastern side of the market.
You get Kleptomania, Puerility, a medium sized turquoise bottle and some Ankh-Morpork pence from the centre of the market.
hold swords
You hold Kleptomania and Puerility in your left hand and right hand.
> drop pence

You drop some Ankh-Morpork pence.
> l n

An ugly farmer arrives from the north.
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A grizzled strongarm is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> se

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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
You sneak southeast.
> i

Queued command: i
> sneak stop

Queued command: sneak stop
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You are unburdened by:
Holding : Kleptomania (left hand) and Puerility (right hand).
Wearing : a klatchian steel plate bevor, a pair of steel sabatons, a mail coif, an Offler-headed mask, a fluffy cloak and a pair of iron gauntlets.
(under) : an iron protective, a steel breastplate, a leather undershirt, a pair of mail hosen, two club badges, a padded leather cap, a mail skirt, a pair of steel vambraces, two black leather short sword scabbards, a stone medallion, a Grflx scale, a mail hauberk, a pair of steel greaves and a hunter’s pack.
Carrying: a medium sized turquoise bottle and a cured slice of Klatchian Hots pizza.
Your purse contains 4 Lancre shillings, one Lancre crown, 40 Djelian tooni and 7 Ankh-Morpork dollars.
You stop sneaking.
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You are unburdened by:
Holding : Kleptomania (left hand) and Puerility (right hand).
Wearing : a klatchian steel plate bevor, a pair of steel sabatons, a mail coif, an Offler-headed mask, a fluffy cloak and a pair of iron gauntlets.
(under) : an iron protective, a steel breastplate, a leather undershirt, a pair of mail hosen, two club badges, a padded leather cap, a mail skirt, a pair of steel vambraces, two black leather short sword scabbards, a stone medallion, a Grflx scale, a mail hauberk, a pair of steel greaves and a hunter’s pack.
Carrying: a medium sized turquoise bottle and a cured slice of Klatchian Hots pizza.
Your purse contains 4 Lancre shillings, one Lancre crown, 40 Djelian tooni and 7 Ankh-Morpork dollars.
> unhide

You surreptitiously emerge from your hiding place.
> l nw

Holy Flexen moves southwest onto the southwestern corner of the market.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l w

Old Man emrYs occasionally and a skeleton warrior arrive from the north.
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
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Holy Flexen moves northeast onto the centre of the market.
Old Man emrYs occasionally starts to search around.
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
> l e

The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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[GrouX leaves Discworld]
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Holy Flexen, an ugly farmer and Greased Greasy are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
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[Ettin leaves Discworld]
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l e

Old Man emrYs occasionally and a skeleton warrior arrive from the southeast.
Old Man emrYs occasionally moves aggressively towards you!
Old Man emrYs occasionally messily stabs you in the neck with his Heirraze but your mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 1725 (1808) Gp: 17 (349) Xp: 15742
Damage: 77
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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A grizzled strongarm moves west onto the northwestern corner of the market.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and a skeleton warrior arrive from the northwest.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1734 (1808) Gp: 25 (349) Xp: 15751
Damage: -9
A dull red glow appears around the skeleton warrior.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
tactics attitude neutral
Your attitude is now neutral.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally pursues you.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but it easily parries the blow with its short sword.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1737 (1808) Gp: 28 (349) Xp: 15754
Damage: -3
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and a skeleton warrior arrive from the south.
Old Man emrYs occasionally pursues you.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
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A slack jawed yokel stares at a sheep as it is sheared.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
> l

[Huntsekker leaves Discworld]
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Holy Flexen, an ugly farmer and Greased Greasy are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1758 (1808) Gp: 49 (349) Xp: 15775
Damage: -21
The dull red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes bright red.
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally nicks your neck with his Heirraze but your mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally cuts your neck with his Heirraze but your mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 1505 (1808) Gp: 52 (349) Xp: 15778
Damage: 253
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1508 (1808) Gp: 55 (349) Xp: 15781
Damage: -3
The bright red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes wobbling orange.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1511 (1808) Gp: 58 (349) Xp: 15784
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1514 (1808) Gp: 61 (349) Xp: 15787
Damage: -3
The wobbling orange glow around the skeleton warrior becomes flickering yellow.
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally gets one cured carrot from his black backpack.
Old Man emrYs occasionally gets a lightable torch from his black backpack.
Old Man emrYs occasionally wiggles his eyebrows around a bit.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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(Thieves) Ofelia wisps that she waves good night and crawls down in her coffin.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Holy Flexen, an ugly farmer and Greased Greasy are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
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A caravan guard washes off the dirt of the road with water from the town well.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and a skeleton warrior arrive from the east.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1516 (1808) Gp: 58 (349) Xp: 15814
Damage: -12
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally scratches your neck with his Heirraze but your mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
You snick the skeleton warrior’s neck with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1466 (1808) Gp: 61 (349) Xp: 15817
Damage: 50
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1469 (1808) Gp: 64 (349) Xp: 15820
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but it easily parries the blow with its short sword.
Old Man emrYs occasionally wiggles his eyebrows around a bit.
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally wrinkles his face in disgust.
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This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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A carriage draws to a halt at the carriage stop.
A carriage draws to a halt at the carriage stop.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally, Holy Flexen, an ugly farmer and Greased Greasy are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road and two Ramtops Carriages are waiting here.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally moves west onto the western side of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves west onto the western side of the market.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
Holy Flexen, an ugly farmer and Greased Greasy are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road and two Ramtops Carriages are waiting here.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Hp: 1490 (1808) Gp: 85 (349) Xp: 15841
Damage: -21
Old Man emrYs occasionally stares at nothing much in the air around a skeleton warrior.
[Arturos leaves Discworld]
Old Man emrYs occasionally sings quietly to himself.
[Gerby enters Discworld]
Hp: 1493 (1808) Gp: 88 (349) Xp: 15844
Damage: -3
You stab the skeleton warrior deeply in the neck with your Kleptomania.
Old Man emrYs occasionally scatters some ash around a skeleton warrior.
Old Man emrYs occasionally appears to tense momentarily.
(Thieves) Grimrak wisps: Nuh nigh Ofelia!
Hp: 1496 (1808) Gp: 91 (349) Xp: 15847
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its skin absorbs all of the blow.
(Thieves) Greasy wisps that he waves and covers Ofelia with dirt from her birthplace
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but it easily parries the blow with its short sword.
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around the skeleton warrior flashes red for a moment.
Hp: 1499 (1808) Gp: 94 (349) Xp: 15850
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1502 (1808) Gp: 97 (349) Xp: 15853
Damage: -3
A dull red glow appears around the skeleton warrior.
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1505 (1808) Gp: 100 (349) Xp: 15856
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1508 (1808) Gp: 73 (349) Xp: 15859
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
[Abhishek enters Discworld]
Hp: 1511 (1808) Gp: 76 (349) Xp: 15862
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1514 (1808) Gp: 79 (349) Xp: 15865
Damage: -3
The dull red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes bright red.
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally wiggles his eyebrows around a bit.
Old Man emrYs occasionally wrinkles his face in disgust.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
Holy Flexen, an ugly farmer and Greased Greasy are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road and two Ramtops Carriages are waiting here.
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The ugly farmer says with a Lancrastian accent: Aye, fine weather we be havin’.
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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(Thieves) Grimrak wisps: Don’t let the easrtworms bite
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This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
Holy Flexen, an ugly farmer and Greased Greasy are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road and two Ramtops Carriages are waiting here.
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This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally and the skeleton warrior leave east.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally, Holy Flexen and an ugly farmer are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road and two Ramtops Carriages are waiting here.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1532 (1808) Gp: 97 (349) Xp: 15883
Damage: -18
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1535 (1808) Gp: 100 (349) Xp: 15886
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally pursues you.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1538 (1808) Gp: 103 (349) Xp: 15889
Damage: -3
The bright red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes wobbling orange.
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally, Holy Flexen and an ugly farmer are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road and two Ramtops Carriages are waiting here.
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Hp: 1544 (1808) Gp: 109 (349) Xp: 15895
Damage: -6
[Ofelia leaves Discworld]
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1547 (1808) Gp: 112 (349) Xp: 15898
Damage: -3
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1550 (1808) Gp: 115 (349) Xp: 15901
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but it easily dodges out of the way.
Greased Greasy arrives from the northwest.
Old Man emrYs occasionally appears to be checking out all your wounds.
Old Man emrYs occasionally studies Greased Greasy, a skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally, Holy Flexen, an ugly farmer and you.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Greased Greasy moves southeast onto the southeastern corner of the market.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a steady breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally, Holy Flexen and an ugly farmer are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road and two Ramtops Carriages are waiting here.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1556 (1808) Gp: 121 (349) Xp: 15907
Damage: -6
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
(Thieves) Bonobo wisps: the earthly worm gets the bird?
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1559 (1808) Gp: 124 (349) Xp: 15910
Damage: -3
The wobbling orange glow around the skeleton warrior becomes flickering yellow.
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
A grizzled strongarm arrives from the northwest.
Old Man emrYs occasionally nicks your neck with his Heirraze but your mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally perforates your neck with his Heirraze.
Hp: 1292 (1808) Gp: 127 (349) Xp: 15913
Damage: 267
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The driver closes the Ramtops Carriage door.
The Ramtops Carriage starts moving again.
The driver closes the Ramtops Carriage door.
The Ramtops Carriage starts moving again.
Greased Greasy moves north onto the eastern side of the market.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
You snick the skeleton warrior’s neck with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1295 (1808) Gp: 130 (349) Xp: 15916
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
Greased Greasy is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> sw

Old Man emrYs occasionally and a skeleton warrior arrive from the west.
Greased Greasy leaves east.
[Naim enters Discworld]
There is a sudden white flash around the skeleton warrior.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
> sip bottle

You sip a few ounces of brewed tea from the medium sized turquoise bottle.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally stabs you deeply in the back with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 1206 (1808) Gp: 142 (349) Xp: 15928
Damage: 89
A feeling of fuzziness radiates from your stomach and makes your nipples tingle pleasantly.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1209 (1808) Gp: 145 (349) Xp: 15931
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally pursues you.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1280 (1808) Gp: 118 (349) Xp: 15934
Damage: -71
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but it parries the blow with its short sword.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and a skeleton warrior arrive from the southeast.
Old Man emrYs occasionally pursues you.
> s

[Beatrice enters Discworld]
Queued command: s
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Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1283 (1808) Gp: 121 (349) Xp: 15937
Damage: -3
The skeleton warrior thrusts at you with its short sword but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
something. It’s dark here, isn’t it?
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Some objects you can’t make out are here.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and a skeleton warrior arrive from the north.
Old Man emrYs occasionally pursues you.
Old Man emrYs occasionally messily stabs you in the right leg with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 1220 (1808) Gp: 124 (349) Xp: 15940
Damage: 63
You pierce Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The building to the south is the town bank, whilst there is a large shop to the west with a fluffy dragon to the right of its door. The clamour from the market continues all around you. There is a small stall operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
Sister Tating is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> ne

[Kaoyuri leaves Discworld]
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally, a grizzled strongarm, Holy Flexen and an ugly farmer are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
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Someone and the someone leave southwest.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The building to the south is the town bank, whilst there is a large shop to the west with a fluffy dragon to the right of its door. The clamour from the market continues all around you. There is a small stall operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally and Sister Tating are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1354 (1808) Gp: 133 (349) Xp: 15949
Damage: -134
You scratch the skeleton warrior’s neck with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
stab emrys with weapon 1
Sister Tating sings a psalm.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
You prepare to stab Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1357 (1808) Gp: 101 (349) Xp: 16477
Damage: -3
Sister Tating calls upon Sek.
Old Man emrYs occasionally stabs you in the right leg with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally pursues you.
Hp: 1326 (1808) Gp: 104 (349) Xp: 16480
Damage: 31
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but it parries the blow with its short sword.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1377 (1808) Gp: 107 (349) Xp: 16483
Damage: -51
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The building to the south is the town bank, whilst there is a large shop to the west with a fluffy dragon to the right of its door. The clamour from the market continues all around you. There is a small stall operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally and Sister Tating are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1427 (1808) Gp: 113 (349) Xp: 16489
Damage: -50
You launch a powerful attack. You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
l warrior
In blocking the attack the large metal shield floating around Old Man emrYs occasionally is knocked out of orbit.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and the skeleton warrior leave north.

Cannot find “warrior”, no match.
> get shield

Old Man emrYs occasionally and a skeleton warrior arrive from the north.
You get a large metal shield from the southwestern corner of the market.
> n

Old Man emrYs occasionally cuts your left foot with his Heirraze.
Hp: 1375 (1808) Gp: 122 (349) Xp: 16498
Damage: 52
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but it parries the blow with its short sword.
A feeling of fuzziness radiates from your stomach and makes your nipples tingle.
On the centre of the market, the grizzled strongarm exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: I was looking for a pint and a fight, and I ain’t drinkin’ no more!
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> s

Holy Flexen moves north onto the northern side of the market.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The building to the south is the town bank, whilst there is a large shop to the west with a fluffy dragon to the right of its door. The clamour from the market continues all around you. There is a small stall operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally and Sister Tating are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally stabs you in the right foot with his Heirraze but your pair of steel sabatons absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 1407 (1808) Gp: 126 (346) Xp: 16504
Damage: -32
You pierce Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him.
Holy Flexen moves east onto the northeastern corner of the market.
The scales on Sister Tating’s silver dragon bracelet gleam coldly.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and the skeleton warrior leave north.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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On the centre of the market, the ugly farmer says with a Lancrastian accent: oOOh-ARrr.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and the skeleton warrior leave east.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally and an ugly farmer are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally scratches your chest with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1437 (1808) Gp: 108 (346) Xp: 16516
Damage: -30
You nick Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Someone and the someone leave west.
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Holy Flexen moves west onto the northern side of the market.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and a skeleton warrior arrive from the west.
Holy Flexen moves west onto the northwestern corner of the market.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally and an ugly farmer are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A grizzled strongarm is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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The grizzled strongarm leaves west.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally and an ugly farmer are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1586 (1808) Gp: 123 (346) Xp: 16531
Damage: -149
You snick the skeleton warrior’s neck with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Someone and the someone leave northeast.
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Someone moves into the marketplace from the east.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The muddled window of a large shop graces the northern side of the square, various bric-a-brac arranged higgledy-piggledy within. The large stone building to the east is another shop that has a gold crown above its door, and the Merchants’ Guild is visible rising behind it. The market atmosphere buzzes all around. A small covered stall, black draped and musty, is operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1637 (1808) Gp: 129 (346) Xp: 16537
Damage: -51
You snick the skeleton warrior’s neck with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally wiggles his eyebrows around a bit.
Holy Flexen moves south onto the western side of the market.
Hp: 1640 (1808) Gp: 132 (346) Xp: 16540
Damage: -3
You stab the skeleton warrior deeply in the neck with your Kleptomania.
Old Man emrYs occasionally wrinkles his face in disgust.
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Someone arrives from the south.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
[Pithe enters Discworld]
Holy Flexen moves east onto the centre of the market.
A feeling of fuzziness radiates from your stomach and makes you curl your toes.
A grizzled strongarm moves south onto the western side of the market.
An ugly farmer moves west onto the western side of the market.
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Someone moves north and leaves the marketplace.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The muddled window of a large shop graces the northern side of the square, various bric-a-brac arranged higgledy-piggledy within. The large stone building to the east is another shop that has a gold crown above its door, and the Merchants’ Guild is visible rising behind it. The market atmosphere buzzes all around. A small covered stall, black draped and musty, is operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1763 (1808) Gp: 141 (346) Xp: 16549
Damage: -123
You snick the skeleton warrior’s neck with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your pair of steel greaves absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slices your left hand with his Heirraze.
Hp: 1613 (1808) Gp: 144 (346) Xp: 16552
Damage: 150
You nick Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally gets some fine grey ash from his black backpack.
Old Man emrYs occasionally looks pensive for a few moments.
Hp: 1616 (1808) Gp: 147 (346) Xp: 16555
Damage: -3
You perforate Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him.
stab emrys with weapon 1
Old Man emrYs occasionally seems to be looking at something near a skeleton warrior.
Old Man emrYs occasionally sings quietly to himself.
You prepare to stab Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility.
>
Sister Tating moves north onto the western side of the market.
Hp: 1680 (1808) Gp: 115 (346) Xp: 16763
Damage: -64
You snick the skeleton warrior’s neck with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally scatters some ash around a skeleton warrior.
Old Man emrYs occasionally appears to tense momentarily.
Hp: 1683 (1808) Gp: 118 (346) Xp: 16766
Damage: -3
You launch a powerful attack. You stab your Puerility right through Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him.
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around the skeleton warrior flashes red for a moment.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1724 (1808) Gp: 121 (346) Xp: 16769
Damage: -41
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
stab emrys with weapon 1

You can’t muster the energy to stab at the moment.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1727 (1808) Gp: 124 (346) Xp: 16772
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1730 (1808) Gp: 127 (346) Xp: 16775
Damage: -3
A dull red glow appears around the skeleton warrior.
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
l warrior
A walking corpse. Bits look like they’re about to fall off, or already have. It looks slightly out-of-touch with the world, and very fierce.
It is not in good shape.
It is standing.
Its skin looks strangely mineral-like.
It is surrounded by a dull red cocoon-like glow.
Holding : a short sword (left hand).
Wearing : a pair of breeches and a white cotton shirt.
>
Sister Tating moves south onto the southwestern corner of the market.
Hp: 1782 (1808) Gp: 130 (346) Xp: 16778
Damage: -52
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
(Thieves) Bonobo wisps that he mutates horribly…
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your Offler-headed mask absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1785 (1808) Gp: 133 (346) Xp: 16781
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but he easily dodges out of the way.
l emrys
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
You feel the effects of the healing tea wear off.
You see Old Man emrYs occasionally the Grey.
He is a strapping young human lad.
OK… there is a doberman walking around on his hind legs. WHy is no one noticing this! Everyone is treating him as if he was a person and it is perfectly normal. This can’t be right.
He is in good shape.
He is standing.
His skin looks strangely mineral-like.
Holding : Heirraze (left hand) and a main gauche (right hand).
Wearing : a grey leather cloak, a klatchian steel plate collar, a pig-faced bascinet, a spiderweb opal friendship ring, four gold rings, a ruby wedding band, a silver tree of life ring and a ruby ring.
Carrying: a mounted pewter shield, a lightable torch and a cured carrot.
His purse is tinkling with coins.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1808 (1808) Gp: 136 (346) Xp: 16784
Damage: -23
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
[Bonobo leaves Discworld]
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1808 (1808) Gp: 139 (346) Xp: 16787
(Thieves) Abhishek wisps: Rumor has it Bonobo and Kintiska are teaming up to work for the witches guild
Old Man emrYs occasionally stabs you deeply in the right hand with his Heirraze.
[Bonophile enters Discworld]
Hp: 1749 (1808) Gp: 112 (346) Xp: 16790
Damage: 59
The dull red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes bright red.
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally wiggles his eyebrows around a bit.
w
Hp: 1752 (1808) Gp: 115 (346) Xp: 16793
Damage: -3
The bright red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes wobbling orange.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
[Kurupt leaves Discworld]
Old Man emrYs occasionally wrinkles his face in disgust.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The muddled window of a large shop graces the northern side of the square, various bric-a-brac arranged higgledy-piggledy within. The large stone building to the east is another shop that has a gold crown above its door, and the Merchants’ Guild is visible rising behind it. The market atmosphere buzzes all around. A small covered stall, black draped and musty, is operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1758 (1808) Gp: 121 (346) Xp: 16799
Damage: -6
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Holy Flexen moves west onto the western side of the market.
(Thieves) Abhishek wisps that he ducks
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
stab emrys with weapon 1
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1761 (1808) Gp: 124 (346) Xp: 16802
Damage: -3
You prepare to stab Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Sister Tating moves north onto the western side of the market.
(Thieves) Kintiska wisps: How did you find out?!
Old Man emrYs occasionally appears to be checking out all your wounds.
Old Man emrYs occasionally studies a skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally and you.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1764 (1808) Gp: 92 (346) Xp: 16927
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but it easily parries the blow with its short sword.
Holy Flexen moves east onto the centre of the market.
The skeleton warrior moans menacingly.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1767 (1808) Gp: 95 (346) Xp: 16930
Damage: -3
The wobbling orange glow around the skeleton warrior becomes flickering yellow.
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally messily stabs you in the left leg with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1715 (1808) Gp: 98 (346) Xp: 16933
Damage: 52
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but it easily parries the blow with its short sword.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
(Thieves) Grimrak wisps: Splitters!
Old Man emrYs occasionally cuts your right leg with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 1633 (1808) Gp: 101 (346) Xp: 16936
Damage: 82
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
On the western side of the market, the ugly farmer says with a Lancrastian accent: Aye, fine weather we be havin’.
Old Man emrYs occasionally wiggles his eyebrows around a bit.
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Hp: 1636 (1808) Gp: 104 (346) Xp: 16939
Damage: -3
You snick the skeleton warrior’s neck with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally wrinkles his face in disgust.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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[Marth leaves Discworld]
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Holy Flexen is standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
> ne

[Eragon enters Discworld]
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The muddled window of a large shop graces the northern side of the square, various bric-a-brac arranged higgledy-piggledy within. The large stone building to the east is another shop that has a gold crown above its door, and the Merchants’ Guild is visible rising behind it. The market atmosphere buzzes all around. A small covered stall, black draped and musty, is operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Old Man emrYs occasionally are standing here.
A sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Hp: 1642 (1808) Gp: 110 (346) Xp: 16945
Damage: -6
(Thieves) Abhishek wisps: And I suspect Bonophile was involved tooo
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your Offler-headed mask absorbs all of the blow.
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but it easily parries the blow with its short sword.
Hp: 1645 (1808) Gp: 113 (346) Xp: 16948
Damage: -3
There is a sudden white flash around the skeleton warrior.
(Thieves) Abhishek wisps: *too
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1648 (1808) Gp: 116 (346) Xp: 16951
Damage: -3
You lose the moment.
You cut Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
[Kitiara leaves Discworld]
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
l warrior
Hp: 1651 (1808) Gp: 119 (346) Xp: 16954
Damage: -3
A walking corpse. Bits look like they’re about to fall off, or already have. It looks slightly out-of-touch with the world, and very fierce.
It is in bad shape.
It is standing.
Its skin looks strangely mineral-like.
Holding : a short sword (left hand).
Wearing : a pair of breeches and a white cotton shirt.
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You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but he easily dodges out of the way.
Hp: 1654 (1808) Gp: 122 (346) Xp: 16957
Damage: -3
You scratch the skeleton warrior’s neck with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally appears to be checking out all your wounds.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally studies a skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally and you.

You can’t muster the energy to slash at the moment.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1657 (1808) Gp: 125 (346) Xp: 16960
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but it easily parries the blow with its short sword.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1660 (1808) Gp: 128 (346) Xp: 16963
Damage: -3
You snick the skeleton warrior’s neck with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
(Thieves) Bonophile wisps: Hmm? What?
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1663 (1808) Gp: 131 (346) Xp: 16966
Damage: -3
You snick the skeleton warrior’s neck with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
stab emrys with weapon 1
Old Man emrYs occasionally and the skeleton warrior leave west.
[Kurupt enters Discworld]

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally moves southwest onto the western side of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves southwest onto the western side of the market.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Holy Flexen is standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
> w

Old Man emrYs occasionally seems to be looking at something near a skeleton warrior.

You can’t muster the energy to stab at the moment.
>
Hp: 1675 (1808) Gp: 113 (346) Xp: 16978
Damage: -12
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but he easily dodges out of the way.
Old Man emrYs occasionally whispers something to himself.
Old Man emrYs occasionally scatters some ash around a skeleton warrior.
Hp: 1678 (1808) Gp: 116 (346) Xp: 16981
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but it easily dodges out of the way.
Old Man emrYs occasionally appears to tense momentarily.
Hp: 1681 (1808) Gp: 119 (346) Xp: 16984
Damage: -3
You perforate Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him.
l warrior
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around the skeleton warrior flashes red for a moment.
Sister Tating leaves southeast.
A walking corpse. Bits look like they’re about to fall off, or already have. It looks slightly out-of-touch with the world, and very fierce.
It is in very bad shape.
It is standing.
Its skin looks strangely mineral-like.
Holding : a short sword (left hand).
Wearing : a pair of breeches and a white cotton shirt.
>
Hp: 1684 (1808) Gp: 122 (346) Xp: 16987
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but he easily dodges out of the way.
Hp: 1687 (1808) Gp: 125 (346) Xp: 16990
Damage: -3
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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Sister Tating moves south and leaves the marketplace.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally and an ugly farmer are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Hp: 1690 (1808) Gp: 128 (346) Xp: 16993
Damage: -3
A dull red glow appears around the skeleton warrior.
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
stab warrior with weapon 1
You prepare to stab the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but your Offler-headed mask absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1693 (1808) Gp: 96 (346) Xp: 17109
Damage: -3
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1696 (1808) Gp: 99 (346) Xp: 17112
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
The dull red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes bright red.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
The skeleton warrior moans menacingly.
Old Man emrYs occasionally appears to be checking out all your wounds.
Old Man emrYs occasionally studies a skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally, an ugly farmer and you.
Hp: 1699 (1808) Gp: 102 (346) Xp: 17115
Damage: -3
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1702 (1808) Gp: 105 (346) Xp: 17118
Damage: -3
The bright red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes wobbling orange.
You launch a powerful attack. You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
[GeneraTed enters Discworld]
Old Man emrYs occasionally messily stabs you in the right hand with his Heirraze.
Old Man emrYs occasionally cuts your left hand with his Heirraze.
Hp: 1567 (1808) Gp: 108 (346) Xp: 17121
Damage: 135
The wobbling orange glow around the skeleton warrior becomes flickering yellow.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you deftly parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
l warrior
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but your steel breastplate absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1570 (1808) Gp: 111 (346) Xp: 17124
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but he easily dodges out of the way.
A walking corpse. Bits look like they’re about to fall off, or already have. It looks slightly out-of-touch with the world, and very fierce.
It is in bad shape.
It is standing.
Its skin looks strangely mineral-like.
It is surrounded by a flickering yellow cocoon-like glow.
Holding : a short sword (left hand).
Wearing : a pair of breeches and a white cotton shirt.
>
Hp: 1573 (1808) Gp: 114 (346) Xp: 17127
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally wiggles his eyebrows around a bit.
Old Man emrYs occasionally wrinkles his face in disgust.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Holy Flexen is standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior, Old Man emrYs occasionally and an ugly farmer are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Hp: 1579 (1808) Gp: 120 (346) Xp: 17133
Damage: -6
You scratch Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1582 (1808) Gp: 123 (346) Xp: 17136
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1585 (1808) Gp: 126 (346) Xp: 17139
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
stab warrior with weapon 1
You prepare to stab the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
>
Hp: 1588 (1808) Gp: 94 (346) Xp: 17240
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects him but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
There is a sudden white flash around the skeleton warrior.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1591 (1808) Gp: 97 (346) Xp: 17243
Damage: -3
You launch a powerful attack. You pierce the skeleton warrior’s neck with your Puerility.
You killed the skeleton warrior.
The skeleton warrior dissolves into dust. Everything he carried drops to the ground.
A skeleton crumbles into dust and blows away.
The skeleton warrior dies.
l
The skeleton warrior dissolves into dust.
The skeleton warrior scratches itself, and large pieces of skin flake off.
Hp: 1594 (1808) Gp: 100 (346) Xp: 17246
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and an ugly farmer are standing here.
A pair of breeches, a white cotton shirt and a short sword are on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves east.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and Holy Flexen are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves south.
pursue emrys
Old Man emrYs occasionally moves east onto the southeastern corner of the market.

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> s

All the sights, sounds and smells of a country market penetrate your senses (particularly the smells).
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> pursue emrys

Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves north.

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> n

Old Man emrYs occasionally moves north onto the northeastern corner of the market.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> nw

Old Man emrYs occasionally moves west onto the northern side of the market.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Hp: 1612 (1808) Gp: 88 (346) Xp: 17264
Damage: -18
A dull red glow appears around Old Man emrYs occasionally.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
pursue emrys
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves southwest.

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> sw

Hp: 1615 (1808) Gp: 91 (346) Xp: 17267
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You pursue Old Man emrYs occasionally.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally nicks your right arm with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but your steel breastplate absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1559 (1808) Gp: 94 (346) Xp: 17270
Damage: 56
The ugly farmer says with a Lancrastian accent: Aye, to be sure, to be sure.
Old Man emrYs occasionally scratches your right foot with his Heirraze but your pair of steel sabatons absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1524 (1808) Gp: 97 (346) Xp: 17273
Damage: 35
The dull red glow around Old Man emrYs occasionally becomes bright red.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
tactics attitude neutral
Your attitude is already neutral.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally scratches your stomach with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1484 (1808) Gp: 100 (346) Xp: 17276
Damage: 40
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1487 (1808) Gp: 103 (346) Xp: 17279
Damage: -3
The bright red glow around Old Man emrYs occasionally becomes wobbling orange.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1490 (1808) Gp: 106 (346) Xp: 17282
Damage: -3
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
The ugly farmer leaves north.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your Offler-headed mask absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1493 (1808) Gp: 109 (346) Xp: 17285
Damage: -3
The wobbling orange glow around Old Man emrYs occasionally becomes flickering yellow.
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Old Man emrYs occasionally appears to be checking out all your wounds.
Old Man emrYs occasionally studies Old Man emrYs occasionally and you.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1496 (1808) Gp: 112 (346) Xp: 17288
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1499 (1808) Gp: 115 (346) Xp: 17291
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1502 (1808) Gp: 118 (346) Xp: 17294
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Old Man emrYs occasionally pursues you.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1505 (1808) Gp: 121 (346) Xp: 17297
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
stab emrys with weapon 1

You can’t muster the energy to stab at the moment.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1508 (1808) Gp: 124 (346) Xp: 17300
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1511 (1808) Gp: 127 (346) Xp: 17303
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
ne
There is a sudden white flash around Old Man emrYs occasionally.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> sw

Queued command: sw
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A pair of breeches, a white cotton shirt and a short sword are on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally looks pensive for a few moments.
Hp: 1517 (1808) Gp: 133 (346) Xp: 17309
Damage: -6
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally seems to be looking at something near himself.
Old Man emrYs occasionally whispers something to himself.
Hp: 1520 (1808) Gp: 136 (346) Xp: 17312
Damage: -3
You snick Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Kleptomania but his chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
stab emrys with weapon 1
Old Man emrYs occasionally blows some ash into the air around himself.
You attempt to prepare a special attack but Puerility feels too unwieldy and you lose the initiative.
>
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his pig-faced bascinet absorbs most of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally appears to tense momentarily.
Hp: 1523 (1808) Gp: 104 (346) Xp: 17429
Damage: -3
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around Old Man emrYs occasionally flashes red for a moment.
Hp: 1526 (1808) Gp: 107 (346) Xp: 17432
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
A farmer hauls a pig through the crowd.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but your steel breastplate absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1529 (1808) Gp: 110 (346) Xp: 17435
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves southeast.
Old Man emrYs occasionally manages to elude you.
l emrys

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> se

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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
> pursue emrys

Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves east.

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> e

Old Man emrYs occasionally moves north onto the eastern side of the market.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> pursue emrys

[Sunce leaves Discworld]
Queued command: pursue emrys
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally moves northwest onto the northern side of the market.

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
nw
Old Man emrYs occasionally moves west onto the northwestern corner of the market.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Holy Flexen is standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road.
> nw

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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The relatively new building to the north is the post office. Much cooing and cawing can be heard from within, which might well be the sound of the carrier pigeons used to deliver messages. The hustle and bustle of the market continues all around. A well illuminated stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and an ugly farmer are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> pursue emrys

Old Man emrYs occasionally messily stabs you in the chest with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1482 (1808) Gp: 93 (346) Xp: 17450
Damage: 47
You pursue Old Man emrYs occasionally.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally moves aggressively towards the ugly farmer!
Old Man emrYs occasionally hacks the ugly farmer’s chest with his Heirraze.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1485 (1808) Gp: 96 (346) Xp: 17453
Damage: -3
A dull red glow appears around Old Man emrYs occasionally.
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
The ugly farmer thrusts at Old Man emrYs occasionally with his soil-encrusted pitchfork but, although unable to defend, he somehow avoids the attack.
Old Man emrYs occasionally chops up the ugly farmer’s chest with his Heirraze.
Hp: 1488 (1808) Gp: 99 (346) Xp: 17456
Damage: -3
The dull red glow around Old Man emrYs occasionally becomes bright red.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally perforates the ugly farmer’s left arm with his Heirraze.
Old Man emrYs occasionally perforates the ugly farmer’s right hand with his Heirraze.
health wounded all
Hp: 1491 (1808) Gp: 102 (346) Xp: 17459
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You are slightly hurt.
The ugly farmer is not in good shape.
>
(Thieves) Grimrak wisps: co.po tm
Old Man emrYs occasionally slices the ugly farmer’s right leg with his Heirraze.
Hp: 1494 (1808) Gp: 105 (346) Xp: 17462
Damage: -3
The bright red glow around Old Man emrYs occasionally becomes wobbling orange.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
The ugly farmer thrusts at Old Man emrYs occasionally with his soil-encrusted pitchfork but, although unable to defend, he somehow avoids the attack.
Old Man emrYs occasionally perforates the ugly farmer’s chest with his Heirraze.
Old Man emrYs occasionally chops up the ugly farmer’s left foot with his Heirraze.
Hp: 1497 (1808) Gp: 108 (346) Xp: 17465
Damage: -3
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally dealt the death blow to the ugly farmer.
(Thieves) Greasy wisps: does a boomerang count as a thrown weapon I wonder
The wobbling orange glow around Old Man emrYs occasionally becomes flickering yellow.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
l emrys
You see Old Man emrYs occasionally the Grey.
He is a strapping young human lad.
OK… there is a doberman walking around on his hind legs. WHy is no one noticing this! Everyone is treating him as if he was a person and it is perfectly normal. This can’t be right.
He is in good shape.
He is standing.
His skin looks strangely mineral-like.
He is surrounded by a flickering yellow cocoon-like glow.
Holding : Heirraze (left hand) and a main gauche (right hand).
Wearing : a grey leather cloak, a klatchian steel plate collar, a pig-faced bascinet, a spiderweb opal friendship ring, four gold rings, a ruby wedding band, a silver tree of life ring and a ruby ring.
Carrying: a mounted pewter shield, a lightable torch and a cured carrot.
His purse is tinkling with coins.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally gets the human right eye and the human left eye from the northwestern corner of the market.
Hp: 1500 (1808) Gp: 111 (346) Xp: 17468
Damage: -3
Old Man emrYs occasionally puts the human right eye and the human left eye in a pocket in the black backpack.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1503 (1808) Gp: 114 (346) Xp: 17471
Damage: -3
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves south.
Old Man emrYs occasionally manages to elude you.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A pair of breeches, a white cotton shirt and a short sword are on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally gets a human left eye from his black backpack.
Old Man emrYs occasionally lazily closes his hand into a ball.
Hp: 1509 (1808) Gp: 118 (346) Xp: 17477
Damage: -6
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
pursue emrys
Old Man emrYs occasionally pokes his tongue out at the world.
You pursue Old Man emrYs occasionally.
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You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally struggles to hold his hands closed, his muscles standing out with the strain, as red sparks shoot out from between his fingers.
Hp: 1512 (1808) Gp: 121 (346) Xp: 17480
Damage: -3
Old Man emrYs occasionally releases the eye he was holding. It hovers above his hand.
The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above Old Man emrYs occasionally’s hand.
Hp: 1515 (1808) Gp: 124 (346) Xp: 17483
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
something. It’s dark here, isn’t it?
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Some objects you can’t make out are here.
> l w

The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
Someone is standing here.
Three things are on the ground and something is hanging from a stall.
> l w

Someone moves south onto something.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A pair of breeches, a white cotton shirt and a short sword are on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The building to the south is the town bank, whilst there is a large shop to the west with a fluffy dragon to the right of its door. The clamour from the market continues all around you. There is a small stall operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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(Thieves) Greasy wisps that he w00ts Grimrak
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves east.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
You pursue Old Man emrYs occasionally east.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1530 (1808) Gp: 107 (346) Xp: 17498
Damage: -15
You scratch Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Puerility but his chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
stab emrys with weapon 1
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves east.
Old Man emrYs occasionally manages to elude you.
Queued command: stab emrys with weapon 1
> e

Queued command: e
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally moves north onto the eastern side of the market.

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
Old Man emrYs occasionally moves north onto the northeastern corner of the market.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
A well bandaged man arrives from the building to the east with a scowl on his face.
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[Kitiara enters Discworld]
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> e

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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The muddled window of a large shop graces the northern side of the square, various bric-a-brac arranged higgledy-piggledy within. The large stone building to the east is another shop that has a gold crown above its door, and the Merchants’ Guild is visible rising behind it. The market atmosphere buzzes all around. A small covered stall, black draped and musty, is operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally stares intently into space for a bit.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1545 (1808) Gp: 120 (346) Xp: 17513
Damage: -15
pursue emrys
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves west.

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> w

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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves southwest.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing half moon.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a freezing cold secundus autumn’s night with a gentle breeze and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A pair of breeches, a white cotton shirt and a short sword are on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Hp: 1554 (1808) Gp: 129 (346) Xp: 17522
Damage: -9
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally seems to be looking at something near himself.
Old Man emrYs occasionally sings quietly to himself.
Hp: 1557 (1808) Gp: 132 (346) Xp: 17525
Damage: -3
You perforate Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Puerility but his pig-faced bascinet absorbs some of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally blows some ash into the air around himself.
You perforate Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Kleptomania.
Old Man emrYs occasionally appears to tense momentarily.
Hp: 1560 (1808) Gp: 135 (346) Xp: 17528
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
stab emrys with weapon 1
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around Old Man emrYs occasionally flashes red for a moment.
You prepare to stab Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility.
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Hp: 1563 (1808) Gp: 103 (346) Xp: 17597
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1566 (1808) Gp: 106 (346) Xp: 17600
Damage: -3
A dull red glow appears around Old Man emrYs occasionally.
You launch a powerful attack. You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
pursue emrys
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves south.

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> s

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> e
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1396 (1808) Gp: 88 (346) Xp: 17612
Damage: -9
The dull red glow around Old Man emrYs occasionally becomes bright red.
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves east.
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A tall farmer and a hung over barge sailor are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> pursue emrys

[Eragon leaves Discworld]
Someone moves into the marketplace from the north.

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
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[Murtagh enters Discworld]
pursue emrys

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> s

Old Man emrYs occasionally arrives from the south.
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> pursue emrys

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> n

[Hocus enters Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the eastern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. There are many people milling around the various stalls here, trying to buy at the lowest possible price and sell at the highest. Farmers from surrounding farmsteads are also auctioning off their cattle and produce to each other and trading advice. Lancre Street leads east out of the market. A large stall is doing a roaring trade here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally, a tall farmer and a hung over barge sailor are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves northwest.
pursue emrys

Cannot find “emrys”, no match.
> nw

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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1411 (1808) Gp: 103 (346) Xp: 17627
Damage: -15
Old Man emrYs occasionally stabs you deeply in the right leg with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs some of the blow.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
pursue emrys
You pursue Old Man emrYs occasionally.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1329 (1808) Gp: 106 (346) Xp: 17630
Damage: 82
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves west.
Old Man emrYs occasionally manages to elude you.
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[McAction enters as a guest of Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the northwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The relatively new building to the north is the post office. Much cooing and cawing can be heard from within, which might well be the sound of the carrier pigeons used to deliver messages. The hustle and bustle of the market continues all around. A well illuminated stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
The corpse of an ugly farmer is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1332 (1808) Gp: 107 (346) Xp: 17633
Damage: -3
(Thieves) Krutonman wisps: only if you throw it
Old Man emrYs occasionally gets a human right eye from his black backpack.
Hp: 1335 (1808) Gp: 110 (346) Xp: 17636
Damage: -3
The bright red glow around Old Man emrYs occasionally becomes wobbling orange.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally lazily closes his hand into a ball.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally pokes his tongue out at the world.
Hp: 1338 (1808) Gp: 113 (346) Xp: 17639
Damage: -3
The wobbling orange glow around Old Man emrYs occasionally becomes flickering yellow.
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally struggles to hold his hands closed, his muscles standing out with the strain, as red sparks shoot out from between his fingers.
Old Man emrYs occasionally releases the eye he was holding. It hovers above his hand.
Hp: 1341 (1808) Gp: 116 (346) Xp: 17642
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above Old Man emrYs occasionally’s hand.
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
An outgoing merchant, a psychotic strongarm and a young farmer are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road, two Ramtops Carriages are waiting here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l nw

It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the northwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The relatively new building to the north is the post office. Much cooing and cawing can be heard from within, which might well be the sound of the carrier pigeons used to deliver messages. The hustle and bustle of the market continues all around. A well illuminated stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
The corpse of an ugly farmer is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l nw

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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the northwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The relatively new building to the north is the post office. Much cooing and cawing can be heard from within, which might well be the sound of the carrier pigeons used to deliver messages. The hustle and bustle of the market continues all around. A well illuminated stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
The corpse of an ugly farmer is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> stab emrys with weapon 1

You prepare to stab Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility.
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Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves south.
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A pair of breeches, a white cotton shirt and a short sword are on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1359 (1808) Gp: 69 (346) Xp: 17714
Damage: -18
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves north.
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On the centre of the market, the psychotic strongarm says with a Lancrastian accent: Don’t get me angry. You won’t like me when I’m angry.
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the southwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The building to the south is the town bank, whilst there is a large shop to the west with a fluffy dragon to the right of its door. The clamour from the market continues all around you. There is a small stall operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> n

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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the western side of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. To the west Sto Street empties an almost constant traffic of townspeople and carts into the market. The stalls around you are constantly being chopped and changed as farmers and their families arrive with new produce, or leave having sold it. The market sprawls out to the north, south and east. A bread stall is open for business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, wen
st, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A pair of breeches, a white cotton shirt and a short sword are on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Queued command: n
>
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the northwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The relatively new building to the north is the post office. Much cooing and cawing can be heard from within, which might well be the sound of the carrier pigeons used to deliver messages. The hustle and bustle of the market continues all around. A well illuminated stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
The corpse of an ugly farmer is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1368 (1808) Gp: 78 (346) Xp: 17723
Damage: -9
Hp: 1371 (1808) Gp: 81 (346) Xp: 17726
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You hear a stall owner shouting: Finest radishes in the Ramtops.
Old Man emrYs occasionally slashes at you with his Heirraze but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1374 (1808) Gp: 84 (346) Xp: 17729
Damage: -3
You launch a powerful attack. You thrust at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
l emrys
You see Old Man emrYs occasionally the Grey.
He is a strapping young human lad.
OK… there is a doberman walking around on his hind legs. WHy is no one noticing this! Everyone is treating him as if he was a person and it is perfectly normal. This can’t be right.
He is in good shape.
He is standing.
His skin looks strangely mineral-like.
He is surrounded by a flickering yellow cocoon-like glow.
Holding : Heirraze (left hand) and a main gauche (right hand).
Wearing : a grey leather cloak, a klatchian steel plate collar, a pig-faced bascinet, a spiderweb opal friendship ring, four gold rings, a ruby wedding band, a silver tree of life ring and a ruby ring.
Carrying: a medium sized rainbow-coloured bottle, a mounted pewter shield, a lightable torch and a cured carrot.
His purse is tinkling with coins.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves east.
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the northern side of the market place in Ohulan-Cutash. Dock Street runs north from here, surprisingly enough to the town’s small river docks. There are lots of goods being moved up and down the street, presumably produce that is arriving or leaving by barge. The market sprawls out to the south, east, and west. A cluttered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally thrusts at you with his Heirraze but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1380 (1808) Gp: 90 (346) Xp: 17735
Damage: -6
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves east.
e
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the northeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The muddled window of a large shop graces the northern side of the square, various bric-a-brac arranged higgledy-piggledy within. The large stone building to the east is another shop that has a gold crown above its door, and the Merchants’ Guild is visible rising behind it. The market atmosphere buzzes all around. A small covered stall, black draped and musty, is operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally and Greased Greasy are standing here.
A sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Hp: 1386 (1808) Gp: 96 (346) Xp: 17741
Damage: -6
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
There is a sudden white flash around Old Man emrYs occasionally.
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves southwest.
sw
Old Man emrYs occasionally moves southwest onto the southwestern corner of the market.
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the centre of the market square in Ohulan-Cutash. There is quite a throng of townspeople here, all trying to get to the stalls to buy various products that are on offer. The town well attracts all sorts of people, from wealthy merchants to humble farmwives. The market sprawls out in all directions. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
An outgoing merchant, a psychotic strongarm and a young farmer are standing here.
A wooden pole with a green note attached to it is standing on the side of the road, two Ramtops Carriages are waiting here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
[Rinse enters Discworld]
sw
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the southwestern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The building to the south is the town bank, whilst there is a large shop to the west with a fluffy dragon to the right of its door. The clamour from the market continues all around you. There is a small stall operating in a quiet corner of the market. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Hp: 1395 (1808) Gp: 105 (346) Xp: 17750
Damage: -9
You perforate Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Puerility but his pig-faced bascinet absorbs some of the blow.
pursue emrys
Old Man emrYs occasionally looks pensive for a few moments.
You pursue Old Man emrYs occasionally.
>
You snick Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Puerility but his chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
stab emrys with weapon 1
Old Man emrYs occasionally seems to be looking at something near himself.
Hp: 1398 (1808) Gp: 108 (346) Xp: 17753
Damage: -3
Old Man emrYs occasionally sings quietly to himself.

You can’t muster the energy to stab at the moment.
>
Old Man emrYs occasionally blows some ash into the air around himself.
Hp: 1401 (1808) Gp: 111 (346) Xp: 17756
Damage: -3
You stab Old Man emrYs occasionally deeply in the neck with your Puerility but his pig-faced bascinet absorbs some of the blow.
l emrys
Old Man emrYs occasionally concentrates for a moment.
You see Old Man emrYs occasionally the Grey.
He is a strapping young human lad.
OK… there is a doberman walking around on his hind legs. WHy is no one noticing this! Everyone is treating him as if he was a person and it is perfectly normal. This can’t be right.
He is slightly hurt.
He is standing.
His skin looks strangely mineral-like.
Holding : Heirraze (left hand) and a main gauche (right hand).
Wearing : a grey leather cloak, a klatchian steel plate collar, a pig-faced bascinet, a spiderweb opal friendship ring, four gold rings, a ruby wedding band, a silver tree of life ring and a ruby ring.
Carrying: a medium sized rainbow-coloured bottle, a mounted pewter shield, a lightable torch and a cured carrot.
His purse is tinkling with coins.
>
Hp: 1404 (1808) Gp: 114 (346) Xp: 17759
Damage: -3
You pierce Old Man emrYs occasionally’s neck with your Kleptomania.
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but his chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1407 (1808) Gp: 117 (346) Xp: 17762
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1410 (1808) Gp: 120 (346) Xp: 17765
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Puerility but his pig-faced bascinet absorbs most of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves east.
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the southern side of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. Sinners’ Walk leads south from here, leading to the religious quarter of the town, where some of the Disc’s more demanding deities have their temples. All around you farmers haggle over the price of crops and livestock, before departing with either a scowl or a grin spread across their faces, depending on the result of the deal struck. A clothes stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
You pursue Old Man emrYs occasionally east.
Hp: 1413 (1808) Gp: 121 (346) Xp: 17768
Damage: -3
You slash at Old Man emrYs occasionally with your Kleptomania but he easily dodges out of the way.
Hp: 1416 (1808) Gp: 124 (346) Xp: 17771
Damage: -3
You stab Old Man emrYs occasionally deeply in the neck with your Kleptomania but his pig-faced bascinet absorbs some of the blow.
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves east.
Old Man emrYs occasionally manages to elude you.
tactics attitude insane
Someone moves west onto the northern side of the market.
e
Your attitude is now insane.
>
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
Old Man emrYs occasionally is standing here.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
(Thieves) Bonophile wisps: “You hit the obese Ozzy upside the head with your boomerang but his genetic density aborbs most of the blow.”?
Old Man emrYs occasionally opens the east door.
Old Man emrYs occasionally leaves east.
Old Man emrYs occasionally closes the east door.
l e
It’s just the east door.
It is closed.
> l e

On the eastern side of the market, the tall farmer says with a Lancrastian accent: oOOh-ARrr.
It’s just the east door.
It is closed.
> l

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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
EmrYs occasionally tells you: i give
l
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It is night and the waxing half moon is hidden by the clouds.
This is the southeastern corner of the marketplace in Ohulan-Cutash. The aging building to the south is the town’s watch office, while to the east is a rather large house which has a sign over its door. The noise of the market continues unceasingly around you. A large covered stall is doing business here. Torches flare at every booth and stall illuminating the marketplace.
It is a very cold secundus autumn’s night with almost no wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A sign is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> womble emrys

You womble around emrYs occasionally happily.

EmrYs occasionally tells you: I didn’t count on you being that freeking fast
grin emrys
Someone leaves east.
You grin at emrYs occasionally.

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Published:: February 21, 2006 / 10:04 pm

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