PKL: Lowlife v. Sunniva

You tell Sunniva the Impatient: ready, just say go
> hide

(Thieves) Dhaggard wisps: Dodging TM.
You search for a suitable spot and hide.
> score

In the southwestern corner of the market, the short peasant says with a Lancrastian accent: Oi knows what I knows.
Queued command: score
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You have 2029 (2029) hit points, 315 (349) guild points, 50 (686) quest points and 269 (269) social points.
Your current experience is 2133 and you are level 141 in the Muggers of the Thieves’ Guild; your overall rating is
10534.
You have died 14 times and can die 1 time before you are completely dead.
Your wimpy is set to 30%.
You are unburdened (36%) and very cold.
You are good, worshipping Gufnork, the God of Fluff.
You are a citizen of Ankh-Morpork.
You are hiding.
You are 12 days, 15 hours, 9 minutes and 43 seconds old and have logged in 414 times.
(Thieves) Rascal wisps: w00t!
(Thieves) Dhaggard wisps that he would like to thank 8 little old ladies for that.
bright me
You produce no light at all.
The northern side of the market is very poorly lit.
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(Thieves) Lateralus wisps that he cheers.
Ragnar arrives from the north.
Ragnar leaves east.
Ragnar moves north and leaves the marketplace.
[Aeb leaves Discworld -- ***Hirad***]
Ragnar moves into the marketplace from the north.
Ragnar arrives from the east.
Ragnar leaves north.
(Playerkillers) Sunniva wisps: pkl fight in oc area spells in effect
Sunniva the Impatient tells you: k go
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the centre of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves north onto the centre of the market.
fb sunniva

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
In the southwestern corner of the market, the short peasant says with a Lancrastian accent: Oi knows what I knows.
Queued command: fb sunniva
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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
fb sunniva
Queued command: fb sunniva
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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
fb sunniva

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> fb sunniva

Queued command: fb sunniva
> l s

Queued command: l s
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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
It is night and the waxing quarter 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.
A group of dead hands is thrusting out of the earth here.
It is a dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
(Thieves) Chi wisps: little old ladies are good for defense tms
fb sunniva
[Fitzwilliam enters Discworld]
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Ragnar leaves southeast.
Ragnar moves south onto the southeastern corner of the market.
In the southeastern corner of the marketplace Ragnar enters a stall.
A carriage draws to a halt at the carriage stop.

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(Thieves) Yawa wisps: i kill them before getting ont
In the southeastern corner of the market place Ragnar comes out of a stall.
Ragnar moves north onto the eastern side of the market.
[Lumpy enters Discworld]
fb sunniva

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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Ragnar arrives from the southeast.
Ragnar leaves north.
fb sunniva

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> fb sunniva

(Thieves) Dhaggard wisps: Of course with tactics on defensive, I can’t get any hits in.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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You feel cold to your bones.
You shiver.
fb sunniva
Ragnar arrives from the north.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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Ragnar leaves south.

Ragnar moves southwest onto the southwestern corner of the market.

Ragnar moves south and leaves the marketplace.
Ragnar moves northeast onto the centre of the market.
fb sunniva
[Satya leaves Discworld]

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> fb sunniva

Ragnar moves east onto the eastern side of the market.
Queued command: fb sunniva
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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
Ragnar moves east and leaves the marketplace.
You hear a stall owner shout: Get your parsnips, freshest in Ohulan-Cutash.

Andronicus du Sucre and SamTing du Sucre teleport into the marketplace.

fb sunniva
An inebriated barge sailor moves southwest onto the centre of the market.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> fb sunniva

Queued command: fb sunniva
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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
l s
It is night and the waxing quarter 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.
A group of dead hands is thrusting out of the earth here.
It is a dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
An inebriated barge sailor, SamTing du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, Zenden du Sucre, Damu, a skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
> l

Andronicus du Sucre moves west onto the western side of the market.
Zenden du Sucre moves west onto the western side of the market.
SamTing du Sucre moves west onto the western side of the market.
Damu moves west onto the western side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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Andronicus du Sucre, Zenden du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu move west and leave the marketplace.
fb x

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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[Dementia enters Discworld]
sneak high
You will now attempt to move stealthily.
> s

You come out of your hiding place.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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.
A group of dead hands is thrusting out of the earth here.
It is a dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
An inebriated barge sailor, a skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
You sneak south.
> fb x

Queued command: fb x
> s

Queued command: s
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You temporarily stop trying to be inconspicuous.
You tried to steal the black backpack from Mrs Sunniva the Impatient but were spotted and failed.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
You sneak south.
[Hakushi enters Discworld]
sneak stop
Queued command: sneak stop
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You stop sneaking.
hide

You are already hiding.
> fbo sunniva

A short peasant moves northeast onto the centre of the market.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> l n

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> i

An expensive trader moves into the marketplace from the west.
You are unburdened by:
Holding : Puerility (left hand) and Kleptomania (right hand).
Wearing : a klatchian steel plate bevor, a mail coif, an Offler-headed mask, a pair of steel sabatons, a fluffy cloak and a pair of iron gauntlets.
(under) : two club badges, two black leather short sword scabbards, a Grflx scale, a padded leather cap, an iron protective, a pair of steel vambraces, a stone medallion, a steel breastplate, a pair of mail hosen, a pair of steel greaves and a mail hauberk.
Carrying: a cured slice of Klatchian Hots pizza and two medium sized turquoise bottles.
Your purse contains 12 Ankh-Morpork dollars.
> sneak stop

You are not currently sneaking.
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On the centre of the market, the inebriated barge sailor exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: Stop it! You’re making me sober!
l n
An escaped piglet runs riot around the market square.
It is night and the waxing quarter 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.
A group of dead hands is thrusting out of the earth here.
It is a dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of a short peasant and the corpse of an inebriated barge sailor are on the ground.
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Trident moves into the marketplace from the east.
Trident moves west onto the centre of the market.
tactics attitude offensive
Your attitude is already offensive.
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Trident moves southwest onto the southwestern corner of the market.
Trident moves south and leaves the marketplace.
l n
[Rizard enters Discworld]
It is night and the waxing quarter 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.
A group of dead hands is thrusting out of the earth here.
It is a dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
> l n

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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(Thieves) Dhaggard wisps: Those old ladies are psychic. They tripped me from 2 rooms away.
l n
It is night and the waxing quarter 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.
A group of dead hands is thrusting out of the earth here.
It is a dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
> l n

It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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A slack jawed yokel stares at a sheep as it is sheared.
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attack warrior
You come out of your hiding place.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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You prepare to attack the skeleton warrior.
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Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 280 (349) Xp: 5573
Damage: -22
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
stab warrior with weapon 1
You prepare to stab the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
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Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 248 (349) Xp: 6101
A bright red glow appears around the skeleton warrior.
You launch a powerful attack. You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
> sw
slash warrior with weapon 1

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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(Thieves) Faye wisps: telekinetic.
You prepare to slash the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pokes her tongue out at the world.
Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 219 (349) Xp: 6632
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient struggles to hold her hands closed, her muscles standing out with the strain, as red sparks shoot out from between her fingers.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient releases the eye she was holding. It hovers above her hand.sw

Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 222 (349) Xp: 6635
The skeleton warrior thrusts at you with its falcata but you deftly parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s hand.
The bright red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes wobbling orange.
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady 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.
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[Peta enters Discworld]
l ne
It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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(Thieves) Lateralus wisps: Yikes!! Horses assist now.. that hurt.
l ne
It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
> stab warrior with weapon 1

Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 236 (349) Xp: 6650
The wobbling orange glow around the skeleton warrior becomes flickering yellow.
You launch a powerful attack. You cut the skeleton warrior’s head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
You prepare to stab the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient sprays the transparent green perfume bottle at you.
(Thieves) Faye wisps that she considers painting her nails while waiting for GP regen.
Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 204 (349) Xp: 6837
slash warrior with weapon 1
There is a sudden white flash around the skeleton warrior.
[Kuarlos enters Discworld]
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient puts down a transparent green perfume bottle from her left hand.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient holds a thief’s dagger in her left hand.
Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 207 (349) Xp: 6840
You scratch the skeleton warrior’s head with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
You prepare to slash the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
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Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 175 (349) Xp: 7027
You launch a powerful attack. You perforate the skeleton warrior’s head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
(Thieves) Dhaggard wisps: Right. Thanks, Faye.
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You prepare to stab the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
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Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 143 (349) Xp: 7126
You scratch the skeleton warrior’s head with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets a mounted pewter shield from a pocket in a black backpack.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets some fine grey ash from her black backpack.
Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 146 (349) Xp: 7129
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient appears to be thinking about something.
You launch a powerful attack. You slice the skeleton warrior’s head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
slash warrior with weapon 1
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient stares at nothing much in the air around a skeleton warrior.
You prepare to slash the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
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Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 114 (349) Xp: 7284
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient whispers something to herself.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient blows some ash into the air around a skeleton warrior.
[Endelbrom leaves Discworld]
Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 117 (349) Xp: 7287
You launch a powerful attack. You perforate the skeleton warrior’s head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient appears to tense momentarily.
The skeleton warrior groans in agony.

You can’t muster the energy to stab at the moment.
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Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 120 (349) Xp: 7290
You scratch the skeleton warrior’s head with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around the skeleton warrior flashes red for a moment.
Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 123 (349) Xp: 7293
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
A dull red glow appears around the skeleton warrior.
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient puts the mounted pewter shield in a pocket in the black backpack.
Hp: 2029 (2029) Gp: 126 (349) Xp: 7296
The dull red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes bright red.
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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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 only slightly fierce.
It is not in good shape.
It is standing.
Its skin looks strangely mineral-like.
It is surrounded by a bright red cocoon-like glow.
Holding : a falcata (left hand).
Wearing : a pair of fawn cotton trousers and a splintmail.
Its purse is home to only moths!
> ne

Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light emerge from a thaumic door which appears in midair.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets a human right eye from her black backpack.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
> s

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
> s

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is here.
> hide

You search for a suitable spot and hide.
> l nw

You have 2029 (2029) hit points, 122 (349) guild points, 50 (686) quest points and 269 (269) social points.
Your current experience is 7635 and you are level 141 in the Muggers of the Thieves’ Guild; your overall rating is
10534.
You have died 14 times and can die 1 time before you are completely dead.
Your wimpy is set to 30%.
You are unburdened (36%) and very cold.
You are good, worshipping Gufnork, the God of Fluff.
You are a citizen of Ankh-Morpork.
You are 12 days, 15 hours, 15 minutes and 15 seconds old and have logged in 414 times.
> remove gauntlets

Your hands twitch and feel weak.
You remove the pair of iron gauntlets.
> score

You have 2007 (2007) hit points, 128 (349) guild points, 50 (686) quest points and 269 (269) social points.
Your current experience is 7641 and you are level 141 in the Muggers of the Thieves’ Guild; your overall rating is
10534.
You have died 14 times and can die 1 time before you are completely dead.
Your wimpy is set to 30%.
You are unburdened (37%) and very cold.
You are good, worshipping Gufnork, the God of Fluff.
You are a citizen of Ankh-Morpork.
You are 12 days, 15 hours, 15 minutes and 18 seconds old and have logged in 414 times.
> l

Dark Horror al’Nighter moves south onto the southern side of the market.
A small blue light moves south onto the southern side of the market.
You have 137 (349) guild points.
* All of your guild points can be used for covert commands.
* You cannot use any guild points for crafts commands until you have 238.
* You cannot use any guild points for faith commands until you have 167.
* You can use 47 (259) for fighting commands.
* You cannot use any guild points for magic commands until you have 299.
* You cannot use any guild points for other commands until you have 186.
> nw

Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light move south and leave the marketplace.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
>
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 140 (349) Xp: 7650
Damage: 22
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pursues you.stab warrior with weapon 1

You prepare to stab the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
>
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 108 (349) Xp: 7799
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
nw
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves aggressively towards you!
Druss moves into the marketplace from the east.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
[Kara enters Discworld]
The scent of musk pleasantly surrounds you.
Druss moves west onto the centre of the market.
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Druss moves west onto the western side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
>
Druss moves west and leaves the marketplace.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
> l sw

There is the faintest of sounds, as of a gnat yawning, then a WHOOSH sound. Suddenly there is pandemonium as Mrs Punarina Plavalaguna arrives on her broomstick from somewhere above and barrels into you, almost knocking you to the ground. She apologises sheepishly.
On the western side of the market, the fat merchant says with a Lancrastian accent: I bring goods from far and wide.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
>
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 126 (349) Xp: 7817
You lose the moment.
The bright red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes wobbling orange.
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
slash warrior with weapon 1
You prepare to slash the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
>
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 94 (349) Xp: 7936
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You feel cold to your bones.
You shiver.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient cuts your neck with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 1904 (2007) Gp: 96 (349) Xp: 7939
Damage: 103
The wobbling orange glow around the skeleton warrior becomes flickering yellow.
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Punarina Plavalaguna moves east and leaves the marketplace.
Hp: 1907 (2007) Gp: 97 (349) Xp: 7942
Damage: -3
You launch a powerful attack. You messily stab the skeleton warrior in the head with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
There is a sudden white flash around the skeleton warrior.
[Faye leaves Discworld]
Hp: 1910 (2007) Gp: 99 (349) Xp: 7945
Damage: -3
You launch a powerful attack. You cut the skeleton warrior’s head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
p warrior
[Faye enters Discworld]
A dismal shrieking emerges from Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s jar of screaming mandrake roots.
Hp: 1913 (2007) Gp: 102 (349) Xp: 7948
Damage: -3
You scratch the skeleton warrior’s head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient scratches your neck with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs most of the blow.

Cannot find “sunniva warrior”, no match.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs most of the blow.
p
Hp: 1837 (2007) Gp: 105 (349) Xp: 7951
Damage: 76
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets a mounted pewter shield from a pocket in a black backpack.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets some fine grey ash from her black backpack.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient appears to be thinking about something.
Hp: 1840 (2007) Gp: 107 (349) Xp: 7954
Damage: -3
You nick the skeleton warrior’s head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient seems to be looking at something near a skeleton warrior.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient whispers something to herself.
Hp: 1843 (2007) Gp: 110 (349) Xp: 7957
Damage: -3
You scratch the skeleton warrior’s head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient scatters some ash around a skeleton 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 only slightly fierce.
It is not in good shape.
It is standing.
Its skin looks strangely mineral-like.
Holding : a falcata (left hand).
Wearing : a pair of fawn cotton trousers and a splintmail.
Its purse is home to only moths!
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient appears to tense momentarily.
Hp: 1846 (2007) Gp: 113 (349) Xp: 7960
Damage: -3
You nick the skeleton warrior’s head with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around the skeleton warrior flashes red for a moment.
Hp: 1849 (2007) Gp: 116 (349) Xp: 7963
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
[Faye leaves Discworld]
The scent of musk pleasantly surrounds you.
se
Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu move into the marketplace from the north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient puts the mounted pewter shield in a pocket in the black backpack.
Hp: 1852 (2007) Gp: 119 (349) Xp: 7966
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
[Faye enters Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is here.
>
Zenden du Sucre moves south onto the centre of the market.
Andronicus du Sucre moves south onto the centre of the market.
SamTing du Sucre moves south onto the centre of the market.
Damu moves south onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu arrive from the north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves southeast onto the southeastern corner of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves southeast onto the southeastern corner of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Damu, SamTing du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre and Zenden du Sucre are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Damu, SamTing du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre and Zenden du Sucre are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> stab warrior with weapon 1

Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu leave south.

Cannot find “warrior”, no match.
> e

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is here.
>
Hp: 1870 (2007) Gp: 136 (349) Xp: 7984
Damage: -18
A dull red glow appears around the skeleton warrior.
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves her hand and the ball of fire zooms out from her to sweep past you with a blinding light and a great quantity of heat.
The fire fails to harm the skeleton warrior.
The fire crisps you.
stab warrior with weapon 1
The fire dies away.
You prepare to stab the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
>
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 856 (2007) Gp: 104 (349) Xp: 8060
Damage: 1014
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
> nw

Queued command: nw
> sip blu
sip blu

Queued command: sip blu
>
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Queued command: sip blu
>
[Faye leaves Discworld]
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves northwest onto the centre of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves northwest onto the centre of the market.
[Faye enters Discworld]
You sip a few ounces of blue water from one of the medium sized turquoise bottles.
You sip a few ounces of blue water from one of the medium sized turquoise bottles.
You feel ever so slightly better.
You feel ever so slightly better.
e
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient 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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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the southwestern corner of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves south onto the southwestern corner of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
> s

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves northeast onto the centre of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves northeast onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
>
Hp: 1848 (2007) Gp: 119 (349) Xp: 8075
Damage: -992
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.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and the skeleton warrior leave northeast.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient northeast.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1849 (2007) Gp: 119 (349) Xp: 8078
Damage: -1
You thrust at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and the skeleton warrior leave southwest.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
stab warrior with weapon 1

Cannot find “warrior”, no match.
> sw

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves southwest onto the southwestern corner of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves southwest onto the southwestern corner of the market.
[Spontilla leaves Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
>
The scent of musk pleasantly surrounds you.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Hp: 1858 (2007) Gp: 125 (349) Xp: 8087
Damage: -9
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.
concentrate warrior
Hp: 1861 (2007) Gp: 128 (349) Xp: 8090
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Puerility but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You are now concentrating on the skeleton warrior.
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Hp: 1864 (2007) Gp: 131 (349) Xp: 8093
Damage: -3
[ABadKipper enters Discworld]
The wobbling orange glow around the skeleton warrior becomes flickering yellow.
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1867 (2007) Gp: 134 (349) Xp: 8096
Damage: -3
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and the skeleton warrior leave north.
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[Faye leaves Discworld]
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the centre of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves east onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A fat merchant and an expensive trader are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the southern side of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves south onto the southern side of the market.
[Faye enters Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu arrive from the south.
Hp: 1879 (2007) Gp: 145 (349) Xp: 8108
Damage: -12
You slash at the skeleton warrior with your Kleptomania but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light arrive from the south.
There is a sudden white flash around the skeleton warrior.
Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu leave north.
[Lucretia enters Discworld]
Hp: 1882 (2007) Gp: 147 (349) Xp: 8111
Damage: -3
You stab the skeleton warrior in the head with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
An expensive trader moves east onto the centre of the market.
Dark Horror al’Nighter and the small blue light leave north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
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You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Hp: 1885 (2007) Gp: 149 (349) Xp: 8114
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
[Requiem leaves Discworld]
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Dark Horror al’Nighter moves west onto the western side of the market.
A small blue light moves west onto the western side of the market.
Hp: 1888 (2007) Gp: 150 (349) Xp: 8117
Damage: -3
You cut the skeleton warrior’s head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
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You prepare to stab the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
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Hp: 1891 (2007) Gp: 116 (349) Xp: 8188
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and the skeleton warrior leave west.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
Zenden du Sucre moves west onto the western side of the market.
Andronicus du Sucre moves west onto the western side of the market.
SamTing du Sucre moves west onto the western side of the market.
Damu moves west onto the western side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and the skeleton warrior leave north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the centre of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves east onto the centre of the market.
Zenden du Sucre moves north onto the northwestern corner of the market.
Andronicus du Sucre moves north onto the northwestern corner of the market.
SamTing du Sucre moves north onto the northwestern corner of the market.
Damu moves north onto the northwestern corner of the market.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the northern side of the market.
A skeleton warrior moves north onto the northern side of the market.
Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu move north and leave the marketplace.
The scent of musk pleasantly surrounds you.
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Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe teleports into the marketplace.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe and an expensive trader are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe arrives from the south.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Hp: 1906 (2007) Gp: 128 (349) Xp: 8203
Damage: -15
You nick the skeleton warrior’s head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe leaves north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1909 (2007) Gp: 129 (349) Xp: 8206
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets a pink crystal ring from a pocket in a black backpack.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient removes a pair of soft leather gloves so she can wear a pink crystal ring.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient wears a pair of soft leather gloves.
Hp: 1912 (2007) Gp: 130 (349) Xp: 8209
Damage: -3
You stab the skeleton warrior in the head with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
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Hp: 1915 (2007) Gp: 132 (349) Xp: 8212
Damage: -3
You messily stab the skeleton warrior in the head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient twists the pink crystal ring.
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 only slightly fierce.
It is in bad shape.
It is standing.
Its skin looks strangely mineral-like.
Holding : a falcata (left hand).
Wearing : a pair of fawn cotton trousers and a splintmail.
Its purse is home to only moths!
>
[Sigelinde enters Discworld]
Hp: 1918 (2007) Gp: 134 (349) Xp: 8215
Damage: -3
You stab the skeleton warrior in the head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
stab warrior with weapon 1
You prepare to stab the skeleton warrior with your Puerility.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and the skeleton warrior leave south.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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A carriage draws to a halt at the carriage stop.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
A skeleton warrior, Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and an expensive trader are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and the skeleton warrior leave south.
The expensive trader scans the area in search of customers.
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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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Queued command: s
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pokes her tongue out at the world.
A fat merchant moves west and leaves the marketplace.
Hp: 1930 (2007) Gp: 108 (349) Xp: 8303
Damage: -12
You stab the skeleton warrior in the head with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient struggles to hold her hands closed, her muscles standing out with the strain, as red sparks shoot out from between her fingers.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient releases the eye she was holding. It hovers above her hand.
[Spontilla enters Discworld]
Hp: 1933 (2007) Gp: 111 (349) Xp: 8306
Damage: -3
You scratch the skeleton warrior’s head with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
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The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s hand.
[Lavender enters Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
An expensive trader is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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[Heriken leaves Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
An expensive trader is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient twists the pink crystal ring.
Hp: 1945 (2007) Gp: 123 (349) Xp: 8318
Damage: -12
You scratch the skeleton warrior’s head with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
The scent of musk pleasantly surrounds you.
stab warrior with weapon 1

You can’t muster the energy to stab at the moment.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1948 (2007) Gp: 125 (349) Xp: 8321
Damage: -3
You scratch the skeleton warrior’s head with your Puerility but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif 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 only slightly fierce.
It is in very bad shape.
It is standing.
Its skin looks strangely mineral-like.
Holding : a falcata (left hand).
Wearing : a pair of fawn cotton trousers and a splintmail.
Its purse is home to only moths!
>
Hp: 1951 (2007) Gp: 127 (349) Xp: 8324
Damage: -3
You nick the skeleton warrior’s head with your Kleptomania but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow 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.
The skeleton warrior dissolves into dust.
The skeleton warrior scratches itself, and large pieces of skin flake off.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets a cured troll left eye from her black backpack.
Hp: 1954 (2007) Gp: 128 (349) Xp: 8327
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient lazily closes her hand into a ball.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pokes her tongue out at the world.
Hp: 1957 (2007) Gp: 131 (349) Xp: 8330
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her floating large metal shield swoops in and absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient struggles to hold her hands closed, her muscles standing out with the strain, as red sparks shoot out from between her fingers.

You are already pursuing Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Some local priests argue theology.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient releases the eye she was holding. It hovers above her hand.
Queued command: n
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Hp: 1960 (2007) Gp: 134 (349) Xp: 8333
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s hand.
Dark Horror al’Nighter moves south onto the southwestern corner of the market.
A small blue light moves south onto the southwestern corner of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
An expensive trader is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light move west and leave the marketplace.
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Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light move into the marketplace from the west.
It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers, a splintmail, a falcata and 4 Lancre shillings and 2 Lancre pennies are on the ground.
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Dark Horror al’Nighter moves north onto the western side of the market.
A small blue light moves north onto the western side of the market.
Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light move west and leave the marketplace.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient arrives from the south.
Hp: 1972 (2007) Gp: 146 (349) Xp: 8345
Damage: -12
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers, a splintmail, a falcata and 4 Lancre shillings and 2 Lancre pennies are on the ground.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and an expensive trader are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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Hp: 1975 (2007) Gp: 149 (349) Xp: 8348
Damage: -3
A dull red glow appears around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
The dull red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes bright red.
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
(Thieves) Thrakkozz wisps: hey lowlife, cool logs site
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You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
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Hp: 1978 (2007) Gp: 116 (349) Xp: 8415
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1981 (2007) Gp: 117 (349) Xp: 8418
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves east.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the eastern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
> p

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the southeastern corner of the market.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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The scent of musk pleasantly surrounds you.
sw
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves west onto the southern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
An expensive trader is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is here.
> p

Queued command: p
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves west onto the southwestern corner of the market.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
nw
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves northeast onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and an expensive trader are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
> nw

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves northeast.
Queued command: nw
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves west onto the northern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
e
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient arrives from the east.
Hp: 2005 (2007) Gp: 138 (349) Xp: 8442
Damage: -24
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> sw

Queued command: sw
> p

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves southeast onto the centre of the market.
Queued command: p
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
e
Queued command: e
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[Payback enters Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and an expensive trader are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
Queued command: p
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Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 149 (349) Xp: 8454
Damage: -2
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her floating large metal shield swoops in and absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
[Sigelinde leaves Discworld]
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her floating large metal shield swoops in and absorbs all of the blow.
In blocking the attack the large metal shield floating around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is knocked out of orbit.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient twists the pink crystal ring.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 151 (349) Xp: 8457
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient messily stabs you in the neck with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
[Kleitch enters Discworld]
Queued command: stab sunniva with weapon 1
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Hp: 1930 (2007) Gp: 153 (349) Xp: 8460
Damage: 77
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets a large metal shield from the centre of the market.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves east.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.get shield
Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
Queued command: get shield
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Cannot find “shield”, no match.
e
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the northeastern corner of the market.
Queued command: e
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves west onto the northern side of the market.
Queued command: n
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Queued command: w
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
The scent of musk pleasantly surrounds you.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Hp: 1945 (2007) Gp: 165 (349) Xp: 8475
Damage: -15
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily dodges out of the way.
p
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient clasps a large metal shield close.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient holds a large metal shield out and moves it around in a circle.
Hp: 1948 (2007) Gp: 168 (349) Xp: 8478
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily dodges out of the way.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient seems to be talking to a large metal shield.
Hp: 1951 (2007) Gp: 136 (349) Xp: 8554
Damage: -3
The bright red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes wobbling orange.
You launch a powerful attack. You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1954 (2007) Gp: 139 (349) Xp: 8557
Damage: -3
stab sunniva with weapon 1
The large metal shield begins to float around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
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Hp: 1957 (2007) Gp: 107 (349) Xp: 8612
Damage: -3
You launch a powerful attack. You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her floating large metal shield swoops in and absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1960 (2007) Gp: 110 (349) Xp: 8615
Damage: -3
The wobbling orange glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes flickering yellow.
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
get shield
[Gymnopedie enters Discworld]

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

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient twists the pink crystal ring.

Cannot find “shield”, no match.
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Hp: 1963 (2007) Gp: 113 (349) Xp: 8618
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her floating large metal shield swoops in and absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pursues you.
get shield

Cannot find “shield”, no match.
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Hp: 1966 (2007) Gp: 116 (349) Xp: 8621
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her floating large metal shield swoops in and absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets a cured human right eye from her black backpack.
Hp: 1969 (2007) Gp: 119 (349) Xp: 8624
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her floating large metal shield swoops in and absorbs all of the blow.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient lazily closes her hand into a ball.

You can’t muster the energy to stab at the moment.
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You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her floating large metal shield swoops in and absorbs all of the blow.
get shield
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pokes her tongue out at the world.
Hp: 1972 (2007) Gp: 122 (349) Xp: 8627
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient struggles to hold her hands closed, her muscles standing out with the strain, as red sparks shoot out from between her fingers.

Cannot find “shield”, no match.
> se

[Hayaku enters Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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 nw

It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l nw

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Hp: 1987 (2007) Gp: 137 (349) Xp: 8642
Damage: -15
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
The scent of musk pleasantly surrounds you.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
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Hp: 1990 (2007) Gp: 105 (349) Xp: 8698
Damage: -3
You launch a powerful attack. You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her floating large metal shield swoops in and absorbs all of the blow.
In blocking the attack the large metal shield floating around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is knocked out of orbit.
Hp: 1993 (2007) Gp: 108 (349) Xp: 8701
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
get shield
You get a large metal shield from the northern side of the market.
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Hp: 1996 (2007) Gp: 111 (349) Xp: 8704
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and an expensive trader are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient south.
There is a sudden white flash around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
Hp: 1999 (2007) Gp: 112 (349) Xp: 8707
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers, a splintmail, a falcata and 4 Lancre shillings and 2 Lancre pennies are on the ground.
> p

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves northwest.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> nw

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the northwestern corner of the market.
Queued command: nw
> n

Queued command: n
> p

Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu move into the marketplace from the north.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the northern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
Damu, SamTing du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre and Zenden du Sucre are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Queued command: p
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(Thieves) Faye wisps: 982.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
e
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the northeastern corner of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu arrive from the west.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
> p

Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 133 (346) Xp: 8731
Damage: -8
You messily stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient in the head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets a mounted pewter shield from a pocket in a black backpack.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets some fine grey ash from her black backpack.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient appears to be thinking about something.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 135 (346) Xp: 8734
You scratch Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient stares at nothing much in the air around herself.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient whispers something to herself.
An expensive trader moves southeast onto the southeastern corner of the market.
Queued command: stab sunniva with weapon 1
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Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 138 (346) Xp: 8737
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient blows some ash into the air around herself.
Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu arrive from the west.
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient concentrates for a moment.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 106 (346) Xp: 8812
You scratch Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
The scent of musk fades away.
You tried to launch a special attack, but it failed.
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient flashes red for a moment.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 109 (346) Xp: 8815
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient puts the mounted pewter shield in a pocket in the black backpack.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 112 (346) Xp: 8818
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 115 (346) Xp: 8821
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
(Thieves) Cize wisps: 982 what?
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 118 (346) Xp: 8824
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
(Thieves) Faye wisps: logins.
l sunniva
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 121 (346) Xp: 8827
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
You feel cold to your bones.
You shiver.
You see Mrs Sunniva the Impatient of Mrs. Widgery’s Lodgers, the Fourth Level Wizard.
She is a strapping young human lass.
She is slightly hurt.
She is standing.
She is surrounded by a soft yellow glow.
Her skin looks strangely mineral-like.
She looks rather cold.
Holding : a thief’s dagger (left hand) and a thief’s dagger (right hand).
Wearing : a pair of black soft-soled boots, a pair of soft leather gloves, a fluffy cloak, a klatchian steel plate mail bevor and a klatchian steel chain mail coif.
Carrying: a transparent orange perfume bottle, a transparent green perfume bottle, a jar of screaming mandrake roots and a pink crystal ring.
Her purse is tinkling with coins.
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Damu appears to be checking out all your wounds.
Damu studies Damu, SamTing du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, Zenden du Sucre, Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and you.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 124 (346) Xp: 8830
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
>
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 92 (346) Xp: 8886
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she dodges out of the way.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 95 (346) Xp: 8889
A bright red glow appears around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
You launch a powerful attack. You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 97 (346) Xp: 8892
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient snicks your neck with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs most of the blow.
Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu leave south.
Hp: 1971 (2007) Gp: 98 (346) Xp: 8895
Damage: 36
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
health wounded all
A slack jawed yokel stares blankly at the ground.

Unable to find any wounded people.
>
Hp: 1974 (2007) Gp: 100 (346) Xp: 8898
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
Hp: 1977 (2007) Gp: 103 (346) Xp: 8901
Damage: -3
The bright red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes wobbling orange.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
(Thieves) Thrakkozz wisps: woah
Hp: 1980 (2007) Gp: 106 (346) Xp: 8904
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
p
The wobbling orange glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes flickering yellow.
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.

You are already pursuing Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
>
Hp: 1983 (2007) Gp: 109 (346) Xp: 8907
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1986 (2007) Gp: 110 (346) Xp: 8910
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily dodges out of the way.
[Gish leaves Discworld]
Hp: 1989 (2007) Gp: 113 (346) Xp: 8913
Damage: -3
You barely stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient in the head with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your steel breastplate absorbs all of the blow.
(Thieves) Cize wisps: 1387
Hp: 1992 (2007) Gp: 115 (346) Xp: 8916
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient messily stabs you in the left hand with one of her thief’s daggers.
Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu move east and leave the marketplace.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Hp: 1929 (2007) Gp: 116 (346) Xp: 8919
Damage: 63
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.

You can’t muster the energy to stab at the moment.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe moves into the marketplace from the north.
Hp: 1932 (2007) Gp: 117 (346) Xp: 8922
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient appears to be checking out all your wounds.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient studies Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and you.
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe moves south onto the centre of the market.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1935 (2007) Gp: 118 (346) Xp: 8925
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
(Thieves) Cize wisps: You slacker :p
(Thieves) Rascal wisps that he whistles
There is a sudden white flash around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe moves south onto the southern side of the market.
Hp: 1938 (2007) Gp: 121 (346) Xp: 8928
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> p

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> w

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves southeast onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> p

[Sigelinde enters Discworld]
Queued command: p
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves southwest onto the southwestern corner of the market.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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Queued command: s
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Queued command: p
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient appears to tense momentarily.
Hp: 1956 (2007) Gp: 137 (346) Xp: 8946
Damage: -18
You stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient in the head with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Queued command: stab sunniva with weapon 1
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You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient flashes red for a moment.
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe moves northeast onto the eastern side of the market.
Hp: 1959 (2007) Gp: 140 (346) Xp: 8949
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe moves north onto the northeastern corner of the market.
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient puts the mounted pewter shield in a pocket in the black backpack.
Hp: 1962 (2007) Gp: 108 (346) Xp: 9006
Damage: -3
The light around Sunniva the Impatient flickers and winks out.
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe moves north and leaves the marketplace.
Hp: 1965 (2007) Gp: 111 (346) Xp: 9009
Damage: -3
A dull red glow appears around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
You launch a powerful attack. You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
[Poogle enters Discworld]
Hp: 1968 (2007) Gp: 114 (346) Xp: 9012
Damage: -3
The dull red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes bright red.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your pair of steel sabatons absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient removes the pair of soft leather gloves so she can remove the yellow stone ring.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient wears the pair of soft leather gloves.
Hp: 1967 (2007) Gp: 116 (346) Xp: 9015
Damage: 1
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
l sunniva
The bright red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes dull red.
You see Mrs Sunniva the Impatient of Mrs. Widgery’s Lodgers, the Fourth Level Wizard.
She is a strapping young human lass.
She is slightly hurt.
She is standing.
Her skin looks strangely mineral-like.
She is surrounded by a dull red cocoon-like glow.
She looks rather cold.
Holding : a thief’s dagger (left hand) and a thief’s dagger (right hand).
Wearing : a pair of black soft-soled boots, a pair of soft leather gloves, a fluffy cloak, a klatchian steel plate mail bevor and a klatchian steel chain mail coif.
Carrying: a transparent orange perfume bottle, a transparent green perfume bottle, a yellow stone ring, a jar of screaming mandrake roots and a pink crystal ring.
Her purse is tinkling with coins.
>
Hp: 1970 (2007) Gp: 119 (346) Xp: 9018
Damage: -3
The dull red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes bright red.
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your pair of steel vambraces absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1956 (2007) Gp: 121 (346) Xp: 9021
Damage: 14
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your Offler-headed mask absorbs all of the blow.
[Jorar leaves Discworld]
The bright red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes wobbling orange.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1959 (2007) Gp: 123 (346) Xp: 9024
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
Hp: 1962 (2007) Gp: 126 (346) Xp: 9027
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient cuts your right foot with one of her thief’s daggers.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
[Billdo enters Discworld]
Hp: 1794 (2007) Gp: 127 (346) Xp: 9030
Damage: 168
The wobbling orange glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes flickering yellow.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your steel breastplate absorbs all of the blow.
Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu move into the marketplace from the east.
Zenden du Sucre moves west onto the centre of the market.
Andronicus du Sucre moves west onto the centre of the market.
SamTing du Sucre moves west onto the centre of the market.
Damu moves west onto the centre of the market.
Hp: 1797 (2007) Gp: 129 (346) Xp: 9033
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Zenden du Sucre moves west onto the western side of the market.
Andronicus du Sucre moves west onto the western side of the market.
SamTing du Sucre moves west onto the western side of the market.
Damu moves west onto the western side of the market.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient perforates your right foot with one of her thief’s daggers.
Hp: 1605 (2007) Gp: 130 (346) Xp: 9036
Damage: 192
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu move west and leave the marketplace.
Hp: 1608 (2007) Gp: 132 (346) Xp: 9039
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Hp: 1611 (2007) Gp: 99 (346) Xp: 9113
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1614 (2007) Gp: 101 (346) Xp: 9116
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
There is a sudden white flash around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
Hp: 1617 (2007) Gp: 102 (346) Xp: 9119
Damage: -3
You launch a powerful attack. You perforate Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
p
[Kleitch leaves Discworld]

You are already pursuing Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
>
Hp: 1620 (2007) Gp: 105 (346) Xp: 9122
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves north.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves east.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient east.
Hp: 1623 (2007) Gp: 102 (346) Xp: 9125
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets a mounted pewter shield from a pocket in a black backpack.
Hp: 1626 (2007) Gp: 104 (346) Xp: 9128
Damage: -3
You scratch Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets some fine grey ash from her black backpack.
Hp: 1629 (2007) Gp: 107 (346) Xp: 9131
Damage: -3
You scratch Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient appears to be thinking about something.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient stares at nothing much in the air around herself.
Hp: 1632 (2007) Gp: 110 (346) Xp: 9134
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient whispers something to herself.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient scatters some ash around herself.
Hp: 1635 (2007) Gp: 113 (346) Xp: 9137
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs most of the blow.
tactics attitude insane
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient concentrates for a moment.
Your attitude is now insane.
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Hp: 1638 (2007) Gp: 116 (346) Xp: 9140
Damage: -3
You barely stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient in the head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
of
Try something else.
>
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient flashes red for a moment.
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
tactics attitude offensive
Hp: 1641 (2007) Gp: 117 (346) Xp: 9143
Damage: -3
A dull red glow appears around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Your attitude is now offensive.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient puts the mounted pewter shield in a pocket in the black backpack.
Hp: 1644 (2007) Gp: 119 (346) Xp: 9146
Damage: -3
The dull red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes bright red.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
[BelAirk enters Discworld]
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient says with a Morporkian accent: woo ma.po tm
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
stab sunniva with weapon 1

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> w

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the northwestern corner of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
> w
The noise of the market fades behind you as you move onto Sto Street.

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
> n

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the northern side of the market.
Queued command: n
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the northeastern corner of the market.
e
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
> p

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> e

Queued command: e
>
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe moves into the marketplace from the north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves southwest onto the centre of the market.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves southwest onto the southwestern corner of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black ssw
ilk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe leaves south.
Queued command: sw
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
sw
On the eastern side of the market, the short peasant says with a Lancrastian accent: Oi knows what I knows.
Queued command: sw
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Queued command: p
>
Hp: 1671 (2007) Gp: 144 (346) Xp: 9173
Damage: -27
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves north.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
n
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> n

Queued command: n
>
Hp: 1677 (2007) Gp: 150 (346) Xp: 9179
Damage: -6
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
p
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the southwestern corner of the market.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> e

Queued command: e
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the southern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
se
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe and a short peasant are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> p

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> sw

Queued command: sw
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
n
Queued command: n
> p

Queued command: p
>
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
Hp: 1698 (2007) Gp: 171 (346) Xp: 9200
Damage: -21
The bright red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes wobbling orange.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient nicks your right foot with one of her thief’s daggers but your pair of steel sabatons absorbs some of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient puts the transparent orange perfume bottle and the medium sized rainbow bottle in a pocket in the black backpack.
[Nuit enters Discworld]
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slices your right arm with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs some of the blow.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
Queued command: stab sunniva with weapon 1
>
Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
w
[Lumpy leaves Discworld]
Queued command: w
>
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Hp: 1367 (2007) Gp: 178 (346) Xp: 9209
Damage: 331
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you deftly parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves north.
sip blu
You sip a few ounces of blue water from one of the medium sized turquoise bottles.
>
You feel a touch more whole.
ne
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
> w

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> p

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves east.
[Vasp leaves Discworld]
Queued command: p
>
Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
e
e
[LaoTzu enters Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Learned Kalizkan auf der Scheibe moves east and leaves the marketplace.
Queued command: e
>
Hp: 1777 (2007) Gp: 195 (346) Xp: 9227
Damage: -410
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
w
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> p

You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
>
Hp: 1783 (2007) Gp: 200 (346) Xp: 9233
Damage: -6
The wobbling orange glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes flickering yellow.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient nicks your right hand with one of her thief’s daggers.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Queued command: stab sunniva with weapon 1
> s

Queued command: s
>
Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the southern side of the market.
An expensive trader moves northwest onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
An expensive trader is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
s
Queued command: s
> p

Queued command: p
>
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pokes her tongue out at the world.
Hp: 1731 (2007) Gp: 209 (346) Xp: 9245
Damage: 52
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient struggles to hold her hands closed, her muscles standing out with the strain, as red sparks shoot out from between her fingers.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
n
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient releases the eye she was holding. It hovers above her hand.
Hp: 1734 (2007) Gp: 212 (346) Xp: 9248
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s hand.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
An expensive trader is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
> l

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
An expensive trader is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
> s

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
stab sunniva with weapon 1

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> n

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and an expensive trader are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> w
p

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the northwestern corner of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
>
[Rauchwolke enters Discworld]
Queued command: p
> ne

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the northern side of the market.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
Queued command: ne
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
p
Queued command: p
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the southern side of the market.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
s
s
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the southeastern corner of the market.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the eastern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter moon is hidden by tp
he 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
An expensive trader is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
>
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
>
Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
>
[Daoud leaves Discworld]
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves west onto the centre of the market.
nw
[Amalric leaves Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and an expensive trader are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
> p

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient releases the eye she was holding. It hovers above her hand.
Queued command: p
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Hp: 1776 (2007) Gp: 252 (346) Xp: 9290
Damage: -42
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily dodges out of the way.
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The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s hand.
Queued command: e
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You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
Hp: 1779 (2007) Gp: 255 (346) Xp: 9293
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves her hand and the ball of fire zooms out from her to sweep past you with a blinding light and a great quantity of heat.
The fire crisps you.
The fire vaporises the expensive trader.
The fire dies away.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient dealt the death blow to the expensive trader.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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Queued command: sw
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[Falandro enters Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
sip blu
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the eastern side of the market.
You sip a few ounces of blue water from one of the medium sized turquoise bottles.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the southeastern corner of the market.
You feel ever so slightly better.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient arrives from the east.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
> p

You are already pursuing Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves northeast.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
ne
Queued command: ne
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the northeastern corner of the market.
[Disgruntled enters Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
> p

A barge owner enters the guild in search of some cargo.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Hp: 1679 (2007) Gp: 277 (346) Xp: 9317
Damage: 100
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient west.
Queued command: stab sunniva with weapon 1
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Hp: 1682 (2007) Gp: 278 (346) Xp: 9320
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
There is a sudden white flash around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Hp: 1685 (2007) Gp: 245 (346) Xp: 9373
Damage: -3
You attempt to prepare a special attack but Puerility feels too unwieldy and you lose the initiative.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets a mounted pewter shield from a pocket in a black backpack.
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
>
Hp: 1688 (2007) Gp: 177 (346) Xp: 9491
Damage: -3
You tried to launch a special attack, but it failed.
A carriage draws to a halt at the carriage stop.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets some fine grey ash from her black backpack.
Hp: 1691 (2007) Gp: 180 (346) Xp: 9494
Damage: -3
tactics attitude insane
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient looks pensive for a few moments.
Your attitude is now insane.
> stab sunniva with weapon 1

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient stares at nothing much in the air around herself.
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
>
Hp: 1694 (2007) Gp: 148 (346) Xp: 9535
Damage: -3
You snick Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient sings quietly to herself.
You tried to launch a special attack, but it failed.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient scatters some ash around herself.
Hp: 1697 (2007) Gp: 149 (346) Xp: 9538
Damage: -3
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient concentrates for a moment.
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
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Hp: 1700 (2007) Gp: 117 (346) Xp: 9586
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she dodges out of the way.
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient flashes red for a moment.
Hp: 1703 (2007) Gp: 119 (346) Xp: 9589
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient puts the mounted pewter shield in a pocket in the black backpack.
Hp: 1706 (2007) Gp: 122 (346) Xp: 9592
Damage: -3
You tried to launch a special attack, but it failed.
p

You are already pursuing Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
>
Hp: 1709 (2007) Gp: 124 (346) Xp: 9595
Damage: -3
l sunniva
You see Mrs Sunniva the Impatient of Mrs. Widgery’s Lodgers, the Fourth Level Wizard.
She is a strapping young human lass.
She is in good shape.
She is standing.
Her skin looks strangely mineral-like.
She looks rather cold.
Holding : a thief’s dagger (left hand) and a thief’s dagger (right hand).
Wearing : a pair of black soft-soled boots, a pair of soft leather gloves, a fluffy cloak, a klatchian steel plate mail bevor and a klatchian steel chain mail coif.
Carrying: a medium sized rainbow bottle, a yellow stone ring, a jar of screaming mandrake roots and a pink crystal ring.
Her purse is tinkling with coins.
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Hp: 1712 (2007) Gp: 127 (346) Xp: 9598
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
[Astayli enters Discworld]
Hp: 1715 (2007) Gp: 129 (346) Xp: 9601
Damage: -3
A bright red glow appears around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
You launch a powerful attack. You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
[Ragnar leaves Discworld]
Hp: 1718 (2007) Gp: 131 (346) Xp: 9604
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1721 (2007) Gp: 133 (346) Xp: 9607
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
[SargoSan leaves Discworld]
Hp: 1724 (2007) Gp: 135 (346) Xp: 9610
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient stabs you deeply in the left leg with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 1623 (2007) Gp: 137 (346) Xp: 9613
Damage: 101
You feel cold to your bones.
You shiver.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1613 (2007) Gp: 137 (346) Xp: 9616
Damage: 10
The bright red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes wobbling orange.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient nicks your left foot with one of her thief’s daggers but your pair of steel sabatons absorbs some of the blow.
health wounded all
You are slightly hurt.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pursues you.
Hp: 1534 (2007) Gp: 138 (346) Xp: 9619
Damage: 79
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
Hp: 1537 (2007) Gp: 140 (346) Xp: 9622
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
A slack jawed yokel gawks at the barge owners.
Hp: 1540 (2007) Gp: 142 (346) Xp: 9625
Damage: -3
The wobbling orange glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes flickering yellow.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient messily stabs you in the right arm with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1479 (2007) Gp: 144 (346) Xp: 9628
Damage: 61
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
Hp: 1482 (2007) Gp: 146 (346) Xp: 9631
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1485 (2007) Gp: 148 (346) Xp: 9634
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient barely stabs you in the right leg with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.
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You attempt to prepare a special attack but Puerility feels too unwieldy and you lose the initiative.
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You stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient in the head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
tactics attitude offensive
Your attitude is now offensive.
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Hp: 1465 (2007) Gp: 113 (346) Xp: 9700
Damage: 20
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
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Hp: 1468 (2007) Gp: 114 (346) Xp: 9703
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient stabs you in the left foot with one of her thief’s daggers but your pair of steel sabatons absorbs some of the blow.

You are already pursuing Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Hp: 1416 (2007) Gp: 116 (346) Xp: 9706
Damage: 52
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slices your right hand with one of her thief’s daggers.
[Rhaz enters Discworld]
Hp: 1248 (2007) Gp: 119 (346) Xp: 9709
Damage: 168
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your Offler-headed mask absorbs all of the blow.
There is a sudden white flash around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient appears to be checking out all your wounds.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient studies Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and you.
You scratch Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient cuts your left leg with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 1129 (2007) Gp: 121 (346) Xp: 9712
Damage: 119
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets a mounted pewter shield from a pocket in a black backpack.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1132 (2007) Gp: 123 (346) Xp: 9715
Damage: -3
You scratch Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets some fine grey ash from her black backpack.
Hp: 1135 (2007) Gp: 126 (346) Xp: 9718
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient appears to be thinking about something.
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient seems to be looking at something near herself.
Hp: 1138 (2007) Gp: 94 (346) Xp: 9776
Damage: -3
You scratch Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient sings quietly to herself.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient blows some ash into the air around herself.
Hp: 1141 (2007) Gp: 97 (346) Xp: 9779
Damage: -3
You snick Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient appears to tense momentarily.
You barely stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient in the head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1144 (2007) Gp: 100 (346) Xp: 9782
Damage: -3
You launch a powerful attack. You stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient deeply in the head with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient flashes red for a moment.
Hp: 1147 (2007) Gp: 103 (346) Xp: 9785
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient puts the mounted pewter shield in a pocket in the black backpack.
Hp: 1150 (2007) Gp: 106 (346) Xp: 9788
Damage: -3
A dull red glow appears around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1153 (2007) Gp: 109 (346) Xp: 9791
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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You see Mrs Sunniva the Impatient of Mrs. Widgery’s Lodgers, the Fourth Level Wizard.
She is a strapping young human lass.
She is slightly hurt.
She is standing.
Her skin looks strangely mineral-like.
She is surrounded by a dull red cocoon-like glow.
She looks rather cold.
Holding : a thief’s dagger (left hand) and a thief’s dagger (right hand).
Wearing : a pair of black soft-soled boots, a pair of soft leather gloves, a fluffy cloak, a klatchian steel plate mail bevor and a klatchian steel chain mail coif.
Carrying: a medium sized rainbow bottle, a yellow stone ring, a jar of screaming mandrake roots and a pink crystal ring.
Her purse is tinkling with coins.
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Hp: 1156 (2007) Gp: 112 (346) Xp: 9794
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she dodges out of the way.
A loud wailing issues from Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s jar of screaming mandrake roots.
Hp: 1159 (2007) Gp: 115 (346) Xp: 9797
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your Offler-headed mask absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1162 (2007) Gp: 117 (346) Xp: 9800
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Damu moves into the marketplace from the west.
Hp: 1165 (2007) Gp: 118 (346) Xp: 9803
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Damu moves east onto the centre of the market.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient barely stabs you in the chest with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1132 (2007) Gp: 121 (346) Xp: 9806
Damage: 33
Damu moves northeast onto the northeastern corner of the market.
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
Hp: 1135 (2007) Gp: 124 (346) Xp: 9809
Damage: -3
The dull red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes bright red.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Damu moves east and leaves the marketplace.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
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You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
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Hp: 1138 (2007) Gp: 91 (346) Xp: 9851
Damage: -3
You tried to launch a special attack, but it failed.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
sip blu
You sip a few ounces of blue water from one of the medium sized turquoise bottles.
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You sip a few ounces of blue water from one of the medium sized turquoise bottles.
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You feel ever so slightly better.
You feel ever so slightly better.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pokes her tongue out at the world.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 98 (346) Xp: 9860
Damage: -869
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient struggles to hold her hands closed, her muscles standing out with the strain, as red sparks shoot out from between her fingers.
Queued command: e
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient releases the eye she was holding. It hovers above her hand.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 101 (346) Xp: 9863
The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s hand.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
(Thieves) Thrakkozz wisps: anyone evr have a PK fight in that old place east of the gloomy forest back a year or two, that place was cool
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Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus and Acrin Antilles teleport into the marketplace.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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You are already pursuing Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 113 (346) Xp: 9875
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient lazily closes her hand into a ball.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pokes her tongue out at the world.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 116 (346) Xp: 9878
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient struggles to hold her hands closed, her muscles standing out with the strain, as red sparks shoot out from between her fingers.
Disgruntled Ibex moves into the marketplace from the south.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient releases the eye she was holding. It hovers above her hand.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 119 (346) Xp: 9881
The bright red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes wobbling orange.
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s hand.
Disgruntled Ibex moves west onto the southern side of the market.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily dodges out of the way.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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Acrin Antilles moves east onto the eastern side of the market.
Acrin Antilles moves east and leaves the marketplace.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l w

It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> l w

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the western side of the market.
It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves southeast onto the southern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and Disgruntled Ibex are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
> p

Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 137 (346) Xp: 9899
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pokes her tongue out at the world.

You are already pursuing Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient struggles to hold her hands closed, her muscles standing out with the strain, as red sparks shoot out from between her fingers.
[LaoTzu leaves Discworld]
Disgruntled Ibex leaves west.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 140 (346) Xp: 9902
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient releases the eye she was holding. It hovers above her hand.
Disgruntled Ibex moves south and leaves the marketplace.
The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s hand.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient arrives from the south.
Disgruntled Ibex moves into the marketplace from the south.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 152 (346) Xp: 9914
The wobbling orange glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes flickering yellow.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
[Limp enters Discworld]
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 158 (346) Xp: 9920
You snick Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs most of the blow.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
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Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 126 (346) Xp: 9963
You launch a powerful attack. You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
[Undertaker enters Discworld]
[Nuit leaves Discworld]
Queued command: stab sunniva with weapon 1
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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the western side of the market.
Queued command: w
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
Disgruntled Ibex is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves northeast onto the northern side of the market.
Disgruntled Ibex gets a flat cap from a pocket in a large satchel between opening and closing it.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 141 (346) Xp: 9981
You snick Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient whispers something to herself.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light move into the marketplace from the west.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient scatters some ash around herself.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 144 (346) Xp: 9984
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient concentrates for a moment.
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
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Dark Horror al’Nighter moves east onto the centre of the market.
A small blue light moves east onto the centre of the market.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 112 (346) Xp: 10029
You tried to launch a special attack, but it failed.
With a noise that sounds like “Plink!”, the air around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient flashes red for a moment.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 115 (346) Xp: 10032
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient puts the mounted pewter shield in a pocket in the black backpack.
You see Mrs Sunniva the Impatient of Mrs. Widgery’s Lodgers, the Fourth Level Wizard.
She is a strapping young human lass.
She is slightly hurt.
She is standing.
Her skin looks strangely mineral-like.
She looks rather cold.
Holding : a thief’s dagger (left hand) and a thief’s dagger (right hand).
Wearing : a pair of black soft-soled boots, a pair of soft leather gloves, a fluffy cloak, a klatchian steel plate mail bevor and a klatchian steel chain mail coif.
Carrying: a medium sized rainbow bottle, a yellow stone ring, a jar of screaming mandrake roots and a pink crystal ring.
Her purse is tinkling with coins.
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Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 118 (346) Xp: 10035
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Acrin Antilles moves into the marketplace from the east.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 121 (346) Xp: 10038
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
Acrin Antilles moves west onto the centre of the market.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A small blue light is zipping about, Mrs Sunniva the Impatient, Acrin Antilles, Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here and a smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient south.
Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus mutters something softly.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 122 (346) Xp: 10041
A dull red glow appears around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
filch shield from pack of snniva
[Nekkrist leaves Discworld]
A gentle tinkling sound comes from Dark Horror al’Nighter’s silver snowflake bracelet.

Cannot find “snniva”, no match.
Cannot find “pack of snniva”, no match.
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Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 124 (346) Xp: 10044
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus chants in a loud voice.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
filch shield from pack of sunniva
Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus glances quickly at a steel naginata.
Acrin Antilles leaves north.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
Cannot find “pack of sunniva”, no match.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> filch shield from pack of sunniva

Damu moves into the marketplace from the east.
You steal the mounted pewter shield from Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 37 (346) Xp: 12750
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves northeast.
Acrin Antilles moves north and leaves the marketplace.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the centre of the market.
[Carp enters Discworld]
Damu moves south onto the eastern side of the market.
[Lotte leaves Discworld]
Damu moves west onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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Damu moves west onto the western side of the market.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the southern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus, a small blue light is zipping about and Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
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Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus glances quickly at a ruby book charm.
Damu moves west and leaves the marketplace.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the southeastern corner of the market.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the eastern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, enter stall and enter door.
Disgruntled Ibex is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a dirty piece of fur is hanging in the air.
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Disgruntled Ibex gives the dirty piece of fur a good shove.
Disgruntled Ibex moves through the dirty piece of fur.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
> e

[Arcane leaves Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus, a small blue light is zipping about and Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
> e

Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus puts Cwc and the silver charm bracelet in a pocket in Endless Hall.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient releases the eye she was holding. It hovers above her hand.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 58 (346) Xp: 12771
The dull red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes bright red.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s hand.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus, a small blue light is zipping about and Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
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[Ashnod enters Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A small blue light is zipping about, Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here and a smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
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[Azhul enters Discworld]
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient arrives from the east.
[Billdo leaves Discworld]
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 70 (346) Xp: 12783
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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Queued command: w
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the southern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A small blue light is zipping about, a smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus and Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
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Queued command: s
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[Gimcrack enters Discworld]
[PigSty enters Discworld]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 79 (346) Xp: 12792
The bright red glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes wobbling orange.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
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You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 81 (346) Xp: 12795
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient stabs you deeply in the left foot with one of her thief’s daggers.
A dirty piece of fur teleports out of the marketplace.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient cuts your right hand with one of her thief’s daggers.
Some local priests argue theology.
[Chowmein enters Discworld]
Hp: 1802 (2007) Gp: 84 (346) Xp: 12798
Damage: 205
The wobbling orange glow around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient becomes flickering yellow.
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
l sunniva
You see Mrs Sunniva the Impatient of Mrs. Widgery’s Lodgers, the Fourth Level Wizard.
She is a strapping young human lass.
She is slightly hurt.
She is standing.
Her skin looks strangely mineral-like.
She is surrounded by a flickering yellow cocoon-like glow.
She looks rather cold.
Holding : a thief’s dagger (left hand) and a thief’s dagger (right hand).
Wearing : a pair of black soft-soled boots, a pair of soft leather gloves, a fluffy cloak, a klatchian steel plate mail bevor and a klatchian steel chain mail coif.
Carrying: a medium sized rainbow bottle, a yellow stone ring, a jar of screaming mandrake roots and a pink crystal ring.
Her purse is tinkling with coins.
> tactics attitude offensive

Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu move into the marketplace from the west.
Hp: 1805 (2007) Gp: 86 (346) Xp: 12801
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Your attitude is already offensive.
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Zenden du Sucre moves east onto the centre of the market.
Andronicus du Sucre moves east onto the centre of the market.
SamTing du Sucre moves east onto the centre of the market.
Damu moves east onto the centre of the market.
Hp: 1808 (2007) Gp: 88 (346) Xp: 12804
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
There is a sudden white flash around Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
Sunniva the Impatient strikes a pose at you.
Hp: 1811 (2007) Gp: 90 (346) Xp: 12807
Damage: -3
You scratch Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient stabs you deeply in the left leg with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs some of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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Zenden du Sucre moves east onto the eastern side of the market.
Andronicus du Sucre moves east onto the eastern side of the market.
SamTing du Sucre moves east onto the eastern side of the market.
Damu moves east onto the eastern side of the market.
Zenden du Sucre, Andronicus du Sucre, SamTing du Sucre and Damu move east and leave the marketplace.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus, a small blue light is zipping about and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient, Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
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Hp: 1716 (2007) Gp: 90 (346) Xp: 12810
Damage: 95
You scratch Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient cuts your left hand with one of her thief’s daggers.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves east.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> e

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> p

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves north.
Queued command: p
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Queued command: n
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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves west onto the northern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves southeast onto the eastern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
> se

You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Hp: 1635 (2007) Gp: 108 (346) Xp: 12828
Damage: 81
Hp: 1638 (2007) Gp: 111 (346) Xp: 12831
Damage: -3
You stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient in the head with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1641 (2007) Gp: 113 (346) Xp: 12834
Damage: -3
You scratch Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
l sunniva
You see Mrs Sunniva the Impatient of Mrs. Widgery’s Lodgers, the Fourth Level Wizard.
She is a strapping young human lass.
She is slightly hurt.
She is standing.
Her skin looks strangely mineral-like.
She looks rather cold.
Holding : a thief’s dagger (left hand) and a thief’s dagger (right hand).
Wearing : a pair of black soft-soled boots, a pair of soft leather gloves, a fluffy cloak, a klatchian steel plate mail bevor and a klatchian steel chain mail coif.
Carrying: some fine grey ash, a medium sized rainbow bottle, a yellow stone ring, a jar of screaming mandrake roots and a pink crystal ring.
Her purse is tinkling with coins.
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Hp: 1644 (2007) Gp: 115 (346) Xp: 12837
Damage: -3
You nick Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s head with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
[Spontilla leaves Discworld]
Hp: 1647 (2007) Gp: 117 (346) Xp: 12840
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily dodges out of the way.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves east.

The noise of the market fades behind you as you move onto Lancre Street.

It is night and the waxing quarter moon is hidden by the clouds.
something. It’s dark here, isn’t it?
It is a dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are three obvious exits: south, east and west.
Some objects you can’t make out are here.
You pursue someone east.
tactics focus neck
Hp: 1650 (2007) Gp: 117 (346) Xp: 12843
Damage: -3
You slash at someone with your Kleptomania but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
You will now focus on your opponent’s neck.
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Someone leaves east.
Someone manages to elude you.
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It is night and the waxing quarter moon is hidden by the clouds.
something. It’s dark here, isn’t it?
It is a dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are three obvious exits: north, east and west.
Some objects you can’t make out are here.
> e

Someone opens the armoury door.
Someone arrives from the north.
Someone closes the armoury door.
The clanging of metal stops for a short time while the smith takes a break, before starting once again.
Hp: 1659 (2007) Gp: 124 (346) Xp: 12852
Damage: -9
You perforate someone’s neck with your Puerility but something absorbs some of the blow.
Someone messily stabs you in the head with something but your Offler-headed mask absorbs some of the blow.
It is night and the waxing quarter moon is hidden by the clouds.
something. It’s dark here, isn’t it?
It is a dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are three obvious exits: south, east and west.
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Someone arrives from the east.
Someone thrusts at you with something but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
p
Someone leaves west.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> w

A cart trundles out of the market place and passes you heading east.
Queued command: w
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Sunniva the Impatient tells you: oops sorry

You move into the hustle and bustle of Ohulan-Cutash’s market square.

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
p
Hp: 1580 (2007) Gp: 131 (346) Xp: 12861
Damage: 79
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.
Sunniva the Impatient tells you: got lost
Hp: 1563 (2007) Gp: 132 (346) Xp: 12864
Damage: 17
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
tell reply no worries
You tell Sunniva the Impatient: no worries
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Hp: 1566 (2007) Gp: 135 (346) Xp: 12867
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
health wounded all
You are slightly hurt.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is slightly hurt.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your pair of steel vambraces absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 1569 (2007) Gp: 137 (346) Xp: 12870
Damage: -3
You snick Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient messily stabs you in the right arm with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1517 (2007) Gp: 139 (346) Xp: 12873
Damage: 52
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily dodges out of the way.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
Hp: 1520 (2007) Gp: 142 (346) Xp: 12876
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
You attempt to prepare a special attack but Puerility feels too unwieldy and you lose the initiative.
>
Hp: 1523 (2007) Gp: 110 (346) Xp: 12964
Damage: -3
You stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient deeply in the neck with your Kleptomania.
Dark Horror al’Nighter moves north onto the northern side of the market.
A small blue light moves north onto the northern side of the market.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
l sunniva
Hp: 1526 (2007) Gp: 112 (346) Xp: 12967
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
Dark Horror al’Nighter moves east onto the northeastern corner of the market.
A small blue light moves east onto the northeastern corner of the market.
You see Mrs Sunniva the Impatient of Mrs. Widgery’s Lodgers, the Fourth Level Wizard.
She is a strapping young human lass.
She is slightly hurt.
She is standing.
Her skin looks strangely mineral-like.
She looks rather cold.
Holding : a thief’s dagger (left hand) and a thief’s dagger (right hand).
Wearing : a pair of black soft-soled boots, a pair of soft leather gloves, a fluffy cloak, a klatchian steel plate mail bevor and a klatchian steel chain mail coif.
Carrying: some fine grey ash, a medium sized rainbow bottle, a yellow stone ring, a jar of screaming mandrake roots and a pink crystal ring.
Her purse is tinkling with coins.
>
Hp: 1529 (2007) Gp: 115 (346) Xp: 12970
Damage: -3
You scratch Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient thrusts at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you parry the blow with your Puerility.
Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light arrive from the north.
Dark Horror al’Nighter recovers two human hearts.
Hp: 1532 (2007) Gp: 117 (346) Xp: 12973
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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Dark Horror al’Nighter and the small blue light leave south.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A small blue light is zipping about and Dark Horror al’Nighter and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is here.
> w

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
> p

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
Queued command: p
>
Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light arrive from the east.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
> sw
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Dark Horror al’Nighter moves west onto the southwestern corner of the market.
A small blue light moves west onto the southwestern corner of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
A small blue light is zipping about and Dark Horror al’Nighter and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
>
Hp: 1547 (2007) Gp: 130 (346) Xp: 12988
Damage: -15
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
[Dextar enters Discworld]
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the northwestep
rn corner of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
>
Queued command: p
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the northern side of the market.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the centre of the market.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
ne
A cart arrives from the west and attempts to navigate its way through the crowd.
Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light arrive from the south.
You feel cold to your bones.
You shiver.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
> s

Dark Horror al’Nighter moves north onto the northwestern corner of the market.
A small blue light moves north onto the northwestern corner of the market.
Queued command: s
> p

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves northeast onto the northeastern corner of the market.
Queued command: p
>
[Fole enters Discworld -- PKL]
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus is standing here and a smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
(Thieves) Dhaggard wisps: This may be obvious, but one’s tactics attitude seems to have an effect on how well you can land a fighting special.
ne
Dark Horror al’Nighter moves east onto the northern side of the market.
A small blue light moves east onto the northern side of the market.
Dark Horror al’Nighter moves southeast onto the eastern side of the market.
A small blue light moves southeast onto the eastern side of the market.
Queued command: ne
> p

Queued command: p
>
Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light arrive from the east.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient lazily closes her hand into a ball.
Hp: 1568 (2007) Gp: 149 (346) Xp: 13009
Damage: -21
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily dodges out of the way.
sw
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pokes her tongue out at the world.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient struggles to hold her hands closed, her muscles standing out with the strain, as red sparks shoot out from between her fingers.
Queued command: sw
>
Hp: 1571 (2007) Gp: 152 (346) Xp: 13012
Damage: -3
You perforate Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Kleptomania.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient releases the eye she was holding. It hovers above her hand.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A small blue light is zipping about, a smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus and Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
Dark Horror al’Nighter stands dead still for a bit, looking blank.
sip blu
Dark Horror al’Nighter closes her eyes and looks long and hard.
You sip a few ounces of blue water from one of the medium sized turquoise bottles.
>
You feel ever so slightly better.
ne
Queued command: ne
>
Dark Horror al’Nighter spins around slowly and curls up on the floor.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 161 (346) Xp: 13021
Damage: -436
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily parries the blow with her thief’s dagger.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 164 (346) Xp: 13024
You perforate Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Puerility.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
You attempt to prepare a special attack but Puerility feels too unwieldy and you lose the initiative.
> p

Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 132 (346) Xp: 13105
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient snicks your left leg with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs most of the blow.

You are already pursuing Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
>
You snick Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
stab sunniva with weapon 1
You prepare to stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility.
>
Hp: 1990 (2007) Gp: 99 (346) Xp: 13166
Damage: 17
You launch a powerful attack. You stab your Puerility right through Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your pair of steel vambraces absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
w
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves southwest onto the western side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
> w

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> s

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Hp: 2002 (2007) Gp: 109 (346) Xp: 13178
Damage: -12
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient puts the medium sized rainbow bottle in a pocket in the black backpack.
Hp: 2005 (2007) Gp: 112 (346) Xp: 13181
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she dodges out of the way.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Puerility.
p
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves east.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves north.
[SargoSan enters Discworld]
p
Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light arrive from the north.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> n

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the northern side of the market.
Queued command: n
>
Dark Horror al’Nighter and the small blue light leave south.
n
Queued command: n
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner and the corpse of an expensive trader is on the ground.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 124 (346) Xp: 13196
Damage: -2
You snick Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
filch bottle from sunniva
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 127 (346) Xp: 13199
You snick Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
You tried to steal the transparent orange perfume bottle from Mrs Sunniva the Impatient but were spotted and failed.
> p

[Bonophile leaves Discworld]
Dark Horror al’Nighter and a small blue light move into the marketplace from the south.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> w

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the western side of the market.
[Wilbur enters Discworld]
Dark Horror al’Nighter moves north onto the centre of the market.
A small blue light moves north onto the centre of the market.
Queued command: w
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
s
Queued command: s
>
(Thieves) Rascal wisps: Do you mean that a more defensive attitude means you’ll land less specials?
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus, a small blue light is zipping about and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient, Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
> p

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves east.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> e

Wee Fole von Bruxa and a swarm of fireflies move into the marketplace from the east.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A swarm of fireflies is buzzing around and Wee Fole von Bruxa and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves north.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
> p

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> e

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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
>
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 61 (346) Xp: 14788
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily dodges out of the way.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
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Shady Badcrumble moves into the marketplace from the west.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> p

You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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Wee Fole von Bruxa moves north onto the northeastern corner of the market.
A swarm of fireflies moves north onto the northeastern corner of the market.
Queued command: w
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the western side of the market.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the southwestern corner of the market.
Wee Fole von Bruxa and a swarm of fireflies arrive from the east.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Wee Fole von Bruxa and a se
swarm of fireflies move north and leave the marketplace.
Shady Badcrumble moves east onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus, a small blue light is zipping about and Shady Badcrumble, Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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Shady Badcrumble moves east onto the eastern side of the market.
Hp: 2007 (2007) Gp: 74 (346) Xp: 14803
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slices your right leg with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs some of the blow.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves east.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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Shady Badcrumble moves east and leaves the marketplace.
Queued command: e
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a pair of fawn cotton trousers is on the ground.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north onto the northern side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus, a small blue light is zipping about and Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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(Thieves) Dhaggard wisps: Based on anecdotal evidence with not much testing to back it up — yes.
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The smoke grey moon dragon’s silver eyes whirl slowly.
Queued command: n
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves south onto the western side of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
> p

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
> se

Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the centre of the market.
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It is night and the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A small blue light is zipping about, a smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient, Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
>
Hp: 1842 (2007) Gp: 96 (346) Xp: 14827
Damage: 165
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
p
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient gets a cured human right eye from her black backpack.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Hp: 1845 (2007) Gp: 98 (346) Xp: 14830
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient lazily closes her hand into a ball.
You stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient deeply in the neck with your Puerility but her klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 1848 (2007) Gp: 101 (346) Xp: 14833
Damage: -3
l sunniva
You see Mrs Sunniva the Impatient of Mrs. Widgery’s Lodgers, the Fourth Level Wizard.
She is a strapping young human lass.
She is not in good shape.
She is standing.
Her skin looks strangely mineral-like.
She looks rather cold.
Holding : a thief’s dagger (left hand) and a thief’s dagger (right hand).
Wearing : a pair of black soft-soled boots, a pair of soft leather gloves, a fluffy cloak, a klatchian steel plate mail bevor and a klatchian steel chain mail coif.
Carrying: a cured human right eye, a transparent orange perfume bottle, some fine grey ash, a yellow stone ring, a jar of screaming mandrake roots and a pink crystal ring.
Her purse is tinkling with coins.
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Hp: 1851 (2007) Gp: 104 (346) Xp: 14836
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she dodges out of the way.
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Hp: 1854 (2007) Gp: 107 (346) Xp: 14839
Damage: -3
You thrust at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
taste blu
The Ramtops Carriage arrives and pulls to a stop.
The driver opens the Ramtops Carriage door.
Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus stares intently into space for a bit.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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.
>
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient arrives from the east.
Hp: 1857 (2007) Gp: 110 (346) Xp: 14842
Damage: -3
You snick Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient smashes the medium sized turquoise bottle out of your hands onto the ground causing some of the liquid to splash out.
>
Hp: 1860 (2007) Gp: 113 (346) Xp: 14845
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs all of the blow.
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
Hp: 1863 (2007) Gp: 115 (346) Xp: 14848
Damage: -3
You snick Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
get bottle
On the centre of the market, Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus says in Agatean: Keni Kaimeni, Pomebu.
You get a medium sized turquoise bottle from the western side of the market.
> s

[Seirou leaves Discworld]
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Hp: 1869 (2007) Gp: 119 (346) Xp: 14854
Damage: -6
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but her chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
p
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient pokes her tongue out at the world.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient struggles to hold her hands closed, her muscles standing out with the strain, as red sparks shoot out from between her fingers.
Hp: 1872 (2007) Gp: 122 (346) Xp: 14857
Damage: -3
You perforate Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Kleptomania but her klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
stab sunniva with weapon 1

You can’t muster the energy to stab at the moment.
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Hp: 1875 (2007) Gp: 125 (346) Xp: 14860
Damage: -3
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
A small blue light is zipping about, a smoke grey moon dragon is perched on Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus and Dark Horror al’Nighter and Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
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Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus prays to Sandelfon for something.
Venerable Father Pythium Veridicus looks devout for a moment before slowly fading from view.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves east onto the southern side of the market.
A caravan guard washes off the dirt of the road with water from the town well.
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady 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.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves northeast onto the eastern side of the market.
The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady 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.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient 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 quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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 quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind 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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(Thieves) Cize wisps: I don’t know, I haven’t found that in PK fights
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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient moves north and leaves the marketplace.
Queued command: p
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Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
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Queued command: e
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
stop fighting
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient arrives from the north.
Stopping fight. Please wait.
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Hp: 1905 (2007) Gp: 155 (346) Xp: 14890
Damage: -30
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
Hp: 1908 (2007) Gp: 156 (346) Xp: 14893
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
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You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
A small blue light is zipping about and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and Dark Horror al’Nighter are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient south.
Hp: 1911 (2007) Gp: 157 (346) Xp: 14896
Damage: -3
You scratch Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves east.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Hp: 1914 (2007) Gp: 158 (346) Xp: 14899
Damage: -3
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You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
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Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves north.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient slashes at you with one of her thief’s daggers but you easily parry the blow with your Kleptomania.
Hp: 1917 (2007) Gp: 158 (346) Xp: 14902
Damage: -3
You snick Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Kleptomania but her chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient west.
[Heaven enters Discworld]
Hp: 1920 (2007) Gp: 159 (346) Xp: 14905
Damage: -3
You stop fighting Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
A small blue light is zipping about and Mrs Sunniva the Impatient and Dark Horror al’Nighter are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is casually placed in a corner.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient south.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient messily stabs you in the right leg with one of her thief’s daggers but your fluffy cloak absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 1826 (2007) Gp: 159 (346) Xp: 14908
Damage: 94
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Kleptomania but she easily dodges out of the way.
(Thieves) Cize wisps: For a lot of younger assassins/thieves a popular strategy is to sit in wimp and spam specials
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves east.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient east.
Hp: 1829 (2007) Gp: 160 (346) Xp: 14911
Damage: -3
You perforate Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s neck with your Puerility.
fbop x
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves north.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient north.
You tried to steal the transparent orange perfume bottle from Mrs Sunniva the Impatient but were spotted and failed.
>
Hp: 1832 (2007) Gp: 71 (346) Xp: 15648
Damage: -3
You slash at Mrs Sunniva the Impatient with your Puerility but she easily dodges out of the way.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves west.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient west.
Hp: 1835 (2007) Gp: 72 (346) Xp: 15651
Damage: -3
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves east.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 pair of midnight black silk bloomers 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is hanging above the door to the shop to the north.
> p

You pursue Mrs Sunniva the Impatient.
>
Hp: 1841 (2007) Gp: 76 (346) Xp: 15657
Damage: -6
You stab Mrs Sunniva the Impatient in the neck with your Puerility but her klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient manages to elude you.
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Acrin Antilles moves into the marketplace from the north.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
>
You smash the medium sized rainbow bottle out of Mrs Sunniva the Impatient’s hands onto the ground causing some of the liquid to splash out.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
(Thieves) Cize wisps: It’d make sense for it to have an effect, of course
Acrin Antilles moves west onto the northwestern corner of the market.
get bottles
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Acrin Antilles moves north and leaves the marketplace.
You get a medium sized rainbow bottle from the eastern side of the market.
>
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is here.
>
Hp: 1850 (2007) Gp: 83 (346) Xp: 15666
Damage: -9
p
Acrin Antilles moves into the marketplace from the north.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient opens the watch office door.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient leaves south.
Mrs Sunniva the Impatient closes the watch office door.

Cannot find “sunniva”, no match.
>
Acrin Antilles moves east onto the northern side of the market.
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Acrin Antilles moves east onto the northeastern corner of the market.
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The land is lit up by the eerie light of the waxing quarter 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 dangerously cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and medium cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall and a sign is here.
> l s

Sunniva the Impatient tells you: you win

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Published:: February 22, 2006 / 7:17 pm

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