PKL: Sunniva v. Spaxey

Brother Thanos and Crafty Creslin De’Klepto teleport into the marketplace.
Miss Chat moves south onto the eastern side of the market.
Miss Chat moves east and leaves the marketplace.
t x k,say go when ready
You tell Spaxey de Facto: k,say go when ready
sb

Hp: 2689(2689) Gp: 306(373) Xp: 18067
A burning piece of fur teleports out of the marketplace.
taw
Nearby to the south, Mr Spaxey de Facto shouts: GO
Your attitude is now wimp.

Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves northeast onto the northeastern corner of the market.
Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves east and leaves the marketplace.
[Dalmuros enters Discworld]
Someone moves north onto the centre of the market.
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A skeleton warrior arrives from the north.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
A skeleton warrior, Brother Thanos, Master Hirroshi the Tyger and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch is on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.

Crusader shivers.
Crusader coughs.
The driver closes the Ramtops Carriage door.
The Ramtops Carriage starts moving again.
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A skeleton warrior arrives from the east.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
wh

[Lucian enters Discworld]
You force yourself to be more alert and to watch your surroundings more intently.
g e

Queued command: g e

You glance east and see:
The centre of the market [n,s,e,w,ne,se,sw,nw].
Brother Thanos, Master Hirroshi the Tyger and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch is on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
e
[Gildor leaves Discworld]
A skeleton warrior arrives from the west.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior, Brother Thanos, Master Hirroshi the Tyger and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch is on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.

You notice Mr Spaxey de Facto nearby.
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves west.
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Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the west.
Mr Spaxey de Facto manages to get around the skeleton warrior’s defences and launches a vicious attack.
A dull red glow appears around the skeleton warrior.
Catching it by surprise, Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
The dull red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes bright red.
With surprising speed, Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
The bright red glow around the skeleton warrior becomes wobbling orange.
With surprising speed, Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but despite the surprise it easily dodges out of the way.
You spray the transparent orange perfume bottle at Mr Spaxey de Facto.
Hirroshi the Tyger huggles you good luck.
Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
The skeleton warrior cuts Mr Spaxey de Facto’s right arm with one of its long swords.
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The wobbling orange glow around the skeleton warrior becomes flickering yellow.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You prepare to attack Mr Spaxey de Facto.
hd

Master Hirroshi the Tyger and Mr Spaxey de Facto leave east.
Your concentration wanes and you stop watching your surroundings as intently.
Queued command: hd

You are already holding a thief’s dagger, you instead try to hold a thief’s dagger.
As you grasp the handle of the second dagger, a tingle travels up your arms from your hands.
You put down a transparent orange perfume bottle from your left hand.
You hold a thief’s dagger in your left hand.
e
Master Hirroshi the Tyger moves east and leaves the marketplace.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the west.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mr Spaxey de Facto are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.

Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves north.
n
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves west onto the northern side of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the south.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior 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.
w

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves south onto the centre of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the east.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
The corpse of a grubby tramp is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
s

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves northeast onto the northeastern corner of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the north.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior, Brother Thanos and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch is on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves west onto the northern side of the market.
[Phoibe enters Discworld]
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Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the north.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the east.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
e

A farmer hauls a pig through the crowd.
Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves into the marketplace from the east.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the west.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior, Mr Spaxey de Facto, Brother Thanos and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch is on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.

Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves west.
p x
Crafty Creslin De’Klepto arrives from the northeast.
Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the west.
Crafty Creslin De’Klepto leaves southwest.
You pursue Mr Spaxey de Facto.

Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 330 (373) Xp: 18157
The skeleton warrior slashes at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of its long swords but he easily dodges out of the way.
Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves west and leaves the marketplace.
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he deftly dodges out of the way.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 331 (373) Xp: 18160
You thrust at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he easily dodges out of the way.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 330 (373) Xp: 18163
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
The skeleton warrior messily stabs Mr Spaxey de Facto in the right arm with one of its long swords but his padded leather shirt absorbs some of the blow.
kof x
You get one cured carrot from the black backpack.
You get a lightable torch from the black backpack.
You prepare to cast Kamikaze Oryctolagus Flammula on Mr Spaxey de Facto.

The pleasant scent of oranges surrounds Mr Spaxey de Facto.
You wiggle your eyebrows around a bit.
Mr Spaxey de Facto attempts to launch a powerful attack. Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but it easily parries the blow with its long sword.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 281 (373) Xp: 18916
You think about a nice, big, orange, burning carrot.
You point at Mr Spaxey de Facto.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 284 (373) Xp: 18919
You ceremonially set fire to the carrot with the torch.
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves east.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the west.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mr Spaxey de Facto are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
You pursue Mr Spaxey de Facto east.
The carrot floats up and hovers above Mr Spaxey de Facto.
[Hakushi leaves Discworld]
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 285 (373) Xp: 18922
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves north.
Mr Spaxey de Facto manages to elude you.
n
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves west onto the northern side of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the south.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior 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.
w

A skeleton warrior arrives from the east.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mr Spaxey de Facto are standing here.
The corpse of a grubby tramp is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.

Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 290 (373) Xp: 18931
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
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You pursue Mr Spaxey de Facto.

You nick Mr Spaxey de Facto’s right leg with one of your thief’s daggers.
The skeleton warrior nicks Mr Spaxey de Facto’s stomach with one of its long swords.
kof x
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 259 (373) Xp: 18934
Six fire bunnies leap out of the ground and throw themselves at Mr Spaxey de Facto.
Mr Spaxey de Facto utters a quick prayer to Gufnork.
Mr Spaxey de Facto places his hands on himself.
You get one cured carrot from the black backpack.
You prepare to cast Kamikaze Oryctolagus Flammula on Mr Spaxey de Facto.

The skeleton warrior slashes at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of its long swords but he easily dodges out of the way.
You wiggle your eyebrows around a bit.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 212 (373) Xp: 19197
You think about a nice, big, orange, burning carrot.
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves south.
Mr Spaxey de Facto manages to elude you.
You seem to have lost your target!
You hastily release the spell.
s
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves east onto the eastern side of the market.
Queued command: s

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves south onto the southeastern corner of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the north.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior, Brother Thanos and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch is on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves west onto the southern side of the market.
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A skeleton warrior arrives from the north.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mr Spaxey de Facto are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
p x

Four fire bunnies leap out of the ground and throw themselves at Mr Spaxey de Facto.
Mr Spaxey de Facto closes Silver Sash.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 222 (373) Xp: 19209
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he deftly dodges out of the way.
The skeleton warrior nicks Mr Spaxey de Facto’s left foot with one of its long swords.
You pursue Mr Spaxey de Facto.

Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves west.
Mr Spaxey de Facto manages to elude you.
tao
Your attitude is now offensive.
w

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves north onto the western side of the market.
Queued command: w

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves northeast onto the northern side of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the east.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
n
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves east onto the northeastern corner of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the south.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
ne

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves south onto the eastern side of the market.
Queued command: ne

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves south onto the southeastern corner of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the southwest.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
The corpse of a grubby tramp is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
se
A skeleton warrior arrives from the northwest.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.

[Chaste leaves Discworld]
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Mr Spaxey de Facto moves west onto the southern side of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the east.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch is on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.

Someone moves northwest onto the western side of the market.
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A skeleton warrior arrives from the east.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
tad

Your attitude is now defensive.
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You are unburdened by:
Holding : a thief’s dagger (left hand) and a thief’s dagger (right hand).
Wearing : a pair of soft leather gloves, a fluffy cloak, a pair of black soft-soled boots, a klatchian steel plate mail bevor and a klatchian steel chain mail coif.
(under) : two pink crystal rings, a blue crystal ring, a Philosophers’ Society pin, a set of thermal underwear, a mirrored timepiece, a wedding ring, five club badges, a wooden bracelet, a staff harness, a pale pink robe, a black backpack and a yellow stone ring.
Carrying: a cured carrot, a lightable torch, a transparent orange perfume bottle, a medium sized turquoise bottle, an ornate canopic jar and a medium sized lilac bottle.
Your purse contains 2 Ankh-Morpork pence, 7 Ankh-Morpork dollars, one Ankh-Morpork half-dollar, 46 Lancre pennies and 15 Lancre shillings.
hold perfume bottle in right hand

As you let go of the dagger, a tingle travels down your arms and out of your hands.
You put down a thief’s dagger from your right hand.
You hold a transparent orange perfume bottle in your right hand.

Dark Rizard teleports into the marketplace.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a steady wind and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
sper

What?

Dark Rizard moves southwest onto the southwestern corner of the market.
You notice Mr Spaxey de Facto nearby.
You suddenly sense a presence behind you and turn around to see Mr Spaxey de Facto preparing to backstab you. You decide to teach him a lesson.
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Mr Spaxey de Facto moves aggressively towards you!
Dark Rizard moves south and leaves the marketplace.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 242 (373) Xp: 19263
You messily stab Mr Spaxey de Facto in the right arm with one of your thief’s daggers.
You spray the transparent orange perfume bottle at Mr Spaxey de Facto.
p x

[Chaste enters Discworld]
Dark Rizard moves into the marketplace from the south.
Queued command: p x

Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but it easily dodges out of the way.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 244 (373) Xp: 19266
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
hd
The pleasant scent of oranges surrounds Mr Spaxey de Facto.
Dark Rizard moves northeast onto the centre of the market.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You pursue Mr Spaxey de Facto.
The skeleton warrior groans in agony.
Queued command: hd

Dark Rizard moves east onto the eastern side of the market.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 246 (373) Xp: 19269
Dark Rizard moves east and leaves the marketplace.
You are already holding a thief’s dagger, you instead try to hold a thief’s dagger.
As you grasp the handle of the second dagger, a tingle travels up your arms from your hands.
You put down a transparent orange perfume bottle from your right hand.
You hold a thief’s dagger in your right hand.
[Niril leaves Discworld]
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 249 (373) Xp: 19272
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but it easily parries the blow with its long sword.
The skeleton warrior groans in agony.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 252 (373) Xp: 19275
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 255 (373) Xp: 19278
You nick Mr Spaxey de Facto’s stomach with one of your thief’s daggers.
[Hazeer leaves Discworld]
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but its magical shielding absorbs most of the blow.
The skeleton warrior groans in agony.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 257 (373) Xp: 19281
You nick Mr Spaxey de Facto’s stomach with one of your thief’s daggers.
Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
You messily stab Mr Spaxey de Facto in the left arm with one of your thief’s daggers.
[Chaste leaves Discworld]
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but it easily dodges out of the way.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 258 (373) Xp: 19284
You thrust at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
There is a sudden white flash around the skeleton warrior.
You nick Mr Spaxey de Facto’s right arm with one of your thief’s daggers.
st x
[Nancy enters Discworld]
Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at you with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you but its magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 259 (373) Xp: 19287
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he deftly dodges out of the way.
You prepare to stab Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers.

Mr Spaxey de Facto snicks the skeleton warrior’s neck with one of his Spaggers but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
kof x
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 226 (373) Xp: 19815
You attempt to launch a powerful attack. You thrust at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
You prepare to cast Kamikaze Oryctolagus Flammula on Mr Spaxey de Facto.

You wiggle your eyebrows around a bit.
Mr Spaxey de Facto scratches the skeleton warrior’s neck with one of his Spaggers but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 178 (373) Xp: 20007
You think about a nice, big, orange, burning carrot.
You point at Mr Spaxey de Facto.
Mr Spaxey de Facto snicks the skeleton warrior’s neck with one of his Spaggers but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 181 (373) Xp: 20010
You ceremonially set fire to the carrot with the torch.
Mr Spaxey de Facto perforates the skeleton warrior’s neck with one of his Spaggers.
The carrot floats up and hovers above Mr Spaxey de Facto.
Your large metal shield is too late to block Mr Spaxey de Facto’s attack.
Mr Spaxey de Facto launches a powerful attack. Mr Spaxey de Facto pierces your neck with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 184 (373) Xp: 20013
Mr Spaxey de Facto messily stabs the skeleton warrior in the neck with one of his Spaggers.
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves east.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the west.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior, Mr Spaxey de Facto and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch is on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
You pursue Mr Spaxey de Facto east.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but it easily parries the blow with its long sword.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 155 (373) Xp: 20016
Twelve fire bunnies leap out of the ground and throw themselves at Mr Spaxey de Facto.
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
Mr Spaxey de Facto scratches the skeleton warrior’s neck with one of his Spaggers but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 157 (373) Xp: 20019
You thrust at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves northeast.
Mr Spaxey de Facto manages to elude you.
ne
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves west onto the northern side of the market.
Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves into the marketplace from the west.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the southwest.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior 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.
w

Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves south and leaves the marketplace.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the east.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mr Spaxey de Facto are standing here.
The corpse of a grubby tramp is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.

Your large metal shield is too late to block Mr Spaxey de Facto’s attack.
Mr Spaxey de Facto snicks your neck with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 165 (373) Xp: 20031
You thrust at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he easily dodges out of the way.
[ x
Try something else.

Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves south.
s
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves southeast onto the southeastern corner of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the north.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter's night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch is on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
p x

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves west onto the southern side of the market.

Cannot find "spaxey", no match.
s

[Myaid enters Discworld]
Queued command: s

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves northwest onto the western side of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the north.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
nw
A skeleton warrior arrives from the southeast.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mr Spaxey de Facto are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.

Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you but its chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 182 (373) Xp: 20049
You messily stab Mr Spaxey de Facto in the left arm with one of your thief’s daggers.
p x
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves north.

Cannot find “spaxey”, no match.
n

Queued command: n

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves east onto the northern side of the market.
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves east onto the northeastern corner of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the south.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are five obvious exits: north, south, east, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A bastard sword is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
e
A skeleton warrior arrives from the west.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
The corpse of a grubby tramp is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
e

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves south onto the eastern side of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the west.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior 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.

[Yush leaves Discworld]
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves south onto the southeastern corner of the market.
s
A skeleton warrior arrives from the north.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
sw

[Virt enters Discworld]
A skeleton warrior arrives from the northeast.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
p x

Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the east.
Four fire bunnies leap out of the ground and throw themselves at Mr Spaxey de Facto.
You pursue Mr Spaxey de Facto.

Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves into the marketplace from the south.
Mr Spaxey de Facto messily stabs the skeleton warrior in the neck with one of his Spaggers.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 199 (373) Xp: 20067
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he easily dodges out of the way.
The pleasant scent of oranges surrounds Mr Spaxey de Facto.
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves west.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the east.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior, Mr Spaxey de Facto and Crafty Creslin De’Klepto are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
You pursue Mr Spaxey de Facto west.
You nick Mr Spaxey de Facto’s stomach with one of your thief’s daggers.
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves north.
Mr Spaxey de Facto manages to elude you.
n
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves east onto the centre of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the south.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
e

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves northeast onto the northeastern corner of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the west.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
A skeleton warrior and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch is on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.

A farmer hauls a pig through the crowd.
ne
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves south onto the eastern side of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the southwest.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior 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.
s

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves south onto the southeastern corner of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the north.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
sw

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves west onto the southern side of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the northeast.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mr Spaxey de Facto are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
p x

Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves northeast onto the centre of the market.
Master Hirroshi the Tyger moves into the marketplace from the east.
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves west.

Cannot find “spaxey”, no match.

Master Hirroshi the Tyger moves west onto the centre of the market.
nw
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves north onto the western side of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the southeast.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior and Mr Spaxey de Facto are standing here.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
p x

Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves northeast.
Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves northeast onto the northeastern corner of the market.

Cannot find “spaxey”, no match.
ne

Mr Spaxey de Facto moves south onto the centre of the market.
A carriage draws to a halt at the carriage stop.
Queued command: ne

Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves north and leaves the marketplace.
Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the east.
[Andrew leaves Discworld]
A skeleton warrior arrives from the southwest.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
A skeleton warrior is standing here.
The corpse of a grubby tramp is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
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Master Hirroshi the Tyger moves west onto the western side of the market.
A skeleton warrior arrives from the north.
A skeleton warrior precedes you.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
A skeleton warrior and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch is on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.

[Nny enters Discworld]
Master Hirroshi the Tyger moves west and leaves the marketplace.
p x

Cannot find “spaxey”, no match.

[Shadeguru leaves Discworld]
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves northeast onto the northern side of the market.
look around
Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the north.
Mr Spaxey de Facto, a skeleton warrior and Crusader are here.

[Kissaki leaves Discworld]
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 205 (373) Xp: 20109
p x
You pursue Mr Spaxey de Facto.

You thrust at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but it easily dodges out of the way.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 207 (373) Xp: 20112
You stab Mr Spaxey de Facto deeply in the right arm with one of your thief’s daggers.
The pleasant scent of oranges surrounds Mr Spaxey de Facto.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you but its skin absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 209 (373) Xp: 20115
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
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The pleasant scent of oranges surrounds Mr Spaxey de Facto.
Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at the skeleton warrior with one of his Spaggers but it easily dodges out of the way.
You prepare to stab Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers.

Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you but its skin absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 176 (373) Xp: 20274
Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at you with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you but its skin absorbs all of the blow.
Mr Spaxey de Facto stabs the skeleton warrior deeply in the neck with one of his Spaggers.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 179 (373) Xp: 20277
You thrust at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he deftly dodges out of the way.
kof x
Mr Spaxey de Facto messily stabs the skeleton warrior in the neck with one of his Spaggers.
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
You get one cured carrot from the black backpack.
You prepare to cast Kamikaze Oryctolagus Flammula on Mr Spaxey de Facto.

Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you but its skin absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 130 (373) Xp: 20504
You wiggle your eyebrows around a bit.
You think about a nice, big, orange, burning carrot.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but at the last second the skeleton warrior leaps in and protects you but its skin absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 133 (373) Xp: 20507
You point at Mr Spaxey de Facto.
In blocking the attack the large metal shield floating around you is knocked out of orbit.
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves northeast.
Mr Spaxey de Facto manages to elude you.
The skeleton warrior swings aimlessly.
You seem to have lost your target!
You hastily release the spell.
Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the northeast.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but you easily dodge out of the way.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 137 (373) Xp: 20513
eff
You prepare to cast Endorphin’s Floating Friend on the large metal shield.

Mr Spaxey de Facto gets a large metal shield from the centre of the market.
Mr Spaxey de Facto launches a powerful attack. Mr Spaxey de Facto pierces the skeleton warrior’s neck with one of his Spaggers.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 110 (373) Xp: 20966
You seem to have lost your target!
You hastily release the spell.
Mr Spaxey de Facto scratches the skeleton warrior’s neck with one of his Spaggers but its chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 113 (373) Xp: 20969
Mr Spaxey de Facto dealt the death blow to the skeleton warrior.
The skeleton warrior dissolves into dust. Everything he carried drops to the ground.
You lose your mental control over the skeleton.
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.
Honest Egwene moves into the marketplace from the west.
Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at you with one of his Spaggers but your magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but you easily parry the blow with your thief’s dagger.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 86 (373) Xp: 20972
Honest Egwene arrives from the west.
As your shield absorbs the impact, it becomes visible as a dull red glow.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but your magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Mr Spaxey de Facto pursues you.
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As your shield absorbs the impact, its glow changes from a dull red to a bright red.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but your magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 89 (373) Xp: 20975
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the east.
Mr Spaxey de Facto pursues you.
se

You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he easily dodges out of the way.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the northwest.
Mr Spaxey de Facto pursues you.
ne

Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 91 (373) Xp: 20978
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the southwest.
Mr Spaxey de Facto pursues you.

You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
nw
As your shield absorbs the impact, its glow changes from a bright red to a flickering yellow.
Mr Spaxey de Facto launches a powerful attack. Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at you with one of his Spaggers but your magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 93 (373) Xp: 20981
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
The corpse of a grubby tramp is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
sw

Queued command: sw
pfg

Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the southeast.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense 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: pfg

You get a human right eye from the black backpack.
You prepare to cast Pragi’s Fiery Gaze.
Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves into the marketplace from the north.
Morphic the Dreamy hugs you.
You lazily close your hand around the eye.
You poke your tongue out at the world.
Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves south onto the eastern side of the market.
You struggle to hold your hand closed as red sparks shoot out from between your fingers.
Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the northeast.
You let go of the eye. It hovers above your hand.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but your magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2689 (2689) Gp: 58 (373) Xp: 21746
The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above your hand.
[Goose enters Discworld]
Crafty Creslin De’Klepto moves east and leaves the marketplace.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but your magical shielding absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2513 (2513) Gp: 61 (373) Xp: 21749
You move your hand and the ball of fire zooms out into the immediate vicinity and sweeps over everything.
The fire incinerates Mr Spaxey de Facto.
The fire dies away.
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves east.
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Mr Spaxey de Facto moves northeast onto the northeastern corner of the market.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are nine obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest and enter ramtops carriage.
Honest Egwene and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch, a pair of fawn cotton trousers, a splintmail and two long swords are on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here, the Ramtops Carriage is waiting here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
ne

[Araviel enters Discworld]
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are six obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest and enter stall.
Mr Spaxey de Facto 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 x

There is a sudden white flash. Your magical shield has broken.
You pursue Mr Spaxey de Facto.

Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but you easily parry the blow with your thief’s dagger.
Hp: 2513 (2513) Gp: 73 (373) Xp: 21761
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but your chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but you easily dodge out of the way.
Hp: 2492 (2513) Gp: 76 (373) Xp: 21764
Mr Spaxey de Facto pursues you.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but you easily parry the blow with your thief’s dagger.
ha
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but you dodge out of the way.
Hp: 2496 (2513) Gp: 49 (373) Xp: 21767
You are in good shape.
Mr Spaxey de Facto is slightly hurt.

Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at you with one of his Spaggers but your klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 2491 (2513) Gp: 52 (373) Xp: 21770
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but you easily parry the blow with your thief’s dagger.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but you dodge out of the way.
Hp: 2495 (2513) Gp: 55 (373) Xp: 21773
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but you easily parry the blow with your thief’s dagger.
You nick Mr Spaxey de Facto’s right arm with one of your thief’s daggers.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but your klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 2495 (2513) Gp: 57 (373) Xp: 21776
You thrust at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he deftly dodges out of the way.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but your chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves south.
Mr Spaxey de Facto manages to elude you.
[Goose leaves Discworld]
[Juppie enters Discworld]
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves west onto the centre of the market.
[Iruburu enters Discworld]
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Arcane protection status:
* Your skin has been hardened to a rock-like form.
sw

Queued command: sw

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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast, southwest and northwest.
Mr Spaxey de Facto, Honest Egwene and Crusader are standing here.
A lightable torch, a pair of fawn cotton trousers, a splintmail and two long swords are on the ground, a wooden pole with a green note attached to it is here and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
p x
Mr Spaxey de Facto leaves northeast.
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves south onto the eastern side of the market.

Cannot find “spaxey”, no match.
ne

Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the east.
Queued command: ne

Mr Spaxey de Facto messily stabs you in the neck with one of his Spaggers but your klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 2362 (2513) Gp: 69 (373) Xp: 21791
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense 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.
(Wizards) Ragnel wisps: Everyone! Please, join me in welcoming Aemi to the Wizards’ Guild.
p x
Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the southwest.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but your klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 2352 (2513) Gp: 75 (373) Xp: 21797
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he easily dodges out of the way.
Mr Spaxey de Facto pursues you.
You pursue Mr Spaxey de Facto.

Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at you with one of his Spaggers but your klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs all of the blow.
You thrust at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
Hp: 2356 (2513) Gp: 76 (373) Xp: 21800
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but your chalky skin absorbs all of the blow.
Hp: 2360 (2513) Gp: 78 (373) Xp: 21803
You nick Mr Spaxey de Facto’s left foot with one of your thief’s daggers.
Mr Spaxey de Facto messily stabs you in the neck with one of his Spaggers but your klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 2240 (2513) Gp: 80 (373) Xp: 21806
You messily stab Mr Spaxey de Facto in the right arm with one of your thief’s daggers.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but your chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 2226 (2513) Gp: 82 (373) Xp: 21809
You nick Mr Spaxey de Facto’s right arm with one of your thief’s daggers.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but you easily dodge out of the way.
Mr Spaxey de Facto slashes at you with one of his Spaggers but you easily parry the blow with your thief’s dagger.
Hp: 2230 (2513) Gp: 84 (373) Xp: 21812
You messily stab Mr Spaxey de Facto in the chest with one of your thief’s daggers.
ha
Mr Spaxey de Facto is slightly hurt.
You are slightly hurt.

Mr Spaxey de Facto stabs you deeply in the neck with one of his Spaggers but your klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
Hp: 2089 (2513) Gp: 86 (373) Xp: 21815
Mr Spaxey de Facto stabs you deeply in the neck with one of his Spaggers but your klatchian steel chain mail coif absorbs some of the blow.
Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at you with one of his Spaggers but you easily parry the blow with your thief’s dagger.
Hp: 1930 (2513) Gp: 59 (373) Xp: 21818
Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at you with one of his Spaggers but you easily dodge out of the way.
Hp: 1934 (2513) Gp: 62 (373) Xp: 21821
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
Mr Spaxey de Facto launches a powerful attack. Mr Spaxey de Facto stabs you deeply in the left foot with one of his Spaggers but your chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
Hp: 1757 (2513) Gp: 63 (373) Xp: 21824
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Hp: 1761 (2513) Gp: 66 (373) Xp: 21827
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he deftly dodges out of the way.
The pleasant scent of oranges surrounds Mr Spaxey de Facto.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, southeast and enter stall.
The corpse of a grubby tramp is on the ground and a lit torch is hanging from a stall.
Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the east.
Mr Spaxey de Facto pursues you.

Mr Spaxey de Facto thrusts at you with one of his Spaggers but your chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
You slash at Mr Spaxey de Facto with one of your thief’s daggers but he dodges out of the way.
Hp: 1748 (2513) Gp: 67 (373) Xp: 21830
sw
The pleasant scent of oranges surrounds Mr Spaxey de Facto.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, southeast and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
se

Queued command: se

Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the northeast.
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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense 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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It is night and the waning gibbous 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 damn cold backspindlewinter’s night with a strong breeze and dense cloud cover.
There are seven obvious exits: north, south, east, west, southwest, northwest and enter stall.
A lit torch is hanging from a stall.
pfg

You get a human left eye from the black backpack.
You prepare to cast Pragi’s Fiery Gaze.

You lazily close your hand around the eye.
Mr Spaxey de Facto moves southeast onto the southern side of the market.
[Yush enters Discworld]
You poke your tongue out at the world.
You struggle to hold your hand closed as red sparks shoot out from between your fingers.
Mr Spaxey de Facto arrives from the southwest.
You let go of the eye. It hovers above your hand.
Mr Spaxey de Facto scratches your left leg with one of his Spaggers but your chalky skin absorbs most of the blow.
Hp: 1723 (2513) Gp: 32 (373) Xp: 22062
The eye ignites and a small ball of fire forms above your hand.
Mr Spaxey de Facto pursues you.
Hp: 1727 (2513) Gp: 35 (373) Xp: 22065
You move your hand and the ball of fire zooms out into the immediate vicinity and sweeps over everything.
The fire melts Mr Spaxey de Facto.
The fire dies away.
You killed Mr Spaxey de Facto.
The ghost of Spaxey de Facto leaves west.
woo
The ghost of Spaxey de Facto moves north onto the northern side of the market.
Queued command: woo

A carriage draws to a halt at the carriage stop.
The ghost of Spaxey de Facto moves west onto the northwestern corner of the market.
You woo.
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You sip a few ounces of blue water from the medium sized turquoise bottle.

The ghost of Spaxey de Facto moves southeast onto the centre of the market.
You feel ever so slightly better.