on a jetty. In the blue glowing river, you see the purple outline of your bag, but are unable to penetrate the surface in your spirit form. #
standing bewildered on the jetty where the ferryman dropped you. The wind, rain, and swelling rapids expedited his exit and hampered his weak aim as he cast your heavy bag to the dock. Now the icy water has swallowed all your possessions and left you with nothing but the clothes on your back--rags that you wore only to disguise your wealth. # # After pausing to muse over the old saying about dressing for the job you wanted, you decide if you ever meet up with the ferryman one day, you will repay his service and give him a dressing down to the edge of his life. Until then, you solace yourself under the warming thought that after long decades of boredom, finally, a new adventure awaits. # # Through the rain, you see the only safe exit lies upwards to the east where a rope handrail will guide you to the crest of a slippery hill. 
still standing on the jetty. The rain has stopped and the wind has died down a little, but you are still uncomfortably cold and wonder why you are torturing yourself like this. You see the sky above the slippery hill gradually brighten. #
still cold, still standing on the jetty. You see the sky in the east turn a bright orange and lament that you would have been resting in a warm bed by now if you hadn't decided to be the weather's fool. #
still cold, still standing on the jetty. The sun rises in the east and you're missing it. You wonder how warmer you would have been in the village. #
pacing up and down the jetty in the crisp early morning. #
on the jetty like a crazy person. You have seen a few merchant boats go by and received uncomfortable stares from all of them. #
sitting on the dock watching the boats go about their business up and down the river. The sun has arced around and you warm your still-damp clothes in the mild afternoon breeze. #
referred to as the jetty idiot by the passersby. You seem to have made this place your home for some strange reason. You watch the sun set, feeling good about yourself. #
contemplating the meaning of time on a jetty as the last rays of the sun slowly fade into black. #
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you are at the crest of a hill. Behind you, the glowing blue river winds gently around the terrain. #
now standing at crest of a muddy hill. Behind you, the path steeply slopes to your certain death in the cold rapids. Eastward you see the lights of a small village in the distance. There are slippery stairs cut into the dirt, but with no handrail to steady yourself, you understand that there will be no way back until the summer when the land dries out. #
still at the top of a muddy hill. The rain has stopped at least and the wind has died down a little. You still grapple with the rope handrails a while longer as if riding the hill out of the storm. #
at the crest the hill. The sky has cleared and you ponder the muted dots of stars as the clouds drift eastward and grow brighter. #
watching the sunrise at the crest. The sky in the east becomes a pleasant shade of orange peppered with dark clouds with pink highlights. You feel the warm rays penetrate your skin and whisper messages of hope to your inner adventurer. The whole day is ahead. #
at the crest waiting to get on with your adventure. You guess you are not a morning person. #
at the crest. The warm afternoon has dried your rags, but you wonder how half the day disappeared so quickly. #
at the crest. The sun now behind you casts long shadows down the eastern side of the hill, begging you to move and fulfill your destiny. #
wasting time on the crest. The sun is now setting on another day and you have accomplished nothing. Perhaps the life of an adventurer is not for you. #
a fool on the hill. The light is fading and you have got another cold night fastly approaching without shelter and warmth. All you have is a weird sense of accomplishment for breaking the rules by wasting your time. #
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at the base of the muddy hill. There is a purple glow coming from the sky in the east. #
at the rocky base of the hill. The land is more welcoming and firm here. The full moon glisters on the overgrown cobble stones scattered over the wet ground, illuminating the area enough to make out faded desire paths. #
at the base of a the hill. The rain has finally quit and the wind slowed a little. #
at the base of the hill. The sky begins to brighten to the east. #
at the base of the hill. The sun is rising. You can't see it from here, but you can tell from the sky it is a deep red and you yearn to find a place to view it from. #
at the base of the hill in the morning. The sun is high enough to see now, but it has turned to yellow and you feel a moderate regret. #
at the hill base in the afternoon. The land is starting to dry out. #
at the base of the hill in the evening. #
at the base of the hill at sunset. #
at the base of the hill at dusk. #
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at the gates of a cemetery. An eerie purple glowing mist is lapping through the iron bars of the fence and gate. #
standing inside the old rusty gates of a cemetery, which from a distance you presumed was the village where you were counting on finding rest and warmth from the harsh night.  Your countenance drops,  yet there is nothing to do but push onwards. #
at the gates of a cemetery in the early hours of the morning. You might have been a little spooked if you weren't so tired and uncomfortable. #
at the cemetery at dawn. Now the light is great enough to see the mists curling around the graves as if it were alive. Crows awaken and caw at the new light. #
at the gates of the cemetery. You see the sun reflected on the uppermost broken stone of the tower. The crows take to the sky and go to work elsewhere for the day. #
at the cemetery in the late morning. You begin to feel easy, yet a sense of urgency prevails. #
at the cemetery in the afternoon. You are quit being nervous about the supernatural and are now calmed by the tranquility of this place. #
at the cemetery in the evening. The crows are returning to wait for the sunset. #
at the cemetery at sunset. The crows have gathered on the gravestones to call for the night. #
at the cemetery at dusk. The crows fly around the church as mist builds around the ground. #
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standing in front of an old church. Purple mist is weaving through the stones. #
standing before the open, welcoming doors of an old stone church. It is a little run down, but it is likely much warmer inside than out here in the weather. #
at the open doorway of an old church in the early morning. Bats are returning from their outing. #  
at the open doorway of an old church at dawn. The crows have awakened at first light and are now cawing for the day. #
at the doorway of an old church at sunrise. The crows take off to go find amusement elsewhere. #
at the doorway of an old church in the late morning. The mist has completely dissipated now. #
outside an old church in the afternoon. The sun has warmed the stones and you feel at peace here. Distant birds are chirping in trees and hedges. # 
outside an old church in the evening. You feel calmed by the tranquility. The crows are returning to caw away at your peace. #
outside an old church at sunset. The crows are swarming around the orange sky and making an awful racket. #
outside the door of an old church at dusk. The noise is beginning to die down as the crows find a place to turn in for the night. #
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in a rundown church. You notice the stones of the church are dull and grey, yet the large stone foundations have a shimmering green glow. #
in a dilapidated church. You had hoped to gain shelter here, yet the roof has clearly been collapsed for years. Under the weight of this terrible weather, no doubt. #
in a rundown church in the early morning. The rain has stopped, yet the water collected in pockets above continues to drip. You figure it might actually be drier outside now. #
in the ruins of an old church at dawn. The sky is lighting up to a pretty shade of pink. The dripping water has finally ceased, yet the annoying sound has been replaced by cawing crows. #
inside an old church at sunrise. The crows are giving it all they've got, flying around and cawing. Some even drop excrement at the intruder within their domain. #
in the church ruins in the late morning. The crows have cleared off and the incessant cawing has be replaced by more chipper tweeting of smaller birds in the distant bushes. #
inside the church in the afternoon. The sun falls through the open roof and is drying out the rotten wrecks of the pews. #
inside the ruins of a church in the evening. The crows return to caw and poo on you. #
inside the church at sunset. You thought this would be a peaceful place, yet you are unwelcome here and the restless native crows are making a lot of noise until you get the hint. # 
Inside the church at dusk. As the light slowly fades, so does the noise as the crows get some rest for a full day of noise tomorrow. # 
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in a rundown church. There are weird glowing symbols on the bigger stones. #
at the priest end of the church. It feels no more holy than the doorway or the customer side of the business, but you admit to yourself it does feel a little warmer. The foundation stones here seem to have symbols that have been chiseled away and painted over. #
at the priest end of the church in the early morning. Above you, the remains of a tower forms a frame to the night sky. #
under an open tower to the night sky at dawn. As the darkness fades, so does the silence. Crows awaken from their rest to caw at the sky. #
in a rundown church at sunrise. The semi clouded sky within the frame of the tower becomes a beautiful swirl of pink and peach. The crows fly away and their song is replaced by the chirping of smaller birds. #
in a church in the late morning. The wet moss on the rocks seems to catch the light in a particular way that makes it seem like it's glowing. #
at the priest end of the church in the afternoon. While the shadows slowly turn around, you notice the larger stones of the foundations are oriented to east and west, while the smaller stones of the walls and tower are askew. #
at the priest end of the church in the evening. The crows have returned from their outing and are gathering to wait for the sunset. #
in a rundown church at sunset. The frame of the tower is blurred by the crows arriving and rearranging their seating areas. #
at the priest end of the church at dusk. The crows are settling down to sleep. The light catches fuzzy shapes in the larger foundations that have been chiseled away. You wonder what they could have been. #
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at the altar. The altar seems to be glowing from underneath. #
at the mossy altar to an abandoned god. There is not much hope that anything of value or function would still remain here, but at least the large rock altar provides a little shelter from the icy wind. #
at a mossy altar. The wind has subsided; the rain clouds moved on, yet a drip persists from above where water has pooled. #
at a mossy altar at dawn. The crows get to work early spreading their evangelism across the rooftop. #
at a mossy altar at sunrise. The crows outside are getting feisty. #
at a mossy altar in the late morning. The crows have taken off somewhere to ruin someone else's peace. #
at a mossy altar in the afternoon. The sun finds cracks in the stone to lance beams of bright dust in the church. #
at a mossy altar in the evening. The crows are returning. #
at a mossy altar at sunset. The crows are cawing their bedtime. # 
at a mossy altar at dusk. The crows are settling down to sleep. #
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on the branch of the large oak. You can almost see the whole west of the world from here, but instead of mists, there is an incandescent haze of purple. #
crawling along the swaying branch of the large oak. You aim to hold on tight but the bark peals, leaving the smooth slippery wood exposed and hard to get a grip on. #
clinging to a branch in the early morning. In the distance you see a pale lighthouse struggling to work through the fog by the sea. #
on a branch at dawn. You stuggle to see the new light from the east through the tree branches, but you are unable to go back the way you came. #
on an western branch. You are missing the sunrise, obstructed by the leaves and branches. You can't make much out to the west, even though your view is wide open. #
on a branch in the late morning. The peak of a lighthouse is briefly visible above the layer of fog, but is soon smothered again. #
on a branch in the afternoon. You look west, but can't tell through the mists where the land ends and the sea begins. #
on a branch in the evening. The sun defines the landscape a little clearer as it travels west, dragging cloud over behind itself. #
on a branch at sunset. You finally make out the horizon as  the sun slips into it. The grey clouds smear red highlights across the sky. #
on a branch at dusk. The western sky is magnificent. For a moment the breeze stalls and you hear distant crows, before it turns and picks up again, shaking you from the opposite direction. #
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up a tree. You see the whole east of the world from here, yet it is still hazy with a strange glow. #
You are at the top of the large oak. There isn't much to do up here but it would be a good lookout spot if it wasn't dark or foggy right now. Climbing up was easy, but you need to find a different way down. #
up a tree in the early morning. The fog is fading away, yet you can only make out as far as the nearest mountains. #
up a tree at dawn. The area is still hazy, but as the sky begins to lighten, you see the definite outline of distant mountains. #
up a tree at sunrise. The sun rises directly between the topper-most peaks and you feel blessed to be able to witness it. #
up a tree in the late morning. The mountains have faded once more into the mist, but you can see smoke rising from a village in the valley. #
up a tree in the afternoon. As the breeze gently rattles the leaves, you pick up a smell of roasted meats from the village and your stomach rumbles. #
up on the eastern side of a tree in the evening. The mist is rolling over the peaks of the hills and you suppose you should get to the safety of the village before visibility is lost. #
up on the eastern side of the tree. You struggle to see the sunset through the tree branches and leaves shading the western view. #
up on the eastern side of the tree. You struggle to see the colourful last light through the tree branches and leaves shading the western view. #
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west of the cemetery. You notice the large stones in the ground seem to be glowing. #
outside the wrought iron railings of a cemetery. The path continues south through a dark tunnel cut through solid rock by the ancients. #
west of the cemetery in the early morning. The path south slopes down through a long, dark tunnel. # 
west of the cemetery at dawn. The crows awaken to start their song. # 
west of the cemetery at sunrise. The crows take to the air and flock around the graveyard, wafting the mists. #
west of the cemetery in the late morning. The crows leave for the day to commute to their jobs elsewhere in the land. You welcome the peace. #
west of the cemetery in the afternoon. The mists around the stones and structures of the cemetery dissipate. #
west of the cemetery gates in the evening. The crows return to their homes to await the sunset. #
outside the cemetery at sunset. The crows song becomes louder, begging their bedtime prayers be heard above their peers. #
outside the cemetery at dusk. The clouds above begin to darken, but are coloured by beautiful shades of pink and orange. #
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in a hole. It looks like it was abandoned at a foot's digging depth due to large rocks under the earth. #
in a dark hole, slimy and foisty smelling. There is brown liquid pooled at the bottom that seems to be draining away as fast as it pours in over the sides. #
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in a spooky graveyard. Some of the grave stones seem to be broken and carved from older, larger stones and they are glowing. #
You are in a spooky graveyard. Outside the gates, the moon was shining, but now it is overcast with dark clouds. Fog curls around the mossy stones and leafless trees. #
in a spooky graveyard in the early morning
in a spooky graveyard at dawn
in a spooky graveyard at sunrise
in a spooky graveyard in the late morning
in a spooky graveyard in the afternoon
in a spooky graveyard in the evening
in a spooky graveyard at sunset
in a spooky graveyard at dusk
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at a broken wall separating the path from the ravine. The river at the bottom shimmers in all kinds of colours. #
at the broken stone wall separating the path from the river at the bottom of the embankment. #
at the broken stone wall in the early morning
at the broken stone wall at dawn
at the broken stone wall at sunrise
at the broken stone wall in the late morning
at the broken stone wall in the afternoon
at the broken stone wall in the evening
at the broken stone wall at sunset
at the broken stone wall at dusk
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on a long path that stretches to the mountains in the east
on the long east past to the village in the dark of night
on the long east path in the early morning
on the long east path at dawn
on the long east path at sunrise. 
on the long east path in the late morning
on the long east path in the afternoon
on the long east path in the evening
on long east path at sunset. The shadows grow longer behind you.
on the long east path at dusk. The light is fading.
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by the ruins of a once tall tower. The missing stones of the tower are still visible as ghostly transparent blue
on the long east path in the dark of night. There are ruins of a windmill at the side of the road
on the long east path in the early morning
on the long east path at dawn
on the long east path at sunrise
on the long east path in the late morning
on the long east path in the afternoon
on the long east path in the evening
on the long east path at sunset
on the long east path at dusk
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nearing the end of the long east path. Ahead you see a glowing blue bridge
nearing the end of the long east path in the dark of night
nearing the end of the long east path in the early morning
nearing the end of the long east path at dawn
nearing the end of the long east path at sunrise
nearing the end of the long east path in the late morning
nearing the end of the long east path in the afternoon
nearing the end of the long east path in the evening
nearing the end of the long east path at sunset
nearing the end of the long east path at dusk
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location 18 at the end of a mountain path. The darker rocks are smashed below, yet there is a glowing path that stretches across the gap. #
At the broken edge of the mountain path. The path continues eastward, but you cannot. A giant boulder has fallen from above and smashed the ground to smithereens. You will have to descend the cliff edge here and hope to be able to climb back up further along. #
early morning end of east path
dawn end of east path
sunrise end of east path
late morning end of east path
afternoon end of east path
evening end of east path
sunset end of east path
dusk end of east path
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location 19 in a long tunnel cut through solid rock. At the heart of the tunnel there is a hidden structure made from massive stones. You wonder how any amount of men could place these massive stones and assume by their glow there was some magic involved. #
loc 19 in a long, dark tunnel. You only make it a few paces in before it's too dark to make out anything. #
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location 20 in a large stone room. The stones have glowing symbols that you feel a strange connection to. #
inside a dark stone room. The stones here are far larger than the ones above ground. You get the feeling this place is much older than the structures above. #
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in a stone room, at the base of the steps. The shiny surface of the enormous rocks are glowing blue and give merge with a pulsing green light to resonate a pleasing teal
at the base of the steps inside the dark mausoleum. A flickering green glow spreads from the west. #
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on the north fork in the path
on the north fork of the path in the dead of night #
on the north fork of the path in the early morning. #
on the north fork of the path at dawn. #
on the north fork of the path at sunrise #
on the north fork of the path in the late morning #
on the north fork of the path in the afternoon #
on the north fork of the path in the cool of the evening #
on the north fork of the path at sunset #
on the north fork of the path at dusk #
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inside the secret crypt. The large glowing stones seem like they are trying to tell me something. #
in a secret crypt under the old church.
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on the steps of a secret crypt. The larger glowing stones suggest this crypt was here a long time before the church was built. #
at the bottom of the mossy stone steps in a secret crypt. Ahead of you, the squeaking and scratching of rats in the darkness. From the looks of the mess of broken pot shards, this place has already been looted several times. #
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at the bottom of the secret crypt steps. The crows seem agitated about something above. #
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at the bottom of the secret crypt steps. The crows seem agitated about something above. #
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in a pile of soft blue and purple leaves
in a huge pile of leaves. It's lucky there was a soft landing here.
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at the base of a mighty oak. A glow persists around the area, yet under this tree is darker and grey. #
at the base of a mighty oak. There are planks nailed around the tree, spiralling almost to the top. A small hop from the highest step will get you to the upper branches, but there will be no way to hop back. #
at the base of a mighty oak in the early morning
at the base of a mighty oak at dawn
at the base of a mighty oak at sunrise
at the base of a mighty oak in the late morning
at the base of a mighty oak in the afternoon
at the base of a mighty oak in the evening
at the base of a mighty oak at sunset
at the base of a mighty oak at dusk
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in a clearing bordered to the east and south by a briar patch
in a clearing south of the tunnel. The path north to the tunnel slopes down into darkness. #
in a clearing in the early morning. The path north slopes down through a long, dark tunnel. Night insects are still abuzz in the thorns, safe from your interference. #
in a clearing at dawn. A briar patch blocks the path to the east. Up a mound to the west, a large old oak tree stands. #
in a clearing at sunrise. The night mists leave dew on the briars to the east. The sound of insects dies down and birdsong rises.  #
in a clearing in the late morning. Birds dart in and out of the thorns, catching any insect that was bold enough to venture into sight. #
in a clearing in the afternoon. The birds now rest in the higher branches of the briars, sated with bellies full of insects. #
in a clearing in the evening. The clouds begin to gather again for the night. #
in a clearing at sunset. The clouds grow thicker and more beautiful in the sun's last hooray of the day. #
in a clearing at dusk. The clouds above darken, but are contrasted by beautiful hues of pink and orange. #
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on an old stone road with pretty columns and arches
maneuvering through a briar thicket
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in the middle of an old stone path. there are columns and arches surrounding you.
crawling through a briar thicket
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at the east end of an old stone path. The path turns north from here and the south is blocked by enormous trees stretching hundreds of feet into the sky
at a turn in the path. The south fork of the turn leads to massive gates and the sound of snoring from the ranch beyond them. #
by massive gates in the early hours and the sound of snoring comes from beyond them. #
standing at a fork in the path at dawn. The sound of oinking comes from beyong them. #
watching the sunrise by the gates of a ranch. The sound of pigs can be heard. #
by the gates of a ranch in the late morning. #
at a fork in the path in the afternoon. The wind wafts a terrible smell from beyond the gates on the south fork. #
at the gates of a ranch in the evening. #
at the gates of a ranch on the south fork at sunset. #
outside the gates of a ranch at dusk. You hear distant machinery rumbling, then see a glow of light from far beyond. #
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on the sacred glowing steps up the mountain. #
on the Sacred steps to a mountain monastery. #
on the Sacred steps to a mountain monastery in the early morning
on the Sacred steps to a mountain monastery in the dawn
on the Sacred steps to a mountain monastery at sunrise
on the Sacred steps to a mountain monastery in the late morning
on the Sacred steps to a mountain monastery in the afternoon
on the Sacred steps to a mountain monastery in the evening
on the Sacred steps to a mountain monastery at sunset
on the Sacred steps to a mountain monastery atdusk
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in a majestic ancient stone temple. #
at the headquarters of the mountain drop shipper. #
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in a cave
in a dark, dingy cave. The only light here trickles through a thin crack in the south wall. Moss thrives here on moisture in the damp air. #
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in a cave in the late morning. The sun has found a gap to shine a narrow beam into a puddle, but it is hardly enough to navigate by.
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You are beneath the path hewn into the mountain side.
At the foot of the cliff. Next to the smashed remnants of the boulder that raized the mountain path above. To the west, sits a dark cave. #
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at the foot of the cliff in the late morning. The sun finds a gap in the trees to momemtarily warm your face.
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You are standing before a plain of large flat paving stones that stretches for a mile ahead. Surrounding the plain are mountains and some structures carved into them.
You are finally at the end of the long path. To the south you see the tall wooden boundary wall of the village.
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standing on a plain of huge stones. The different colours of the rocks used seem to form a faint checkerboard pattern. 
in a dark alley behind the grotty buildings in the bad part of town.
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standing on a plain of huge stones.
in the foyer of the Dancing Donkee Inn.
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standing in the middle of a plain of huge stones. There is large square hole that decends into darkness
standing in the stinky, squelchy mud at the latrines
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on a huge plain of stone. There are steps carved into the mountain to the north
standing beside a huge rope net.
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standing on a beach of a slow, wide river.
at a slow edge of the river. The rocks here have foundered many boats during the storms.
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in a creepy cave with many large rock cannon balls
in a hidden pirate's cave. #
in a hidden pirate cave in the early hours. The moon is shining through a gap in the clouds and finds a sliver of a crack in the rock to cast a beam into the cave. #
in a hidden pirate's cave. The sky begins to brighten outside #
in a pirate's cave. The sunrise reflects an orange warmth inside #
in a pirate's cave in the late morning. You hear crows pass overhead on their way somewhere #
in a pirate's cave in the afternoon #
in a pirate's cave in the evening #
in a pirate's cave. The water outside the cave reflects a golden shimmer on the ceiling cave, that slowly burns evermore red #
in a pirate's cave. The light is fading #
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in a vast and ancient underground complex. This appears to be some kind of entranceway to another world #
in the sewer worker's break room
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standing before a vast plain of flat stone.
at the village gates
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standing in a vast plain of flat stone.
at the village square
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on a vast plain of giant flat stones
on Mane street
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on a vast plain of stone
on R street
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in Blargo's
in Blargo's
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beside a beautiful twisting river
at the wreck of a ferryboat 
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in a vast and ancient underground complex
in a dark and stinky sewer
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in a vast and ancient underground complex
in a stinky sewer
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in a vast and ancient underground complex
in a stinky sewer
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in a vast and ancient underground complex original Hawkstone
in a stinky sewer. A thin ray of light trickles down from far above. Hardly enough to make a difference.
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on a vast plain of stone
in the livery
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on a vast plain of stone
in Lyn and Gerry's Armoury and ladies underwear store
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in a vast and ancient underground complex
in a stinky sewer
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in a vast and ancient underground complex
in a stinky sewer
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in a vast and ancient underground complex
in a stinky sewer
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in a vast and ancient underground complex
in a stinky sewer. A thin ray of light shines in from far above. Hardly enough to see by and not enough to tell what time of day it is.
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in a vast and ancient underground complex
in a stinky sewer
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in a vast and ancient underground complex
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in a vast and ancient underground complex
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in vast and ancient underground complex
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in vast and ancient underground complex
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at limbo. You are surrounded by bright grey mist that shimmers green and purple. #
at limbo. You see faint speckles of coloured light upon the mist. #
at limbo. You see a warm orange glow illuminating a direction of the mist. #
at limbo. The mist turns bright red. #
at limbo. The mist turns yellow. #
at limbo. The mist is shining a bright white. #
at limbo. The mist is shining a bright white. #
at limbo. The mist is fading to grey. #
at limbo. The mist is turns dark except for a bright peach orange in one direction. #
at limbo. The mist shimmers with specks of tiny coloured points of light. #
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on a magic rug
on a beautifully intricate Persian rug. Around the perimeter is a whirlwind of dust and a shimmering light.
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Inside the vardo
inside the tinker's vardo. This is a shop. you can buy and sell items here.
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inside a beautiful jungle room carved into solid rock
inside the locker. It's a rocky enclosure with vines growing everywhere. There is some kind of magic at play here. The interior is far more spacious than out. That monkee was living in style.
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beside a beautiful blue river of light
swaying on the wreckage of the ferry
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location 69 banana basket
in a banana basket at night
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in a tree
In a secret witches den in the oak.
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beside a majestic forest of giant trees with pink leaves that gently undulate in unison, though you feel no breeze 
inside the gates of south pork ranch. The ground squelches under your feet as you move.
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in secret hole behind the bed
in a secret hole in the wall behind the bed
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in your room at the inn
in your room at the inn. 
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in the banquet hall of the inn
in the banquet hall for a prestigious private function
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location 75
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in the hall of the Mattress King
in the soot blackened hall of the of the Mattress King
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IN DEBTERS PRISON
IN DEBTERS PRISON
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