Map127_Boar_Clan.xml

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<zone name="Boar Clan" id="127">
  <node id="1" name="Hawstkaal Road, Dense Forest">
    <description>Clusters of hosta form a border at the edge of the thicker underbrush.  Their wide, deep green leaves are splotched with white, and in summer they send up tall shoots that bloom in decadent shades of purple and orange.  Occasionally, they rustle with movement, and a small grey coney or brown chipmunk emerges to see what visitors have come to its domain.</description>
    <position x="260" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" hidden="True" destination="2" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="3" />
  </node>
  <node id="2" name="Hawstkaal Road, Terminus">
    <description>A sense of quiet and peace dominates the area, though birdsongs filter in from all directions.  The narrow dirt road that began as a thriving thoroughfare far to the south meets a wall of foliage and dwindles off further into the woods as a faint trail.</description>
    <position x="140" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" hidden="True" destination="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow trail" destination="67" />
  </node>
  <node id="3" name="Hawstkaal Road, Dense Forest">
    <description>The road is very narrow and uneven here, the forest leaning in from the sides and the craggy earth pushing up from below.  Gnarled tree roots snake through the stone-clotted soil close to the surface.  In places, they have been worn flat from years of accumulated foot traffic.</description>
    <position x="260" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="1" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="4" />
  </node>
  <node id="4" name="Hawstkaal Road, Dense Forest">
    <description>Thrusting up from the thick underbrush flanking the road, tall fingers of timeworn stone loom like phantoms that watch life pass by with the cold and detached gaze of eternity.</description>
    <position x="280" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="5" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="3" />
  </node>
  <node id="5" name="Hawstkaal Road, Dense Forest">
    <description>Amid the lushness of the evergreen forest stands the skeletal frame of a dead bristlecone pine.  The pine's bare branches knock and scrape against each other with each breath of wind, sending down a shower of splintered wood.  The tree's dry, brittle bark clings to the trunk only in small ragged spots that are host to conferences of termites.</description>
    <position x="300" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="6" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="4" />
  </node>
  <node id="6" name="Hawstkaal Road, Dense Forest">
    <description>A break in the forest canopy reveals a broad patch of the daytime sky.  Below it, a swath of grass marred by a few wagon tracks sprawls out where the sunlight is able to spill down to the ground.  Along the edge of the roadway bordering the woods are wispy sprays of heather.</description>
    <description>A break in the forest canopy reveals an inky patch of the night sky.  Below it, a swath of grass sprawls out across the roadway, softening the sounds of footfalls and wagon wheels alike.  Along the edge of the roadway bordering the woods are wispy sprays of heather.</description>
    <position x="300" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="5" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="7" />
  </node>
  <node id="7" name="Hawstkaal Road, Dense Forest">
    <description>To one side of the road grows a copse of dogwood, its pebbly bark and meandering growing habit distinct from its evergreen neighbors.  In the springtime, the copse celebrates with vibrant pink and white flowers.</description>
    <position x="300" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="6" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="8" />
  </node>
  <node id="8" name="Hawstkaal Road, Dense Forest">
    <description>Tangles of vines twine through the understory and twist up tree trunks.  Eventually, they cloak so much of a tree's greenery that its arboreal host browns and dies from lack of sunlight.  The vines reach their leafy tendrils out across the roadway, seeking unwary travelers to trip.</description>
    <position x="300" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="7" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="9" />
  </node>
  <node id="9" name="Hawstkaal Road, Dense Forest">
    <description>The road bends around a massive basalt boulder clad in a monochrome palette of green lichen.  Vines climb from out of the crowd of shrubs surrounding the base of the rock, as though the ground were trying in vain to reclaim its former tenant.</description>
    <position x="320" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="10" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="8" />
  </node>
  <node id="10" name="Hawstkaal Road, Dense Forest" note="RTF16|RT-BC-VO" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Long pine boughs reach down from above to brush the pates of the road's taller travelers.  The wind plays in the branches and releases their clean, crisp scent.  Occasionally, the trees' movement will liberate sap-sugared pinecones that fall to the ground with a dense "thud."</description>
    <description>Long pine boughs reach down from above to brush the pates of the road's taller travelers.  The wind plays in the branches and releases their clean, crisp scent.  Occasionally, the trees' movement will liberate sap-sugared pinecones that fall to the ground with a dense thud.</description>
    <position x="340" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="11" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="9" />
  </node>
  <node id="11" name="Hawstkaal Road, Dense Forest">
    <description>The land dips down here in a small, damp valley where rainwater drains, and the dense woods keep it from evaporating too quickly.  Mosses of all varieties thrive in the moisture, with thick blankets of it cloaking rocks and tree trunks.  Patches of it spot the roadway, especially at the edges, making the ground slippery even for the sure-footed.</description>
    <position x="340" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="10" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="12" />
  </node>
  <node id="12" name="Hawstkaal Road, Dense Forest" note="RTF15|RT-BC-HNG" color="#C2B280">
    <description>The evergreens flanking the thoroughfare are tall and straight with high crowns of thickly needled branches.  Tight clusters of shiny-leaved azalea dot the understory amid sprawling groups of feathery fern.</description>
    <position x="340" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="11" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="13" />
  </node>
  <node id="13" name="Hawstkaal Road, Dense Forest">
    <description>The road is lonesome here, with few birds or other feral visitors.  Diminutive blue flowers sprawl along the roadside and provide cheerful company in the warmer months, but in the winter there is only the stark white pall of snow playing counterpoint to the deep shadows of the woods.</description>
    <position x="320" y="420" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="12" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="14" />
  </node>
  <node id="14" name="Hawstkaal Road, Boar Clan Bridge">
    <description>Meeting the road at a right angle, a moss-clad stone bridge leads over a shallow chasm through which a thin creek flows.  The road narrows substantially as it continues to the northeast, becoming little more than a path and showing far fewer signs of passage than the wider, well-trodden section leading southeast.</description>
    <position x="300" y="440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="13" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="510" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stone bridge" destination="15" />
  </node>
  <node id="15" name="Boar Clan, A Narrow Dirt Road">
    <description>The hard-packed dirt road about a wagon's girth wide twists through the woods, its course determined by large, immovable trees that force travelers to go around them.  Though well-trod, the roadway seems locked in a losing battle with the viny underbrush that pushes in from all sides.</description>
    <position x="200" y="540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="16" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stone bridge" destination="14" />
  </node>
  <node id="16" name="Boar Clan, A Narrow Dirt Road" note="RTF13|RT-BC-HG" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Young softwood trees make up much of the forest glade but there are also many broad hardwoods scattered throughout.  Deep grunting sounds echo from deeper in the glade, occasionally punctuating the arboreal symphony of birdsong, rustling trees and small animals' chittering.</description>
    <description>Softwood trees make up much of the forest glade but there are also many hardwoods scattered throughout.  Deep grunting sounds echo through the darkness from deeper in the glade.</description>
    <position x="180" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="17" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="15" />
  </node>
  <node id="17" name="Boar Clan, A Narrow Dirt Road">
    <description>A narrow ditch running alongside the roadway directs water back into the woods and away from the path of travelers, keeping the route from becoming muddy and rutted in even the heaviest rain or snowmelt.  Ivy twines up a tall post bearing the moss-patched yellow skull of a large boar.</description>
    <position x="200" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="16" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="18" />
  </node>
  <node id="18" name="Boar Clan, Before the Gate" note="Boar Clan|Gate|Kraelyst start point|travel start point" color="#808000">
    <description>A massive palisade gate guards the entry to a small village nestled within the forest glade.  Though sharpened points top the upright logs of the palisade, they appear to be the trees of the glade itself embracing the clusters of longhouses within.  Gor'Tog rangers flanking the gate open and close it as needed with a chorus of grunting and the scraping sounds of the wooden gate dragging on the ground as it moves.</description>
    <description>Torches flicker beside a massive palisade gate guarding a small village nestled within the forest glade.  Though sharpened points top the upright logs of the palisade, they appear to be the trees of the glade itself embracing the clusters of longhouses within.  Gor'Tog rangers flanking the gate open and close it as needed with a chorus of grunting and the scraping sounds of the wooden gate dragging on the ground as it moves.</description>
    <position x="180" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="17" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go palisade gate" destination="19" />
  </node>
  <node id="19" name="Boar Clan, Split-Log Path">
    <description>A tall palisade wall of thick iron-banded tree trunks embraces the small village of thatched longhouses and bark-covered huts.  Split log walkways snake between the structures.  One rutted dirt path leads from the gate to a squarish building with deep eaves that shelters stacks of crates and barrels piled outside the door.</description>
    <position x="140" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="28" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="20" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go palisade gate" destination="18" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stable doors" destination="64" />
  </node>
  <node id="20" name="Boar Clan, Split-Log Path">
    <description>The sounds of a hunting party returning from the forest reverberate from somewhere close.  A few children carrying hide scrapers and curing salts run past you on the path to meet them, and in the small front yards of nearby homes, branch-frame drying racks are readied to receive the new batch of skins and meat.</description>
    <description>The sounds of the forest permeate the palisade wall and wash over the sleeping village.  Each breath of wind rustles the trees that stir the night air and conduct the arboreal symphony.  Chirping insects and the deep throaty calls of frogs keep the rhythm while high-pitched animal cries weave a soprano's song with a melody only nature could compose.</description>
    <position x="120" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="19" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="21" />
  </node>
  <node id="21" name="Boar Clan, Split-Log Path">
    <description>Thick grey smoke curls from a run-down building set well away from the path.  The sharp sound of metal striking metal rings from its open doorway, accompanied by a steady backbeat of grunting.  A cracked shingle hangs on brass rings from two boar tusks mounted above the entrance.</description>
    <description>Torches flicker beside a run-down building set well away from the path.  Some of the earthen daub has chipped off the longhouse's facade, allowing the basket weave of wattle to peek out from beneath.  A cracked shingle hangs on brass rings from two boar tusks mounted above the doorway.</description>
    <position x="100" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="22" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="20" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go doorway" destination="66" />
  </node>
  <node id="22" name="Boar Clan, Split-Log Path">
    <description>Birds alight on the curved boar tusks that cap each of the thick logs forming the palisade wall surrounding the village.  They survey the thatched rooftops for plump insects and swoop from their perches to capture a meal.  To the east of the pathway, the ground slopes downward to a grassy vale.  A few of the birds investigate the grass for worms, but most find easier prey in the thick roof thatch.</description>
    <position x="100" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="21" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="23" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="29" />
  </node>
  <node id="23" name="Boar Clan, Split-Log Path" note="magical feat trainer|Orliss">
    <description>Facing the path, a bark-covered longhouse crested with carved boar's heads bustles with activity.  A steady flow of men and women pass through the stout oaken door and a low hum of chatter emanates from within.  Though it stands alone at this bend in the walkway, it appears to be the center of life in the otherwise quiet forest village.</description>
    <description>The warmth of firelight and friendly chatter radiates from a bark-covered longhouse crested with carved boars' heads.  Though it stands alone at this bend in the walkway, it appears to be the center of life in the otherwise quiet forest village.</description>
    <position x="80" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="24" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="22" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bark-covered longhouse" destination="38" />
  </node>
  <node id="24" name="Boar Clan, Split-Log Path" note="Peregan Tree">
    <description>Some of the logs in the pathway have been cut down by a third or half to make way for the bulging roots of a broad peregan tree that have burst up through the soil.  The only tree growing within the village walls, it soars above everything to impossible heights and the generous reach of its arching branches shelters several nearby buildings.</description>
    <position x="100" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="25" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="23" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb peregan tree" destination="48" />
  </node>
  <node id="25" name="Boar Clan, Split-Log Path">
    <description>Near the path, a large hide stretched within a cord-bound branch frame is branded with a few words in large block letters.  The acrid smell of tannin wafts from a longhouse with a leather-covered door studded with darkened bronze tacks.</description>
    <position x="120" y="440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="26" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="24" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go leather-covered door" destination="49" />
  </node>
  <node id="26" name="Boar Clan, Split-Log Path">
    <description>The droop-roofed longhouses cluster in groups of three and four upon slight mounds to keep out rainwater.  Though similar at first glance, closer inspection reveals their unique construction.  While homes and shops have stone chimneys that rise well above the roof to keep stray cinders from the thatching, food stores are chimneyless and supported several hands above the ground by rat-proof mushroom-shaped stones.</description>
    <description>In the darkness, the droop-roofed longhouses look like large creatures curled in slumber and huddled together in groups of three and four.  The staccato song of the hoot owl trips along the pathways and eventually falls into silence.</description>
    <position x="140" y="440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="27" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="25" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go overgrown path" destination="555" />
  </node>
  <node id="27" name="Boar Clan, Split-Log Path">
    <description>Homes with small fenced-off front yards crowd between the pathway and the imposing palisade wall.  Some of the yards are planted with a few rows of turnips while others contain racks for drying meat or clothing.  To the southeast, an archway set back from the path frames a large open field in the center of the village.</description>
    <position x="160" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="28" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="26" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go archway" destination="52" />
  </node>
  <node id="28" name="Boar Clan, Split-Log Path">
    <description>Dirty straw litters a walkway branching off to the east toward some tall doors on a long, narrow building that rustles with the braying of animals.  The thatched roof is crowned with a carved wooden horse's head at the point of each gable.</description>
    <position x="160" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="27" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="19" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tall doors" destination="60" />
  </node>
  <node id="29" name="Boar Clan, Grassy Vale" note="Grassy Vale">
    <description>The land tumbles down sharply from the level pathway above.  The slope is so severe in places that one or two thin slate steps have been set into the ground to ensure safe footing even when rain slicks the grass.</description>
    <position x="60" y="600" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="30" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="31" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="22" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="34" />
  </node>
  <node id="30" name="Boar Clan, Grassy Vale" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Supported on thick stilts banded with iron, several bark-clad longhouses cluster along the snow-patched slope.  Stone-dotted tawny soil pathways worn through the grass connect each of the buildings.</description>
    <position x="80" y="600" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="32" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="33" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="29" />
  </node>
  <node id="31" name="Boar Clan, Grassy Vale" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A gathering of longhouses cling to the sloped ground with the same tenacious determination as the clan itself has clung to survival in the unforgiving wilderness of the forest steppe.  Coveys of blue grouse occasionally alight upon a cluster of frostberry bushes growing nearby.</description>
    <description>A gathering of longhouses cling to the sloped ground with the same tenacious determination as the clan itself has clung to survival in the unforgiving wilderness of the forest steppe.  A cluster of frostberry bushes growing nearby occasionally rustles with movement as nocturnal animals harvest the shrub's sweet fruit.</description>
    <position x="40" y="600" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="29" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="36" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="37" />
  </node>
  <node id="32" name="Boar Clan, Grassy Vale" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The sharp slope levels off a bit here and stands of silver-white birch trees scatter among the thatched buildings.  In the springtime, tiny violet flowers bloom in their shade.</description>
    <position x="100" y="580" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="33" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="30" />
  </node>
  <node id="33" name="Boar Clan, Grassy Vale" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Sunlight occasionally glints off of a verdigris brass water pump standing over a smooth stone basin amid the buildings.  Small-leaved variegated ivy twines up the shaft of the pump, enjoying the condensation on the metal and the moist soil at its base.  Birds perched on nearby homes wait for the basin to fill so they, too, may enjoy the cool spring water that flows from the pump.</description>
    <description>Celestial light occasionally glints off of a verdigris brass water pump standing over a smooth stone basin amid the buildings.  Small-leaved variegated ivy twines up the shaft of the pump, enjoying the condensation on the metal and the moist soil at its base.  At times, night shrews appear at the basin to drink and wash their small grey faces in the cool water.</description>
    <position x="100" y="620" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="32" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="30" />
  </node>
  <node id="34" name="Boar Clan, Grassy Vale">
    <description>Sunk low in the earth and surrounded by the village, the small vale is protected from the frosty touch of bitter winds that scour the rest of the forest steppe.  Snow melts quickly here to reveal flower-dotted grass and pillows of bright green moss.  Nestled in the center is a patched hide tent stretched over a bent branch frame.</description>
    <position x="60" y="620" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="29" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go hide tent" destination="35" />
  </node>
  <node id="35" name="Boar Clan, Tabernacle" note="Tabernacle|Everild" color="#800080">
    <description>Logs form concentric half-circles in front of a large peregan tree altar that dominates the far end of the tent.  Sweet bearberry candles line the perimeter of the humble tabernacle, flickering softly and chasing the musty smell of dampness from the air.  A leather pennant branded with the image of a rampant boar hangs from above.</description>
    <position x="60" y="630" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="34" />
  </node>
  <node id="36" name="Boar Clan, Grassy Vale" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Sounds of both the forest and village filter down from above, seeming at once surrounding and yet far away from this sleepy corner of the vale.  Stark white patches of snow cling to the grass and pillows of bright green moss that cover the ground.</description>
    <position x="20" y="620" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="37" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="31" />
  </node>
  <node id="37" name="Boar Clan, By the Turnip Patch" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A large turnip patch surrounded by a low fence of woven branches stretches out between several of the homes, plumes of green leaves sprouting in neat rows from the dark soil.  Some leafy plumes lie tossed aside on the ground nearby, obvious evidence of snacks hastily eaten by hungry residents or passers-by.</description>
    <position x="20" y="580" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="31" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="36" />
  </node>
  <node id="38" name="Ranger Guild, Longhouse">
    <description>A large branded hide stretches across the facing wall, illuminated by shafts of sunlight streaming in from the smokehole high above a stone-rimmed firepit.  Oak posts run down the length of the longhouse in two rows and support roof beams hung with colorful felt pennants.</description>
    <description>A large branded hide stretches across the facing wall, illuminated by the hazy amber light of oil-filled clay lamps suspended from above.  Oak posts run down the length of the longhouse in two rows and support roof beams hung with colorful felt pennants.  A dark patch of night peeks through an open smoke hole in the roof high above a stone-rimmed firepit.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="39" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="40" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="23" />
  </node>
  <node id="39" name="Ranger Guild, Longhouse">
    <description>Wide plank benches lining the walls are covered with layers of soft pelts and thick woolen blankets, making them an inviting respite after a long hunt.  The warm, spicy smell of hot mulled ale wafts from a hanging kettle and chases away the musty odor of damp thatch.</description>
    <description>Wide plank benches lining the walls are covered with layers of soft pelts and thick woolen blankets, making them an inviting respite after a long hunt.  The warm, spicy smell of hot mulled ale wafts from a hanging kettle and chases away the musty odor of damp thatch.  The staccato night-song of crickets filters in from the forest.</description>
    <position x="0" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="38" />
  </node>
  <node id="40" name="Ranger Guild, Longhouse" note="GL Ranger|Paglar|RS Ranger" color="#FF8000">
    <description>A vellum map of the realms is tacked to the wall above several smooth oak cubbies.  Each is marked with the name of a Ranger Guildleader and filled with rolled parchment scrolls, some tied with ribbon and others sealed with wax.  Nearby, a leather-bound guild register sits atop a tall wooden stand carved in the form of an arching peregan tree.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="38" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb earthen stairway" destination="41" />
    <arc exit="go" move="hide-covered doorway" />
  </node>
  <node id="41" name="Ranger Guild, Underground Passage">
    <description>Hewn through bedrock, the striated walls of the passage are smooth and slightly concave, arching upward toward a gently vaulted ceiling.  Sooty clay oil lamps hang from iron rings bolted into the stone.  They cast circles of light that overlap down the length of the corridor in an alternating progression of brighter and dimmer spots.  An archway to the west leads into a massive cavern.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="45" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="42" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb earthen stairway" destination="40" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stone archway" destination="46" />
  </node>
  <node id="42" name="Ranger Guild, Underground Passage">
    <description>Striations on the stone walls silently recall the long history of these ancient lands, each layer representing a generation.  A few hands up from the floor, a dull vein of deep grey rock bears witness to a great fire that once ravaged the forest steppe.  Above it, richer colored layers attest to the renewal of life.  Beside an archway to the south is a life-sized statue carved from pale white ash surrounded by offerings of arrows and fine pelts.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="41" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="43" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="44" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stone archway" destination="529" />
  </node>
  <node id="43" name="Ranger Guild, Underground Passage">
    <description>Adapted by Gor'Tog hands, the Dwarven craftsmanship of Hibarnhvidar is evident in the detailed carvings that frame a deep alcove to the east.  Crossed bows adorn one side of the stone corridor and a variety of arrows fans out over a heavy peregan door on the opposite wall.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="540" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go deep alcove" destination="531" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go peregan door" destination="533" />
  </node>
  <node id="44" name="Ranger Guild, Underground Passage">
    <description>Crossed axes adorn one side of the stone corridor and on the opposite wall, an assortment of swords gleams softly in the dim lamplight.  Tall spears hung with long white feathers flank a deep alcove to the west.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="42" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go deep alcove" destination="530" />
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  <node id="45" name="Ranger Guild, Underground Passage">
    <description>Protruding from the layered stone wall is a petrified strip of tree root as thick as a Tog's thigh that provides a natural bench running along the north wall of the corridor.  On the opposite wall is a hide painted with images of Boar Clan's founding.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="41" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stone archway" />
  </node>
  <node id="46" name="Ranger Guild Cavern of Gathering, Anteroom">
    <description>This spacious cavern precedes the tremendous hollow in the earth that has served as a Ranger meeting hall for many generations.  The Anteroom is a popular place to listen to the discussions in the Cavern of Gathering while being free from its formality and restrictions.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stone archway" destination="41" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go doorway" destination="47" />
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  <node id="47" name="Ranger Guild, Cavern of Gathering">
    <description>Petrified peregan trees stand at even intervals down the length of the massive cavern, arching upward as if seeking the sky.  Hung with small lamps and thousands of brass leaves, their branches twine overhead and create a forest bower deep in the earth.  The metallic foliage seems to flutter in the breeze as the shifting lamplight dances over it and slight vibrations cause them to clink together musically.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go doorway" destination="46" />
  </node>
  <node id="48" name="Boar Clan, Peregan Tree">
    <description>Sheltering branches sway above, allowing glimpses of the sky to peek through the thick crown of limbs.  The wind rustling through the tree surrounds everything and sounds like a mother's soothing whispers.  Below, villagers pass by the venerable arbor throughout the day, some stopping to chat.</description>
    <description>Sheltering branches sway above, allowing glimpses of the dark sky to peek through the thick crown of limbs.  The wind rustling through the tree surrounds everything and sounds like a mother's soothing whispers.  Below, most of the village sleeps, but travelers often come by to enjoy the respite offered by the tree's embrace.</description>
    <position x="60" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb peregan tree" destination="24" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb peregan branches" destination="523" />
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  <node id="49" name="Gudthar's Tannery, Furrier" note="Bundles|Gudthar" color="#00FF00">
    <description>The pungent aromas of lamp oil, tannins and musky animal hides thicken the air in the longhouse, making it nearly unbreathable.  Bundles of pelts and skins awaiting the tanner's art pile in the corner.  On the rear wall, boar tusk sconces illuminate a large plank sign.</description>
    <position x="120" y="430" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="50" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go leather-covered door" destination="25" />
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  <node id="50" name="Gudthar's Repairs" note="Repair|Tuzra" color="#00FF00">
    <description>A scarred wooden counter that doubles as a worktable runs between two of the longhouse support posts.  Pegs in the beams and posts hold a wide array of tools for working with leather and wood: chisels, mallets, hide cutters, and spools of sinew thread in various weights and colors.  Tacked beneath the large hide that dominates the rear wall is a small painting.</description>
    <position x="110" y="430" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="51" />
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  <node id="51" name="Gudthar's Tannery, Supplies" note="Tannery|Blorg" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Serving as a heavy counter, a split tree trunk spans the room, cutting it in half.  Behind the counter and against the far wall several towers of rickety crates, stacked atop each other, serve as merchandise bins.  Strong scents of acid, glue and other substances best left unexplored war in your nostrils and stab at your brain.</description>
    <position x="100" y="430" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="50" />
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  <node id="52" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Sideline">
    <description>Three carved wooden boars stand facing the playing field.  In accordance with Boar Clan's team colors, one is painted green, and another is brown.  For no apparent reason, the third is pink with purple polka dots.  An oak carving of a squirrel atop a tall pole stands by the edge of the field of play.</description>
    <position x="180" y="400" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="53" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go archway" destination="27" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go togball field" destination="607" />
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  <node id="53" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Concessions" note="Concessions" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Overflowing trash barrels display the remains of myriad meals and snacks along with the debris of a variety of smashed crockery left by inebriated togball enthusiasts.  An obese Gor'Tog in his middle years stands behind a counter under a sprawling oak with a menu tacked to it.</description>
    <position x="160" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="52" />
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  <node id="54" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Home Team Bench">
    <description>A green and brown striped bench is flanked on each side by a sturdy water barrel for the convenience of thirsty players.  The peaked roof of a short structure with a semi-circular cutout in the front is labelled with the word TUSKY in runny block letters, marking the home of the Boar Clan team mascot.  An oak carving of an owl atop a tall pole stands by the edge of the field of play.</description>
    <description>A green and brown striped bench is flanked on each side by a sturdy water barrel for the convenience of thirsty players.  Odd snoring sounds can be heard coming from the direction of a short structure labelled with the word TUSKY in runny block letters.  An oak carving of an owl atop a tall pole stands by the edge of the field of play.</description>
    <position x="200" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="55" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="52" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go togball field" destination="606" />
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  <node id="55" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Bleachers" note="Togball Field">
    <description>Tiered wooden bleachers offer spectators a prime view of the field from here.  Draped along the railing on each side is some green and brown bunting that has seen better days.  Squirrels roam underneath, searching out morsels of discarded snacks dropped by sloppy togball fans.  An oak carving of a bear atop a tall pole stands by the edge of the field of play.</description>
    <position x="220" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="56" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="54" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go togball field" destination="601" />
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  <node id="56" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Visitor's Bench">
    <description>A bare, splintery bench with one end noticeably lower than the other provides seating, if not comfort, for the visiting team.  To one side is a rotting water barrel.  It would appear that the 'Togs who maintain the field are far more concerned with the welfare of the home team than that of the guests.  An oak carving of a stag atop a tall poll stands by the edge of the field of play.</description>
    <position x="240" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="57" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="55" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go togball field" destination="600" />
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  <node id="57" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Sideline">
    <description>A soft blanket of grass covers a gentle slope facing the field, providing an ideal place for families to spread a picnic lunch without missing the action.  An oak carving of a hedgehog atop a tall pole stands by the edge of the field of play.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="56" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go togball field" destination="592" />
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  <node id="58" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Storage">
    <description>A small dark-stained shack sits off by itself in this isolated corner beyond the field.  To one side is a large pile of modest-sized boulders.  Three leather dummies stand in a row in an open space on the grass behind the building.</description>
    <position x="280" y="400" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go dark-stained shack" destination="59" />
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  <node id="59" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Trainer's Shack" note="Reflex" color="#FFFF00">
    <description>Seated on the floor with his legs crossed is a Gor'Tog wearing a tan buckskin coat and a jaunty green cap with a feather in it.  There is a sparkle in his eye when he glances up as if he's about to have a bit of fun.  The room is unfurnished except for a small oaken table with a pair of crutches leaning against it.</description>
    <position x="280" y="410" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go door" destination="58" />
  </node>
  <node id="60" name="Boar Clan, Stable">
    <description>Fresh hay lends sweetness to the heavy scent of leather and cattle in the stables.  The thick support posts between each stall are studded with brightly polished brass hooks from which hang well-kept saddles, bridles and other tack.  Sunlight streams in through small windows, making particles of dust in the air sparkle like gold.</description>
    <description>The air is musky with the scent of leather and cattle.  The thick support posts are studded with brightly polished brass hooks from which hang saddles, bridles and other tack.  Oil lamps hanging from the rafters cast warm amber circles of light down the center of the longhouse and spilling slightly into the horse stalls.</description>
    <position x="180" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="61" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tall doors" destination="28" />
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  <node id="61" name="Boar Clan, Stable" note="Stable">
    <description>Along the west wall runs a line of hay-filled stalls, the spaced divided by shoulder-high carved wooden screens.  Straw scattered on the hard-packed dirt floor softens the footfalls of both man and beast, but some tall doors leading out to an enclosed practice yard swing noisily on their hinges.</description>
    <position x="190" y="470" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="62" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="60" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tall doors" destination="63" />
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  <node id="62" name="Boar Clan, Stable Tack Room" note="Tack Room|Agglar" color="#FF0000">
    <description>On very cold or overcast days, oil lamps in the end of the longhouse are lit, but on sunny days, a wooden shutter high in the gable is propped open to allow light to spill in.  Wicker baskets full of grooming tools hang from iron hooks on the back wall above a large trunk and feed bin.</description>
    <description>A few oil lamps hung on long chains from the ceiling beams wash the end of the longhouse with a warm glow that resonates in the earthy colors of the wood, straw and leather.  Wicker baskets full of grooming tools hang from iron hooks on the back wall above a large trunk and feed bin.</description>
    <position x="200" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="61" />
  </node>
  <node id="63" name="Boar Clan, Stable Training Yard" note="Training Yard">
    <description>A variety of obstacles for training beast and rider dot a grassy plot enclosed by a split-rail fence.  The trees of a young pine forest shade the northern end of the yard while the stable and the longhouse of the Stablemaster border the southern end.</description>
    <position x="180" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tall doors" destination="61" />
  </node>
  <node id="64" name="Trader Outpost, Stable" note="Caravan Stable">
    <description>The braying of pack animals and the smell of their sweat fill the small outpost stable.  Rusty hooks in the roof beams dangle an array of feedbags, bridles and caravan yokes down from above.  An iron-studded plank door leads into the office.</description>
    <position x="140" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="19" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go plank door" destination="65" />
  </node>
  <node id="65" name="Boar Clan, Trader Outpost" note="Trader Outpost|trade minister|shipment clerk" color="#00FF00">
    <description>Bronze oil lamps hang from the thick beams below the thatching, casting a warm circles of light down on the hard-packed dirt floor.  A wizened Gor'Tog commerce minister ambles from table to table through a maze of piled crates, handling each transaction with a gravelly grunt.  An iron-studded plank door leads out to the stable.</description>
    <position x="150" y="510" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="19" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go plank door" destination="64" />
  </node>
  <node id="66" name="Urglub's Squishing Emporium, Showroom" note="Urglub's Squishing Emporium|Weapons" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Racks bristling with weapons line the log walls of this rustic shop.  As one would expect in a shop catering to Gor'Togs, everything in here is big -- the furnishings, the merchandise, and the owner.  Urglub, the muscular weaponsmith, stands behind a scarred counter made of thick oaken planks.</description>
    <position x="100" y="530" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go doorway" destination="21" />
  </node>
  <node id="67" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract" note="Hunter's Glade">
    <description>The trees of the forest grow tall and thin with branches that begin several stories overhead.  Most trees have had their bark rubbed and gouged off about a Dwarf's height from the ground.  Stuck into a thick thorn-covered fir is a long yellowed splinter of boar tusk.</description>
    <position x="120" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="72" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="68" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow trail" destination="2" />
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  <node id="68" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>The glade is a young, open pine forest.  A crisp, clean scent fills the cool air and the river's burbling is soothing, like a lullaby.</description>
    <description>The glade is a young and open pine forest brightened with sunlight and the sound of the river.  Birds call from their perches and occasionally swoop down from the boughs, either seeking a meal or in a game of chase with one another.  The crisp, clean scent of fir and spruce sharpens the cool air.</description>
    <position x="100" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="67" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="69" />
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  <node id="69" name="Hunter's Glade, Cragside">
    <description>Stone outcroppings lining the steep descent into the river to the west echo the sound of the water playing merrily below.  The crags here are too unstable to climb and too wide to dive over, but father north, the forest edges closer to the river.</description>
    <position x="80" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="70" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="68" />
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  <node id="70" name="Hunter's Glade, Cragside">
    <description>Saplings grow from slivers of earth caught in the crevices of the stony crags.  They cling tenaciously to the steep wall of shattered stone and arc gently over the water.  Their roots never grow very deep, and evidence of a hard rain's power to dislodge them lies cracked and broken on the rocks below.</description>
    <position x="80" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="71" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="69" />
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  <node id="71" name="Hunter's Glade, Cragside">
    <description>Thick clusters of blueberry bushes amble along the edge of the crags and quiver with the movements of birds perched within.  At dawn and twilight, when the sun's light is thinnest, small grey conies hop out from the shrubs in search of grasses and roots to augment their diet of berries.  The river is barely visible as it wends through the banks far beyond the bushes and the stony descent.</description>
    <position x="100" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="75" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="72" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="70" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="76" />
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  <node id="72" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>The thick, scaly bark of a nearby sikka tree secretes golden sap that wells in the cracks and crevices.  Unlucky insects become entombed in the gooey traps.</description>
    <position x="120" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="73" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="67" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="71" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb sikka tree" destination="550" />
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  <node id="73" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>A weeping hemlock droops over a weathered lunat log to shelter a patch of spindly puffball mushrooms that grow tall and top-heavy so that they bend over slightly beneath the weight of their pale caps.  From somewhere close comes the sound of grunting and something trundling through the underbrush.</description>
    <position x="140" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="74" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="72" />
  </node>
  <node id="74" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>A stand of pale slender-trunked paper birches grows along a ridge to the northeast.  Their bark is thin, white and smooth, separating into diaphanous strips that curl back from the trunk.  Skinny saplings growing amid the taller elders are reddish-brown but share the same delicate pointed-oval leaves that turn golden in autumn.</description>
    <position x="140" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="86" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="73" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="75" />
  </node>
  <node id="75" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>The needle-strewn forest floor spreads out beneath a dark night sky framed by spruce and pine boughs.  Juniper and laurel shrubs huddle around the trees, while seasonal flowers and bright-berried hollies sprawl in clearings between.  Patches of snow that linger throughout the year in the cool shade of the forest glisten beneath the pale celestial light.</description>
    <description>The needle-strewn forest floor spreads out beneath a sky framed by spruce and pine boughs.  Seasonal flowers sprawl in sunlit clearings while juniper and laurel shrubs enjoy the shade where patches of snow linger throughout the year.</description>
    <position x="120" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="79" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="74" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="71" />
  </node>
  <node id="76" name="Hunter's Glade, Cragside">
    <description>The land drops off to the west alongside the burbling Liirewsag.  The plunk of pinecones falling into the river from overhanging boughs punctuates the water's steady song.  Cones and splintered branches that fell short of the water lie strewn across the treacherous crags below.  Bloated and half-eaten by scavenger birds, the carcass of an unfortunate boar also lies broken across the rocks.</description>
    <position x="80" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="77" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="78" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="71" />
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  <node id="77" name="Hunter's Glade, Cragside">
    <description>Piles of stone and heavy boulders cap the craggy shore, blocking access to the river.  From between the stones grow woody plants that produce hardy orange blooms in late autumn.  Rather than wilt, they become straw-like and preserved into the winter months until blown away by a storm.  To the northwest, the earth slips down to the water's level.</description>
    <position x="80" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="80" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="78" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="76" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="81" />
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  <node id="78" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>Slender evergreens grow tall and straight, with high, narrow crowns of branches.  The lowest limbs in this area belong to the longleaf pine, whose feathery boughs wave in the breezes about one story overhead.  Once their long dark green needles fall, they turn deep amber brown.  Frosty white wads of sap drip from their needles and cover the ground with globs of sticky goop that resemble hailstones.</description>
    <position x="100" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="80" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="79" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="76" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="77" />
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  <node id="79" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>A patch of green grows in this wide clearing amid the trees and pine needle-covered earth.  Tiny yellow waiku flowers scatter in the grasses and clover, their petals spread wide to catch light from the heavens.  The flora surrounding the clearing is as varied as a patchwork shawl.</description>
    <description>A patch of green grows in this wide clearing amid the trees and pine needle-covered earth.  Tiny yellow waiku flowers huddle in the grasses and clover, their petals closed tightly against the sunlight.  The flora surrounding the clearing is as varied as a patchwork shawl.</description>
    <position x="120" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="85" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="75" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="78" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="80" />
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  <node id="80" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>Curious dark, rounded mammoth-sized boulders of basalt lie atop and project from the forest floor here.  They look as if they had been dropped in place, as they do not match the granite outcroppings or craggy shoreline.  Some have deep valleys filled with windblown soil and decaying matter in which weeds and small saplings grow, as though recreating the glade in miniature.</description>
    <position x="100" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="83" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="79" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="78" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="77" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="82" />
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  <node id="81" name="Hunter's Glade, Riverside">
    <description>The earth falls sharply downward from this perfect diving spot to dip its peaty edge in the river.  The bank leading to the river below is moist and fertile, making it an ideal home to a wide variety of hostas.  Most have variegated leaves of green streaked with yellow or gold, while others are nearly blue with blotchy patterns of white.  In spring, the leafy, low-growing plants send up tall spindly stalks that bloom in purple, white and orange.</description>
    <position x="60" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="82" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="77" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb river bank" destination="140" />
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  <node id="82" name="Hunter's Glade, Riverside">
    <description>Here, the land is level with the water.  A permanent-looking puddle drenches the soil around the base of some tall cedar trees that cluster in a small depression.  Rain and snow feed the river that swells and ebbs with the seasons, changing the landscape and renewing the bank's fertile richness.  To the north and east, the earth rises again, pulling away from the sodden bank of the river.</description>
    <position x="80" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="84" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="80" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="81" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb river bank" destination="141" />
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  <node id="83" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>Slender needles from a stand of longleaf pine trees cover the ground here, making a crunchy matting that springs slightly underfoot.  Clusters of the tree's small cones lie scattered about, most having been pried open by squirrels for the seeds within.  A few undoubtedly opened before they fell, allowing their seeds to disperse and begin the forest's next generation.</description>
    <position x="120" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="88" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="85" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="80" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="84" />
  </node>
  <node id="84" name="Hunter's Glade, Riverside">
    <description>The long, thick roots of a quaking aspen grow through the loamy soil and dangle down the steep bank to the cold waters of the river below.  The tree's broad, spreading crown sports leaves that are deep shiny green with silver undersides, and shiver in the wind, giving the tree its name.  In autumn, its foliage takes on brilliant hues of red, orange and yellow.</description>
    <position x="100" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="94" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="91" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="83" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="82" />
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  <node id="85" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>Beneath many of the shrubs and low tree branches are large saucer-shaped depressions.  The leaf-lined hollows evidence the forest's boar population.  In the day, the nests are filled with several boars piled together in sleep, but in the evening, all the nests are empty as entire drifts of boars roam the glade.</description>
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  <node id="86" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>A line of ashen birches looks ghostly pale against the darker pines that surround them, like the spirits of fallen trees floating amid the living.  Their leafy limbs sway gracefully with each breath of wind and rustle a soft accompaniment to the river's song.</description>
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  <node id="87" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>A dead pine's skeletal branches knock together in the wind, and the dry rapping noises travel down the limbs into the trunk, sounding like a heart beating somewhere deep within.  The coarse, black bark clings to the weather-silvered tree only in ragged patches that crumble off easily, and in the crook of a low branch, the wood bears the lacy scars of a termite infestation.</description>
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  <node id="88" name="Hunter's Glade, Southern Tract">
    <description>Cold winds blow energetically down the northward slope and through the glade.  They cut through the strong smell of pine needles and dry, musty leaf mold that hangs heavily beneath the trees.  Each breeze renews the air with icy freshness.</description>
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  <node id="89" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>Bristly spruce limbs cast filigree shadows that frolic over the ground as the trees sway in breezes scented with the clean smell of heather and pine.  The trees stand far enough apart that their branches do not overlap, and scrubby bunches of grass peek through the thin layer of pine needles covering the ground between the trees' canopy.</description>
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  <node id="90" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>Only the occasional night bird breaks the quiet of the evening.  Most of the year in the glade, the nighttime stage belongs to the song of the crickets, but during the winter months, the snow owl enjoys a solo.</description>
    <description>A white-breasted nuthatch sitting in an overhead bough aggressively calls its mate with a nasal ank-ank-ank sound.  After a few calls, an answer comes in a shrill kee-kee from another limb.  Several other avian conversations begin, each with its own pitch, rhythm and emotion.  Rarely is there a moment of complete silence.</description>
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  <node id="91" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>A charred and shattered spruce lies in a broken heap surrounded by several other fire-blackened trees, evidence of a lightning strike.  Periodic small wildfires help maintain the openness of the wood by clearing underbrush and encouraging growth of grasses and sedge.  Already life is returning to the scorched area as a few tender new seedlings sprout from a mound of blackened earth.</description>
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  <node id="92" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>Soft pillows of bright green moss cling to the gnarled roots of some yews grouped on a low rise.  Between the trees, small piles of snow held in hollows formed by the roots melt slowly, providing a constant trickle to moisten the bark on which the moss thrives.</description>
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  <node id="93" name="Hunter's Glade, Riverside">
    <description>The river burbles playfully along the base of the steep, muddy bank with a song that is steady and meditative, like a Cleric's chant.  Bright-winged moths flutter by, shimmering in borrowed light from the heavens.</description>
    <description>The river burbles playfully along the base of the steep and muddy bank, like a shimmering silver ribbon against brunette curls.  Birds perch on overhanging tree limbs to watch for potential meals swimming below and without warning, quickly swoop down to grab a struggling fish in their talons, then fly off with their catch.</description>
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  <node id="94" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract" note="RTF20|RT-HG-BC" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Cooler night winds sigh among the pine boughs, creating a sense of quiet solitude broken only by the sound of the boars that inhabit the forest.  A loud grunting sound usually precedes their barreling heedlessly through the area, snapping thin saplings and turning up the smooth brown carpet of pine needles.  Frequently, they stop to sharpen their tusks or just scratch themselves on the pines' rough bark, flaking chunks off and leaving the pale wood exposed.</description>
    <description>Sunlight speckles the forest floor and wind sighs among the pine boughs, creating a sense of quiet solitude broken only by the sound of the boars that inhabit the forest.  A loud grunting sound usually precedes their barreling heedlessly through the area, snapping thin saplings and turning up the smooth brown carpet of pine needles.  Frequently, they stop to sharpen their tusks or just scratch themselves on the pines' rough bark, flaking chunks off and leaving the pale wood exposed.</description>
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  <node id="95" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>Beneath the tall conifers, the glade is open and park-like, relatively free of underbrush but for patches of shrubs that usually huddle close to the trees' shade.  Stretches of grass and sedge grow in small clearings, where older trees have fallen and the progression of the forest begins again with the smallest plants.</description>
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  <node id="96" name="Hunter's Glade, Riverside">
    <description>Ferns grow down the slope beside the river, softening the stony bank with their long, filigree fronds.  The water's swift current gambols along below, swirling around bends in the landscape and skipping over stones or fallen branches with a glad splashing sound.</description>
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  <node id="97" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>The lunat's lowest, more or less horizontal branches typically die but remain on the tree for a few years afterward, giving it a scraggly look before they fall off.  These dead lower branches are generally encrusted with brittle splotches of grey-green lichen and pale shelves of fungus.</description>
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  <node id="98" name="Hunter's Glade, Riverside">
    <description>A viny heap of small leaf ivy cascades down the bank to the river below.  Caught in the tangled tendrils are twigs, dried leaves and slender longleaf pine needles bundled together like tiny whiskbrooms.  Small brown chipmunks occasionally peek out from the ivy's leafy cover to scout the area for predators before venturing out.</description>
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  <node id="99" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>A grey and tattered bit of rope dangles from an overhanging tree limb, swinging back and forth in the wind.  Judging from the slipknots tied around the branch, the rope appears to be the remains of a trap.  The locals have long used this glade for hunting and trapping with such productive results that the only reason they've found to venture farther north into the dark, looming Paasvadh is foolhardy adventure-seeking.</description>
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  <node id="100" name="Hunter's Glade, Riverside">
    <description>A ragged trench carved through the thick carpet of pine needles by flowing rainwater and melted snow follows the slope from the northeast down to the river's edge.  The bank is muddy and clotted with clumps of decaying debris, but climbable by an able soul to gain access to the chill river below.</description>
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  <node id="101" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>The land rises sharply to the north and east, stepping up in plateaus that seem supported by smooth chunks of granite mortared together with damp earth and moss.  At the base of each rise lies a line of trees washed away with the thin soil by rain or meltwater.  Large moths flutter in and out of a gap in the lacy trim of deadfall.</description>
    <description>The land rises sharply to the north and east, stepping up in plateaus that seem supported by smooth chunks of granite mortared together with damp earth and moss.  At the base of each rise lies a line of trees washed away with the thin soil by rain or meltwater.  Twittering birds flit in and out of a gap in the lacy trim of deadfall.</description>
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  <node id="102" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>The sloped riverbank yields again to steep, stony crags that climb away from the swiftly moving river.  To the southwest, the land dips its peaty fringe in the water, but to the northeast, it sits high on the rocky steppes.</description>
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  <node id="103" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>The forest floor reclaims the remains of a fallen pine.  Heavy blankets of moss appear to drag it physically back into the earth.  The tree's thick cloak of bark has almost completely sloughed off and the exposed wood is pitted with rot.  In the cool climate of the forest steppe, decay is slow and deliberate.</description>
    <description>The sunlit forest floor reclaims the remains of a fallen pine.  Blankets of heavy moss appear to drag it physically back into the earth.  The tree's cloak of bark has almost completely sloughed off, and the exposed wood is dark with rot.  In the cool climate of the forest steppe, decay is slow and deliberate.</description>
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  <node id="104" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>The glade's omnivorous boars voraciously root in the pine litter for grubs, nuts, fungi, small animals and carrion, leaving upturned tufts of needles, soil and twigs.  Their furrowing is essential to both their survival and that of the forest, as they mix nutrients in the soil and speed the process of decomposition that is slowed by the cool climate.</description>
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  <node id="105" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>Squat bristlecone pines scatter along the steep rocky outcrops to the northeast.  Each pine, from young seedling to ancient relic, has an individual character.  Young trees are densely clad with glistening needle-covered branches that sway like foxtails in the wind.  Their bristled cones drip pine-scented resin and exude all the freshness of youth.  As centuries pass and the elements batter the trees, they become sculpted into astonishingly beautiful shapes.</description>
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  <node id="106" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>Ivy envelops all but the skyward-reaching splinter of a broken stump.  It smothers the rocky outcroppings and covers the ground in deep green filigree throughout the seasons.  Even the darkest night skies have a glimmer of light that plays gaily over the shiny ivy leaves.</description>
    <description>Ivy envelops all but the skyward-reaching splinter of a broken stump.  It smothers the rocky outcroppings and covers the ground in deep green filigree throughout the seasons.  The sunlight plays hide-and-seek with shadows over the leafy blanket as it shivers in the brisk wind.</description>
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  <node id="107" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>Birdsongs filter in from all directions, blending into a sweet arboreal symphony.  Some twitter staccato soprano parts and others caw contralto backbeats.  The owls and mourning doves add their long, slow tenor nearest twilight and dawn, when the sky's colors demand a bit more drama.</description>
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  <node id="108" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>Twin maple seedlings grow in a depression atop a very large basalt boulder.  A passing bird must have deposited the seeds, as there are no other maple trees in the glade.  Birds enjoy the rock because the shallow wells in its surface hold water high enough from the ground that they can drink and bathe here without being menaced by the glade's larger inhabitants.</description>
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  <node id="109" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>The litter of pine needles and leaves in the area is turned up from the recent furrowing of wild boars in search of something good to eat.  Hoarse grunting and chirruping surrounds nighttime travelers in the boars' domain.  Occasionally, an alarmed squeal tears through the darkness.</description>
    <description>A scarlet-coifed woodpecker perched high in a nearby pine chips off loose flakes of tree bark with a staccato rat-a-tat-a-tat.  The bark bits fall to the ground with a soft pattering sound, like a dry rain.  The litter of pine needles and leaves in the area is turned up from the recent furrowing of wild boars in search of something good to eat.</description>
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  <node id="110" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>The trees become older, taller and closer as the glade wends up the broken landscape toward a dark line of towering trees to the north.  The underbrush also thickens noticeably as viny plants and scrubby bushes tangle amid the tree roots and timeworn stones protruding from the earth.</description>
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  <node id="111" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>To the north, the landscape fractures into a jumble of progressively larger outcrops and low cliffs.  Tall conifers crowd each other and cling with gnarled roots to the unyielding, stony soil.  On slopes too steep for trees grow azaleas that bloom red and pink in the early spring.  Several varieties of holly mingle with the lower-growing plants and adorn the glade's winter season with berries ranging from red and orange to golden yellow.</description>
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  <node id="112" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>A mature felenok pine reaches majestically skyward and seems to hold the heavens in its outstretched limbs.  Large cones burden the ends of each branch, making them arc slightly downward.  Few felenok seeds survive to fulfill their purpose, as they are sweet to the palate of local squirrels that eagerly pry them from their cones before they drop to the ground.</description>
    <description>A mature felenok pine reaches majestically skyward and seems to grasp the sun in its outstretched limbs.  Large, golden cones burden the ends of each branch, making them arc slightly downward.  Few felenok seeds survive to fulfill their purpose, as they are sweet to the palate of local squirrels that eagerly pry them from their cones before they drop to the ground.</description>
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  <node id="113" name="Hunter's Glade, Northern Tract">
    <description>Heather grows in wispy clumps between the widely spaced trees.  Its feathery texture contrasts with the stiff and dark-leafed boxwood growing nearby, and it celebrates each thaw with blooming sprays of purple and lavender.</description>
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  <node id="114" name="Hunter's Glade, Dark Trees Path">
    <description>Moss drapes from the sap-sugared pine branches above in wispy grey-blue tendrils.  They embrangle tall shrubs and fill in gaps in the tree canopy to block out almost all of the sky.</description>
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  <node id="115" name="Hunter's Glade, Dark Trees Path">
    <description>Patches of grass and moss cling to craggy outcrops that crowd stands of spruce and modwir.  Ivy and large shrubs tangle around the trees, further constricting the pathway leading upslope.</description>
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  <node id="116" name="Hunter's Glade, Dark Trees Path">
    <description>The tree branches twine overhead, covering the glade with cool shadow that shuts out moonlight.  Mist rises from the ground and is trapped beneath the canopy.  It washes the landscape with ashen shades, lending a sense of foreboding to the pathway that is heightened by strange animal cries and sounds of movement in the brush.  It's little wonder the locals seldom tread this route.</description>
    <description>The tree branches twine overhead, covering the glade with cool shadow that chases the sunlight away.  Strange animal cries and sounds of movement that rustle in the thickening underbrush add to a sense of foreboding that fills the pathway.  It's little wonder the locals seldom tread this route.</description>
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    <description>The trees bend in over the slim pathway, casting it deep in shade.  Gnarled knotholes peering down through the bristly canopy of a fat spruce tree seem to watch every movement.  Shrill cries, unlike those heard farther south, pierce the dusky veil and seem to resonate in one's bones.</description>
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  <node id="118" name="Hunter's Glade, Dark Trees Path">
    <description>Thick shrubs push in toward the path and grab at passers-by like the small hands of a child tugging at one's cloak hem.  The sound of birdsong is strangely absent despite the thick mesh of branches above.</description>
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    <description>Cascades of ivy and other viny plants pour over each outcrop, concealing the stone-clotted earth and making the sharply rising landscape look more like a solid wall of dark foliage.  Fir and cedar trees lean into one another as they stagger up the slope, like old men walking home from a bar.</description>
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  <node id="120" name="Hunter's Glade, Dark Trees Path">
    <description>Leathery brown tripe lichen grows on many of the exposed rocks and looks like vaguely circular patches torn from a tanned hide.  The slightly upturned edges catch and store rainwater that keeps the plant supple.  Those with tears or insect-munched holes quickly dry up and become brittle.</description>
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  <node id="121" name="Hunter's Glade, Dark Trees Path">
    <description>Hardwoods gradually mingle with the conifers, giving the wind a slightly raspier voice when rustling through the branches.  In winter, the bare tree limbs whisper hoarsely as they rub against each other and sometimes sound like the grunting of boars.</description>
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  <node id="122" name="Hunter's Glade, Beneath the Deadfall">
    <description>Covered with climbing vines, a latticework of branches twines just overhead, spanning a shallow gully at the base of an outcrop and creating a snug bower for those seeking shelter.  Birds perched amid the boughs twitter softly.</description>
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  <node id="123" name="Hunter's Glade, Beneath the Deadfall">
    <description>Covered with climbing vines, a latticework of branches twines just overhead, spanning a shallow gully at the base of an outcrop and creating a snug bower for those seeking shelter.  Birds perched amid the boughs twitter softly.</description>
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    <description>The rustle of twigs and needles is constant as the pine trees move with the slightest disturbance in the air.  The rugged trail continues its meandering way through the wooded foothills.</description>
    <description>Eternally mantled in snow and ice, the Arncharn Shel mountains rule the eastern horizon.  Soaring high above the dense forest, the stony windswept heights are painted numerous shades of grey.  The rugged trail continues its meandering way through the wooded foothills.</description>
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    <description>Fresh gouges bleed yellow sap where something has sharpened its claws on a giant pine.  The glistening sap-glazed bark contrasts with the muted grey-green moss mottling the trunks of the other trees.  Providing shelter to a family of bushy-tailed woodrats, a thick tangle of red currant bushes adds a bright splash of color.  The occasional shriek of a hawk brings about a temporary cessation of rustling in the undergrowth.</description>
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    <description>Thick tree trunks crowd close together while twisted branches weave a dense canopy overhead, all but blocking the view of the night sky and enshrouding the road in velvety darkness.  A fickle breeze sporadically rustles through the branches, cutting the scent of damp earth and decay hanging in the air.</description>
    <description>Heavily wooded hills rise on both sides as the road winds among them.  Glimpsed through the thinning trees to the north, a narrow valley nestles beneath the looming shadow of a snow-capped mountain standing silent watch over the terrain.  A fickle breeze sporadically rustles through the branches, cutting the scent of damp earth and leaf mold hanging in the air.</description>
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    <description>Dominating the view to the north, a mountain looms over the small settlement.  At once beautiful and forbidding, the crags and ice-capped peaks display a multiplicity of hues and textures.  Reaching endlessly for the sky, sheer bluffs and level terraces juxtaposed with jagged cliffs range in subtle shades between black, blue-grey and white.</description>
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    <description>In desperate need of realignment, the uneven jumble of cobblestones forming the road meanders down the gentle slope.  A sturdy wall rises to the north, the sharpened stakes along the top pointing skyward like a line of spears raised in defense.  Yellowing grasses, well nibbled by the goats which roam in the valley, cover much of the rocky ground.</description>
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    <description>Rising to intimidating heights, the fortified wall enclosing the compound is broken only by a stout ironwood gate.  The gate displays a bronze plaque engraved with the crest of the Clerics' Guild superimposed over a towering mountain.</description>
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    <description>The cold currents steal whatever warmth they touch, flowing strong and clear as crystal.  In the darkness, the river seems endless.</description>
    <description>Pulling and pushing insistently, the bone-chilling currents rush downstream in a frenzied waltz of swirling water.  It appears always the same, yet changing constantly, and in the airless world beneath the surface, the river whispers its secret I shall never pass this way again and you will never swim in the same river twice.</description>
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    <description>A large rock rises from the river's swift current like a small island in a storm-tossed sea.  The rollicking water splashes and swirls around the base of the rock, but the top is dry and well above even storm swells.</description>
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    <description>The *plunk* of pinecones falling into the river from overhanging boughs punctuates the water's steady burbling.  Cones and splintered branches that fell short of the water lay strewn across the treacherous crags along with the bloated and half-eaten carcass of an unfortunate boar.</description>
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  <node id="161" name="Hunter's Glade, Liirewsag River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The cold currents steal whatever warmth they touch, flowing strong and clear as crystal.  In the darkness, the river seems endless.</description>
    <description>The cold currents steal whatever warmth they touch, flowing strong and clear as crystal.  Fish can be seen swimming far below the surface against the backdrop of the riverbed's pebbly grey-brown texture.</description>
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    <description>The numbing waters of the Liirewsag chase foamy whitecaps that rollick over the ragged river edge.  Crickets chirp in the darkness from the bushes dotting the crags alongside the water.</description>
    <description>The cold waters of the Liirewsag chase foamy whitecaps that rollick over the ragged river edge.  Ambling along the crags, thick blueberry bushes sing with the music of the many birds they attract.</description>
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  <node id="163" name="Hunter's Glade, Dark Trees Path">
    <description>Shrubs and vines smother the slope and make getting a solid foothold a challenge in the dim light permitted in by the thick forest canopy.  A deeper darkness looms only a short climb upslope, where the old trees of the Paasvadh have stood for eons.</description>
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  <node id="164" name="Paasvadh Forest, Understory" note="Paasvadh Forest">
    <description>Amid the perilous tangle of vines sent out from the tall hardwoods grows a stand of dwarf pine trees that look like closed parasols.  They wait patiently in the dim understory for a break in the canopy to be created so they, too, can shoot upwards toward the sun.</description>
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  <node id="165" name="Paasvadh Forest, Understory">
    <description>The ground is blanketed in a thick covering of leaf litter that deadens even the heaviest footfalls to mere rustling in the darkness.  Beneath the dry surface layer, a dense mat of damp spongy matter silently releases the miasmic stench of decay.</description>
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  <node id="166" name="Paasvadh Forest, Understory">
    <description>Thick, widely spaced trees soar upwards into shadows created by the dense canopy.  Little grows in the light-starved understory.  Rather, it is a place of decay where leaves slowly return to soil and night reigns unchallenged.</description>
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    <description>Steeped in silence, the tenebrous forest seems to quietly consider the interlopers passing beneath its venerable boughs, reserving judgment for a later time.  A few clumps of stunted mountain laurel huddle in spots where the deep shadows cast by the forest canopy are thinnest and sunlight has struggled through the darkness to reach the ground.</description>
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    <description>The heavy canopy allows not even the slightest breeze to waft through the understory, so the smell of rot and mold hangs heavily in the unmoving air.  Bright crimson blood ivy crawls opportunistically up a nearby oak tree, a sanguine rivulet that contrasts sharply with the deep brown bark.  Occasional splotches of deep green marring the red leaves reveal themselves as small web-footed tree frogs.</description>
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    <description>Movement rustles through the darkness above and occasionally sends down a rain of twigs and leaves.  It comes in fits and starts, as though the canopy itself were throwing restless tantrums.</description>
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    <description>The cloak of darkness clinging to everything allows the imagination to remake the landscape in the form of its fears.  At a quick glance, a pile of broken branches to the south appears to be the decomposing carcass of a beast with splintered bones protruding at odd angles from torn flesh that are only broken boughs and rotting leaves.</description>
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    <description>Imbrued in darkness, the forest is thick with secrets whispered by the softly falling leaves and barely audible sounds of movement in the canopy far overhead.  Below, tangles of gnarled vines and tree roots twist through the layer of leaves, waiting to ambush the unwary traveler.</description>
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    <description>The twisted roots of the massive hardwoods look much like a clot of sleeping snakes.  When the canopy shifts enough to change the quality of light, they appear to move as though waking.  Niches between the roots harbor pools of stagnant rainwater or wet clumps of decaying leaves.</description>
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    <description>In the dimness, the forest looks like a darkened cathedral with tree trunk pillars soaring upwards to arched boughs just beyond the reach of the sickly pale celestial light.  The cries of night owls echo eerily, sounding like a woman weeping at the altar of an empty church.</description>
    <description>In the dimness, the forest looks like a darkened cathedral with tree trunk pillars soaring upwards to arched boughs just beyond the reach of the sickly pale sunlight.  The cries of mourning doves echo eerily, sounding like a woman weeping at the altar of an empty church.</description>
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    <description>A decaying alder limb lays wedged between the broad roots of the trees from which it fell.  The darkness itself seems to move across it as a stream of black-carapaced beetles makes its way along the surface of the fallen bough and into a rotted-out knothole near one end.</description>
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    <description>A ring of russet-spotted mushrooms encircles a particularly gnarled pin oak that twists its way up among straighter, thicker trees.  If the stories of faerie rings are to be believed, this oak must be well thought of among the fae to have gained the protection of their ring.  Indeed, the oak tree seems the only one of the forest's trees to revel in the darkness.</description>
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    <description>The broken branch of a tremendous oak slopes down out of the pitch-blackness above and touches the ground.  Blood ivy and sathmoor moss crawl up the branch's sharp incline toward the forest canopy.</description>
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    <description>As dark as the forest is, there are shadows even darker that dance through the trees like living things.  Mist rises from the damp ground like wisps of smoke and gives everything a ghostly, bleached-out look.</description>
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    <description>Moss-clad stones and splintery, rotting sticks interrupt the otherwise soft ground.  The sound of dripping water seems to come from everywhere yet nowhere in particular.  Most of the time, the drips sound flat as if they have landed on leaves or other porous matter, but occasionally they ring with a higher pitch as they land in water.</description>
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    <description>The great age of the forest is spoken from each bent limb, gnarled knothole and twisted root of the massive hardwood trees towering overhead.  Even the newer growth of young pines that feed on the rotting remains of their forbearers seems wizened in this forest.</description>
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    <description>The feeble-looking saplings dotting the understory have obviously been growing slowly in the dimness for many years judging by the thickness of their bark.  They patiently wait for a larger tree or branch to fall and open a spot in the dense canopy.</description>
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    <description>The burden of the forest's darkness settles down upon the shoulders of those who travel below, as if the trees wished to pass on the weighty gloom they've carried for too long.  From above comes the sound of sinister whisperings that rustle through the leafy canopy from tree to tree.</description>
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    <description>Color is a luxury afforded only by light, so it is nearly nonexistent here.  The understory is painted in deep monochromes of blacks and browns, and textures take the place of hues to vary the landscape.  Each tree, thick or thin, bent or straight, is clad in slightly different bark.  Some are smooth like taut skin, many are fine-grained like alligator hide, while others' bark is rough and squared like roof shingles.</description>
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    <description>The splintered bottom half of an ironwood juts from the ground like an enormous pointed fang from a blackened jaw.  Apparently the victim of a lightening strike, the tree's top half and branches have been shattered and lay in a wide circumference on the ground.</description>
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    <description>The matted layer of composting materials littering the forest floor is disturbed here, as though thrown into the air during a scuffle.  Like a flag of surrender raised above the battlefield, a small scrap of dirty white cloth clings to a broken stick.  A spattering of crimson visible against the pale, freshly broken wood seems to indicate the fight did not end peacefully.</description>
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    <description>Shadows hang from the bony limbs of the forest canopy in great dusky swaths that meet the rising mist and conceal the understory from the eyes of the outside world.  Sounds echo through the wood, reverberating and becoming so distorted that their sources are unidentifiable as anything of this plane.</description>
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    <description>Blood ivy cloaks the dark ironwoods with crimson filigree that shivers with the movements of tiny insects and tree frogs that live within.  The bright red leaves enable the vine to absorb more of the dim light available in the understory than their verdant counterparts.  Ironically, because it has become so adapted to the darkness, the blood ivy dies when it reaches the bright sunlit top layer of the forest canopy.</description>
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    <description>Pale fungus growing in small shelves spirals around the thick trunk of a locust tree like a tiny stairway leading upwards into shadow.  Local legends say they are made by the woodfae that protect the trees of the forest and that harm will surely come to anyone who interferes with their work.</description>
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    <description>Buzzing black flies hover over what appears to be a moldy blue sack slouched against the broad base of a black oak tree.  The cloth sags limply over oddly protruding lumps and a rotted leather boot peeks out one end.</description>
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    <description>The silence of the somber forest envelops you like the gulfs of night embrace a dying star.  Time here doesn't have the same quality as it does elsewhere, as everything seems either unmoving or at least very slow.</description>
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    <description>Spindly shoots adorned with only a pale leaf or two spring up from a low mound in the mulch.  Whatever lay composting beneath the leaf-strewn mound is nourishing the next generation of the forest that will compete for a space in the canopy when an elder falls.</description>
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    <description>The foul smell of dung rises from a rather large pile near the base of a towering hawthorn tree.  A conference of black flies begins to assemble for the occasion.</description>
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    <description>The trees crowd close, their thick rope-like roots making the ground uneven and breaking through the leaf litter in spots.  Here and there, the roots frame murky holes leading down into the earth that look like open maws waiting to gobble an ill-placed foot.</description>
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    <description>Undulating rust-colored tendrils of sathmoor moss twist and tangle through tree roots and a copse of unfortunate mountain laurel that is being strangled by the parasitic vines.  Clusters of the moss' grape-like seeds occasionally drop from the canopy far above, landing with a series of thudding sounds that could easily be mistaken for footfalls.</description>
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    <description>The muddy ground squishes sickeningly underfoot and makes traveling through the area very slow going.  Sodden earth and rotting vegetation form a sticky, spongy mat that is unwilling to easily release its hold.</description>
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    <description>Feather-leafed ferns cluster along the muddy edge of a shallow frog pool.  Some broad cypress trees grow near the water, but few other trees do.  The sparseness of trees in the pond creates a break in the canopy that allows a few stars to peek into view.</description>
    <description>Feather-leafed ferns cluster near a muddy frog pool.  Some broad cypress trees grow along the dirty edge of the water, their fluted bases connected to their reflections, but few other trees do.  The sparseness of trees in the pond creates a break in the canopy that allows thin shafts of sunlight to filter down into this otherwise shaded place.</description>
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    <description>To the south, a shallow pool sprawls beneath the forest canopy.  Its calm surface looks like a sheet of black glass until a falling leaf or skittering insect disturbs the illusion and sends concentric circles rippling outward from their movement.</description>
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    <description>Deepening shadows created by the thick leafy canopy soaring overhead foster a sense of forboding where the seeds of fear may be found.  Broad-leafed plants nourished on decaying vegetation creep along the forest floor seeking whatever dim light might reach them.  The acrid smell of rot and fetid earth hangs heavily in the air.</description>
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    <description>The dense forest seems thinner to the south, where breaks in the trees allow shimmering twinkles of silver starlight to rain down on the slumbering underbrush.  Above, there is no such break in the canopy and the darkness of the leafy cover is blacker than the night sky could ever be.</description>
    <description>The dense forest seems thinner to the south, where color and the golden warmth of sunlight seem to live without the deadening pall of eternal darkness that envelops the Paasvadh.</description>
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    <description>The ground slopes down toward a swampy pool to the east and the spongy carpet of decaying mulch covering the forest floor is so soggy here that each step is a struggle.  The towering trees nearby seem rooted in the black muck out of sheer unwillingness to fight against its sticky stubbornness.</description>
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    <description>A fallen tree covered in tufted pillows of green and brown moss lays partially submerged in the dark waters of the shallow pond nearby.  Nearly as tall as two Gor'Togs, its gangly root ball has been pulled out of the soft mud and cleaned of soil by years of rainfall.</description>
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    <description>Though too dark to see, a plentitude of insects is evidenced by the constant humming and buzzing that underlies the croaking of frogs.  Other less recognizable sounds occasionally pierce the gloomy silence and echo through the wood.</description>
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  <node id="205" name="Paasvadh Forest, Understory" color="#FFBF00">
    <description>Gossamer strands of an immense spider web stretch between the gnarled black branches of a dead sourwood tree half-buried in the mud.  The fine lines of the perfectly formed web catch the faintest light and glisten with moisture rising from the wet ground.  Now and again, the web twitches with the movements of its architect, a black orb weaver hidden by the darkness.</description>
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  <node id="206" name="Paasvadh Forest, Understory" color="#FFBF00">
    <description>The smell of death and decay undiluted by even the slightest breeze is chokingly strong.  Each squishy step releases a fresh plume of miasma that hangs low in the air and attracts a cloud of insects.</description>
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  <node id="207" name="Paasvadh Forest, Understory" color="#FFBF00">
    <description>In the soggy landscape surrounding the forest pool, many species of frogs croak their gravelly songs from the darkness.  There is a great range in their varied voices.  Some have a deep, guttural tone and hold their note for a roisan or more, while others have a higher-pitched allegro song and still others carry the mid-range with a halting staccato.</description>
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  <node id="208" name="Paasvadh Forest, Understory">
    <description>Strange sounds filter down through the shadows from the treetops, often accompanied by a shower of twigs, leaves and nuts from a soaring peregan tree nearby.  Judging from the profuse litter of cracked open nutshells on the ground, it is apparent that something strong in this forest enjoys their meat.</description>
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  <node id="209" name="Paasvadh Forest, Understory">
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  <node id="211" name="Paasvadh Forest, Understory">
    <description>Sathmoor moss smothers the ground, feeding on the decaying mat of leaves and dead wood.  To the south, a large mound covered with the moss' invasive tendrils resembles a flattened ball of twine the color of dried blood.</description>
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  <node id="212" name="Paasvadh Forest, Understory">
    <description>The ancient forest seems to resonate with secrets gleaned from having witnessed many ages of men passing beneath.  Shadows cling to everything, making the darkness blacker and further shrouding the understory in mystery.</description>
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    <description>Grease-clotted sticky black mud lies thickly on the stony ground and a dark mist hangs from the trees.  Moisture drips sluggishly from unseen sources and everything feels cold and clammy to the touch.</description>
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    <description>Long knotted tendrils of grey-green maiden's tress moss hang from the unseen boughs above and fall gently to the ground where the dampness colors them a muddy brown.  A circle of spindly white mushrooms pushes through the spongy mat of rotting leaves and seems too bright and clean to belong in the understory.</description>
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    <description>The buildings within the compound have steeply pitched roofs that help ward off the elements during the harsher seasons.  A broad expanse of sere grass which lies between the gate and large buildings is littered with rock and boulders.</description>
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  <node id="217" name="Clerics' Guild, Foyer" note="Cleric">
    <description>Carved granite urns filled with leafy ferns flank a silverwood door.  Octagonal tiles of silver-flecked black stone line the floor.  The walls feature frescos that depict the same landscape during each of the four seasons.</description>
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  <node id="218" name="Clerics' Guild, Gathering Room">
    <description>A large stone fireplace dominates one wall of the windowless room.  A mismatched pair of shabby leather chairs huddles close to the hearth, while battered pine benches, with iron braziers placed beside them to warm chilled toes, provide extra seating.  Tables topped with carved slabs of granite, each boasting a pewter candelabrum, are placed within easy reach of most of the seating.</description>
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    <description>Polished copper pots and pans hang upon the wall on either side of a large stove.  Candle sconces are affixed to the other walls, between cluttered shelves stacked with culinary equipment and supplies.  A pair of large trestle tables fills most of the room, surrounded by threadbare runners lining the barely passable areas between the fixtures and the benches by the tables.</description>
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    <description>Wool hangings woven into geometric patterns cover the walls, creating a windbreak between the door and the rest of the guildhall.  Dried flakes of mud cling to a brass bootjack shoved halfway underneath a silverwillow wicker chair.  A wooden rack holds numerous pairs of footwear, most of which have been encrusted in various substances.</description>
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    <description>Several forlorn stalks of wheat still stand, seemingly huddled against the wall for protection against the voracious vines blanketing the rest of the field.  Crows perch on the weathered rock, eyeing the abandoned bounty.  Occasionally something rustles through the greenery, causing the vines to seem to move with a life of their own.</description>
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  <node id="246" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Adder's Coil" note="Vela'Tohr Edge|Adder's Coil">
    <description>A malevolent garden borne of secrets unknown to mortals, the forest's edge is inviting to the adventurous of spirit, yet foreboding to the strong of mind.  Dark red-tinged creeper vines drape across skeletal claw-like trees, evoking the image of poisonous adders writhing in the sky above.</description>
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  <node id="247" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Adder's Coil">
    <description>The audible trickling of water beckons seductively from its unseen source.  A twisted myriad of dark vines stretch from the treetops above, blocking out all light -- whether by sun or star.  It is a wonder that anything grows on the forest's floor at all.</description>
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  <node id="248" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Adder's Coil">
    <description>Thin veils of black widow's lace grass drape over the soft soil, silencing every step as if it were enfolded in its own void.  The foliage seems to stir constantly when glimpsed peripherally, yet no movement can be discerned in the immediate surroundings.</description>
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  <node id="249" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Adder's Coil">
    <description>A severely knotted witchclaw tree rises in the center of the path, its barren branches entangled in pale silver amethyst vines blooming with vibrant violet blossoms.  The scene is a stark contrast of despair and beauty, one that is prevalent in this mysterious forest.</description>
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  <node id="250" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Adder's Coil">
    <description>Soft patches of black lichen show up sparsely on the soil, intertwined with widow's lace and dark green moss.  Trees of all shapes, sizes and colors writhe up from the soil in all directions.  Woven amidst the branches of every tree are dark green vines tinged with a crimson gleam, a curious sign of foreboding to the experienced tracker.</description>
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  <node id="251" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Adder's Coil">
    <description>Tangled masses of dark green vines dangle down from their perches, interwoven into the treetop canopy far above the forest floor.  The rustling of leaves is audible in the distance, yet the presence of wildlife seems strangely absent.</description>
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  <node id="252" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Adder's Coil">
    <description>A teetering wild plum tree flanks the path, burdened by a shawl of the omnipresent green vines tinged with red highlights.  The thorns of each vine dig and pierce into the wounded tree's fleshy bark, as if feasting upon fallen prey.</description>
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  <node id="253" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Adder's Coil">
    <description>The pungent aroma of jasmine perfumes the air, although no blossoms are visible.  Silvery strands of a tangled widow's web stretch between the branches of a stunted witchclaw tree, adorning it like a fine-jeweled platinum glove.</description>
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  <node id="254" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Adder's Coil">
    <description>A single tree lies toppled in the pathway, covered with a carpet of red-thorned dark green vines.  With sporadic movements, the vines twitch and twist over the withering ironwood husk, as if sapping it of its very life.</description>
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    <description>Giant ferns sweep out into the pathway here, brushing passersby with their feathery fronds.  The distant sounds of trickling water cascades through the air, beckoning from the depths of the mysterious wood.</description>
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    <description>A massive black willow looms the height of twenty Gor'Togs or more, casting a pall of shade over the silent forest floor.  The sheer number and variety of shrubs, trees, and vines basking beneath it is startling, as if this lush forest was host to every variety of plant known to mortals -- and surely some that have yet to be discovered.</description>
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  <node id="257" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Adder's Coil">
    <description>A pool of gleaming silvery water yawns open in the earth, its surface glassy and serene.  Blooming amethyst vines emerge from its depths to coil up the side of a nearby yew tree.  The darker crimson-tinted vines seem to shy away from the pool, rejecting the nourishment it supplies.</description>
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  <node id="259" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Adder's Coil">
    <description>Silvery dew trickles off of the dark green vines dangling from the verdant patchwork sky, forming small pools of glassy crystal that echo their muted cries of disruption at each intermittent drop.</description>
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    <description>A single tree lies rotting and shattered amidst a colony of its healthier brethren.  The omnipresent thorny red-tinted vines are curiously absent around it, although what is left of its bark has been scarred horribly with gouge marks.</description>
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  <node id="262" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Adder's Coil">
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    <description>Tufts of dry, scraggly witchgrass nestle at the base of a nearby tree to garner shelter and shade.  This particular tree looks rather sickly, as if stricken with something that its neighbors have not yet caught.</description>
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    <description>The surroundings grow dimmer, the flora itself seeming more monotone than at the entrance to this bizarre garden.  Moving into the heart of the wood, everything seems to shift from vibrant, explosive colors into chalky, dull greys.</description>
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    <description>A soft buzzing sound emanates from a hollow beneath one of the silverwillows crowding the banks of a small stream.  Grass grows throughout, thinning and losing color as it approaches the waterline.  A narrow trail leads southerly towards a healthier region of the forest.</description>
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    <description>Stunted trees press in from all sides, grabbing at hair and clothing.  Tatters of grey moss caught in the branches flutter like shrouds snatched from the restless dead.  In curious contrast to the distorted trees, a lush carpet of black widow's lace grass provides a gloriously dark setting for colorful mounds of flowering adder's tongue.</description>
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    <description>Crone's hair moss hangs in clumps from the barren, twisted limbs of a massive oak.  Gnarled roots reach out in all directions from the base of the hulking tree to trip the unwary.  From somewhere nearby comes the muted sound of running water.</description>
    <description>Pallid streaks of daylight pierce the canopy to cast dappled shadows on the ground.  Crone's hair moss hangs in clumps from the barren, twisted limbs of a massive oak.  Gnarled roots reach out in all directions from the base of the hulking tree to trip the unwary.  From somewhere nearby comes the muted sound of running water.</description>
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  <node id="269" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Blighted Tangle">
    <description>The limbs of elder trees interweave overhead, blocking out any glimpse of the sky.  Somehow, a thick undergrowth of creeping vines and pale ferns thrive in the perpetual dusk, threatening to block the path at every turn.  Pale wisps of mists drift like aimless wraiths through the tangle of vines and trees.</description>
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    <description>Festooned with ropy grey blankets of moss, the gnarled limbs of an enormous oak stretch overhead.  Deep gouges, the width of a finger or more, mar the bark of the forest giant.  The edges of the gouges are weathered, proving the damage occurred some time ago, yet the tree still weeps viscous dribbles of sap.</description>
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    <description>A huge oak tree dominates the center of the clearing, lifting its great branches up to the sky.  Crone's hair moss hangs in clumps from the barren limbs while gnarled roots snake out in all directions to trip the unwary.  Wan light filters down to cast dappled shadows on the ground.</description>
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    <description>Barely audible, the trickling of water whispers seductively from its unseen source.  Lush green vines armed with red thorns smother the eastern flank of the massive oak tree, yielding grudgingly to the grey moss swaying from the leafless limbs.  Rocky soils shows dark amidst scraggly patches of thin grass.</description>
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    <description>Cloyingly thick, the omnipresent stench of the stream permeates the area with a sickening miasma.  Icy fingers of mist slither around once prospering trees, as if groping blindly for victims to choke.  Dim reflections float on the dark waters, shattering and reforming with the slow moving current.</description>
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    <description>Skeletal tree limbs stretch imploringly up to the sky, withered leaves clinging tenaciously despite strong mountain winds.  A roiling mist clings to the surface of the stream coursing through the oaks and silverwillows.  The slick rocks bordering the stream are streaked with strangely luminescent lichen.</description>
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    <description>Chill tendrils of mist rise from a malodorous stream coursing through the tangle.  The yellowish fog eddies eerily around the tree trunks, swirling in response to shifts in the air currents and movement of any living thing.  The bare limbs of sickly silverwillow trees stretch across the path, as if poised to scratch or ensnare the unwary.</description>
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    <description>Thin veils of mist chill the air.  Riddled with splotches of fungus, the scaly black trunks of pine trees rise up all around.  Overhead, thick branches lock together and support a tangled mat of moss and vines.  Brown needles cover the ground, hiding tripping hazards like protruding roots and treacherous stones.</description>
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    <description>A ridge heaves up sharply from the forest floor, a long rise of stone and earth curved like a claw.  Trees cling to its flanks, their leafy canopies shrouding the world in darkness.  Smelling of crisp pine and the less pleasant scent of decay, pale mists rise from the black earth and curl through the scatter of rocks and trees.</description>
    <description>A ridge heaves up sharply from the forest floor, a long rise of stone and earth curved like a claw.  Trees cling to its flanks, their leafy canopies shrouding the world in grey twilight.  Smelling of crisp pine and the less pleasant scent of decay, pale mists rise from the black earth and curl through the scatter of rocks and trees.</description>
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  <node id="290" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Blighted Tangle">
    <description>A narrow track ends abruptly where a massive shoulder of black granite juts from the side of the mountain.  Part of the cliff has collapsed, leaving a great jumble of fallen rock that partially blocks a dark cave mouth.  A thick blanket of yellow-green lichen spreads over much of the area, aglow with a dim patches of phosphorescent light.</description>
    <description>A narrow track ends abruptly where a massive shoulder of black granite juts from the side of the mountain.  Part of the cliff has collapsed, leaving a great jumble of fallen rock that partially blocks a dark cave mouth.  Sheltered from the sun's cruel light by the stony slopes, a thick blanket of yellow-green lichen spreads over much of the area.</description>
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  <node id="291" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Canopied Trail">
    <description>Towering ironwoods spread their canopies over the stunted oaks and scrubby pines, the sparsely leafed limbs interlacing in a web of rot-riddled wood that hangs low over the narrow ridge rising up from the forest floor.  A few of the lower branches of the trees are broken, as if something large had passed this way recently.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb sloping ridge" destination="280" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sloping path" destination="637" />
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  <node id="292" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Cave Mouth">
    <description>The cave mouth opens into a broad interior passage that extends out of sight in the darkness to the north.  Slow drops of water fall from the ceiling, striking the floor with a splat that echoes off the rock walls.  A low, breathy chittering accompanies the rustling of leathery wings overhead.  Underfoot, bat guano covers the floor and holds the tracks of some large, bipedal creature.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go cave mouth" destination="290" />
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  <node id="293" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>A shifting flock of large bats blankets the cavern's ceiling.  Occasionally, one of the creatures flexes its wings with a papery rustle.  Other, less readily identifiable sounds tease along the edge of hearing, distorted by the echoing tunnels.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="295" />
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  <node id="294" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Illuminating patches of lichen cling to the walls, giving off a pallid phosphorescent glow.  A soft scratching sound can be heard coming from somewhere nearby, although between the echo of dripping water and the dim surroundings, the source cannot be easily pinpointed.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="293" />
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  <node id="295" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Although lost to sight in the darkness shrouding the ceiling, the scratching of claws on rock and the quiet squeaks of bats can be clearly heard.  Every visible surface of tunnel is streaked with guano that fills the air with an acrid odor.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="303" />
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  <node id="296" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Signs point to something or someone bent on improving upon nature's design, transforming these subterranean tunnels from an uninhabited warren into a permanent lair.  Crooked timbers reinforce stone walls and some attempt has been made to level the floor.  A ragged hide flap covers an opening in the north wall.</description>
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  <node id="297" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>A vile combination of wood smoke, unwashed bodies, rotting garbage and bat guano fills the area with a stomach-churning aroma.  The air itself has an oily feel, leaving a film on the skin and clothing of anyone attempting to pick their way through the piles that obstruct the burrow.</description>
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  <node id="298" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>The tunnel narrows here, sloping sharply upwards to the north.  A thick layer of dust and guano coats the passage floor.  Tiny, glowing red eyes peer down from the cavern's ceiling, and a dry rustling fills the air like autumn leaves stirred by wind.</description>
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  <node id="299" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Narrowing significantly, the dark stone enclosing the tunnel seems to press inwards, and a whisper of chill air swirls through the area from above.  The high-pitched chittering of bats fills the tunnel, yet every so often the noise ceases abruptly for several heartbeats before resuming.</description>
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  <node id="300" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>The tunnel slopes down to the south, gradually curving out of sight.  Trickles of icy water seep from the rock walls, collecting in thin rivulets that spill down the floor of the steeply slanted passage.  A broken spear shaft lies amidst a scattering of well-gnawed bones.  Faint scratching and rustling noises echo up the tunnel from below.</description>
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  <node id="301" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>The geometrically precise tunnel forms a straight, if somewhat steep, passage through dark granite walls.  Scrapes mar the stone and disturb the dust lying thick on the floor, as if something large and heavy has been dragged this way.</description>
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  <node id="302" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows" note="Cursed Door" color="#FFBF00">
    <description>The rough texture of the stone walls is further marred by gouges and scorch marks.  Splintered bones and broken axes give mute testimony to a battle here in the past.  Chipped columns support a lintel over an elaborately carved granite door.  Set heart-high on a tall Elf, a glowing crystal embedded in the door bathes the area with an eldritch light.</description>
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  <node id="303" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>The rough granite walls of the cavern stretch into darkness.  The faint tang of guano is carried on a draft from some deeper part of the passage.  A crude rope braided from vines tacitly invites exploration of the area above.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb vine rope" destination="312" />
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  <node id="304" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Various stone and steel mining equipment lies scattered around the room, bearing the dents and scars of frequent use.  Well-braced crossbeams are spaced out along this section of the tunnel, occasionally creaking in reminder of the tremendous weight they are supporting.  A ragged hide flap covers an opening in the south wall.</description>
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  <node id="305" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>The walls in this part of the cave are decorated with crude patterns.  Although primitive in design, the patterns are intricately painted in streaks of ash-black and rusty brown.  Bones have been attached to the walls, but the effect seems more decorative than structural.  Polished to a gleaming white, the bones glitter in the dim light of the banked fire in the center of the cavern.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="308" />
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  <node id="306" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Pile upon pile of poorly tanned hides cover the ground, making it nearly impossible to move about without finding some sort of skin underfoot.  In the center of the cave, an unscraped goatskin is stretched tautly over a makeshift frame.</description>
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  <node id="307" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Thin trickles of water creep down the walls, feeding the pool that fills most of this cavern.  The oily surface gleams faintly in the subdued glow of the reflected firelight from the south.  Despite the noxious odor of the water, the multitude of tracks on the muddy floor indicates that the pool is a popular place with the denizens of the tunnels.</description>
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  <node id="308" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Signs of intelligent life are apparent in the tunnels.  The ceiling of this roughly worked passage is more even, the cave floor more regular, than any natural fissure.  Long, sweeping femurs and radii reinforce the walls, cemented into place to give the impression of some gargantuan serpent's rib cage viewed from within.  A faint whiff of smoke drifts past, carrying the promise of heat to drive away the mountain's pervasive chill from weary limbs.</description>
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  <node id="309" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Compared to the rest of the living quarters, this area is neatly arranged.  A small pile of hay rests against one wall, and a pallet of furs is pushed up against the other.  Between the two sits a flat boulder covered with small bundles of twigs and a piece of flint.</description>
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  <node id="310" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Mounds of hides fill the modest sized cavern, each apparently a separate sleeping space.  The lumpy piles are all empty, with no sign of their residents' current whereabouts.  Crude boxes clutter the area, providing a modicum of storage.</description>
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  <node id="311" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Chisel marks score the rock where ceiling and walls have been altered to enlarge the tunnel for easier passage.  Clumps of luminescent lichen illuminate the dark stone, causing flecks of mica to glint erratically like spirits trying to manifest just beneath the surface of the granite.</description>
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  <node id="312" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Spidery cracks run across the walls, and one of the larger fissures sports a small colony of moss.  The dust on the floor shows scuffed trails between a rickety ladder and the tunnel stretching to the northeast.  Anchored by a large boulder, a rope braided from vines leads down into the pit dominating the center of the room.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rickety ladder" destination="313" />
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  <node id="313" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Slow drops of water leak from the ceiling and strike the floor with soft splats that echo through the tunnel.  Luminescent lichen flourishes in the damp environment, splotching the wall with dimly glowing streaks of blue-green.  Tiny mushrooms poke up from the moss alongside the wall.  The top of a ladder rests against the ledge, secured to the rock with rusted iron spikes.</description>
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  <node id="314" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Sloping downward to the east, a narrow ledge runs along the wall.  Beneath it, a sheer drop-off plunges dizzyingly into darkness, offering no purchase to climb down into the depths.  Some steps have been crudely cut into the side of the cliff face above, rising in a series of narrow switchbacks.</description>
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  <node id="315" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Carved from the solid bedrock, a switchback of granite stairs zigzags up the northern wall while more steps cut into the cliff face lead down to the space below.  The wide ledge offers access to caves to the east and southwest.  Clusters of wickedly curved fangs decorated with black beads hang from the tops of poles leaning against the cavern walls along the ledge.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="316" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb granite stairs" destination="318" />
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  <node id="316" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Swirls and scuffs in the dust on the floor testify to vigorous action by large feet.  Deep gouges inflicted by heavy objects wielded with unimaginable strength scar the walls of what can only be a training ground.  Riddled with broken arrows, a target dummy is wedged into a tight corner.</description>
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  <node id="317" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Wedged into the corners of the room, crude wooden bins hold withered carrots and moldy onions, wrinkled potatoes oozing reddish-brown liquid, and weevil-filled bags of coarsely ground flour.  Animal carcasses are slung from rusty hooks embedded in the ceiling.  The floor is sticky underfoot, though it's hard to tell in the dim light whether spilled food or blood is the cause.  Low benches surround a long granite block that serves as a table.  Some sort of brownish crust speckles the top of the rough stone.</description>
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  <node id="318" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Worn smooth over time, granite stairs lead down into the lower caverns.  A fraying rope ladder hangs against the wall, leading into the darkness overhead.  The corners of the cavern are filled with discarded rubbish.</description>
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    <description>Damp walls close in tightly, thin rivulets of water trickling and dripping into puddles on the stone floor.  The rough granite has been partially smoothed into angular planes of chiseled rock.  A flickering torch dimly illuminates the tunnel and provides evidence that this area is regularly traveled.</description>
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  <node id="320" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Patches of lichen cling to the walls, giving off a pallid phosphorescent glow.  Deep gouges mar the surface of the rough stone where something made a futile attempt to extend this underground burrow.  Pile upon pile of ratty goatskins and straw cover the ground, making it nearly impossible to move about without finding some sort of makeshift bedding underfoot.</description>
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  <node id="321" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Various crude fletching tools and supplies lie scattered around the area, showing signs of frequent use.  Unstrung longbows are racked on the weapons stands lining the cavern walls.  Wood shavings and bone chips litter the floor around benches drawn up around the firepit in the center of the cavern.</description>
    <position x="460" y="-180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="319" />
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  <node id="322" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Moisture seeps through cracks in the tunnel's roof, filling the air with dampness and the sound of dripping water.  A rope ladder, lashed securely to a large outcropping, leads down into the lower tunnels.  Though frayed, it appears sturdy enough to allow more climbers to pass along its length.</description>
    <position x="380" y="-220" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="326" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb fraying ladder" destination="318" />
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  <node id="323" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Damp walls close in tightly, thin rivulets of water trickling and dripping into puddles on the stone floor.  The rough granite has been partially smoothed into angular planes of chiseled rock.  A flickering torch dimly illuminates the tunnel and provides evidence that this area is regularly traveled.</description>
    <position x="400" y="-220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="325" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="322" />
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  <node id="324" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>A single boulder, too large to lift or move, sits in the exact center of the cave.  Scraps of food litter the uneven floor between piles of makeshift straw bedding.  The low rocky ceiling and cramped quarters leave little room to move around.</description>
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  <node id="325" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Mounds of straw are arranged haphazardly around this dank cave, heaped with crudely tanned furs to form warm, if somewhat smelly, beds.  Moldering piles of refuse, tossed aside by now absent inhabitants, collect in the corners.  The visible portions of the stone floor are streaked with ash, leftovers from past fires and attempts at fires.</description>
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  <node id="326" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Poorly tanned hides have been stretched over tall wooden poles to form a windbreak around a jagged fissure.  Dry flakes of snow swirl into the tunnel with each gust of wind.  Footprints on the dusty stone floor bear mute witness to others who have passed this way.  The passage narrows slightly as it inclines steeply downward, away from the fissure.</description>
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  <node id="327" name="Hag's Crag, Overhang">
    <description>Dead timber, perhaps stacked by previous hunters, is encased in ice and creates a snowy fence.  Strategically placed in relation to the steady wind currents, it provides a formidable barricade on the western edge of the overlook.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go icy fissure" destination="326" />
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  <node id="328" name="Hag's Crag, Vela'Tohr Overlook">
    <description>The cold wind screams relentlessly, sending pebbled shards and icy gravel skittering across the frozen ground.  Powerful gusts cause even the strongest of hunters to sway precariously -- a false step would result in a very long fall.</description>
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  <node id="329" name="Hag's Crag, Vela'Tohr Overlook">
    <description>Frigid winds caress the area with icy fingertips, leaving traces of rimy fingerprints upon the hard rock.  Icy pebbles and small stones litter the frozen ground like shattered pieces of cut glass.</description>
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  <node id="330" name="Hag's Crag, Vela'Tohr Overlook">
    <description>A massive rockslide hinders easy travel to the north, partially sheltering the area from the bitterly cold winds.  The ground has been cleared of rubble and a few flat boulders are scattered randomly in small groupings.</description>
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="332" />
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  <node id="331" name="Hag's Crag, Vela'Tohr Overlook">
    <description>Light dustings of snow swirl upwards in odd shapes as tiny eddies sporadically shift and spin the white particles in all directions.  Occasionally, several of these unusual shapes group together and sprint across the frozen ground like deformed rabbits fleeing from an angry beast.</description>
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    <description>Shattered pieces of granite, finely dusted with tiny flecks of crystal, are strewn along the ground and encased in thin films of ice.  Occasionally, additional pieces careen down the mountainside, skittering to an abrupt halt to lie amidst the rocky debris that has accumulated.</description>
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  <node id="333" name="Hag's Crag, Vela'Tohr Overlook">
    <description>A set of rusted crampons with rotting leather straps is half buried beneath a large ice-covered granite boulder surrounded by oddly shaped clumps of snow.  Packed with particles of granite and frozen twigs, the wind has molded the hard-packed snow into sculptured creatures -- malformed and strangely menacing.</description>
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  <node id="334" name="Hag's Crag, Vela'Tohr Overlook">
    <description>Narrow shelves and dark fissures riddle the jagged cliffs looming above, offering temporary relief for those who dare the ascent of the towering mountain.  Although the stone rises sheer here and offers no holds, an icy crevice that has opened in the mountain wall invites any would-be climbers to explore.  Strong winds buffet even the most tenacious traveler, threatening to remove all in its path in order to restore the sterile beauty of frozen stone.</description>
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  <node id="335" name="Hag's Crag, Vela'Tohr Overlook">
    <description>Deep gouges formed by wind and ice mar the hard granite of the mountainside.  Rivulets of water that have dribbled down from these small crevices are forever frozen, forming strangely shaped ice sculptures upon the sleek rock.</description>
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  <node id="336" name="Hag's Crag, Vela'Tohr Overlook">
    <description>Cold air sinks from above, chilling the bare stone underfoot.  Nature's hand has carved a vast plateau from the cliffs that overlook the Vela'Tohr Woods.  The night sky and mountain's shadows conspire to obscure the source of a muffled clattering punctuated with sharp pops and snaps.</description>
    <description>Glimmers of blue-white frost soften the stark lines of the bare stone underfoot.  Nature's hand has carved a vast plateau from the cliffs that overlook the Vela'Tohr Woods.  Directly below, twisted skeletal trees huddle against the granite crags as if seeking protection from the icy winds that whistle down from the passes.  The Woods spread south and west, growing noticeably lusher further away from the mountain.  Far in the distance, the Liirewsag River can be seen winding its way towards Sawstwar Lake.</description>
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  <node id="337" name="Vela'Tohr Overlook, Cliff's Edge">
    <description>A thin layer of frost streaks the cliffside, creating a somewhat more treacherous climb on the rocky slope leading downwards.  The wind howls forlornly, lovingly embracing courageous climbers in an icy grasp as it fills the air with eerie laments.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rocky slope" destination="339" />
  </node>
  <node id="338" name="Hag's Crag, Cliff Base">
    <description>A massive rockslide comprised of broken boulders and ice-covered granite rock ends abruptly against the mountainside.  Looming above is a completely vertical, unscalable cliff, its sides coated with solid ice.  Enclosed on three sides, this small area is sheltered from the omnipresent wind scouring the rest of the mountain.</description>
    <position x="440" y="-280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb massive rockslide" destination="330" />
  </node>
  <node id="339" name="Vela'Tohr Overlook, Rocky Cliff" note="RTF25|RT-VO-DB" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Horizontal cracks rive the rock face below, offering scant finger- and toeholds.  The slope rising above this small ledge angles inward for a slightly easier climb.  Crumbling stone and small pebbles trickle down the cliff, careening and echoing noisily as they make their rapid descent.  The temperature begins to drop considerably in the higher altitude.</description>
    <position x="560" y="-220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rocky slope" destination="337" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb horizontal cracks" destination="340" />
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  <node id="340" name="Vela'Tohr Overlook, Precarious Shelf" note="Sirese">
    <description>Scraggly clumps of sirese flowers, partially protected by the rising cliff, grow bravely amidst the accumulation of rubble scattered haphazardly on the hard ground.  Horizontal cracks striate the cliff -- strange handprints left by nature along the coarse stone wall.</description>
    <position x="560" y="-200" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb horizontal cracks" destination="339" />
  </node>
  <node id="341" name="Vela'Tohr Overlook, Precarious Shelf">
    <description>A crumbling path arises from the foothills below, opening onto a rather large rocky shelf.  Pieces of charred wood sitting within a circle of rocks give testament to previous hikers' campfires.</description>
    <position x="540" y="-200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="340" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb crumbling path" destination="342" />
  </node>
  <node id="342" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Rocky Cliff">
    <description>A steep switchback trail from the foothills below ends abruptly on a small plateau.  Dead brush and thorny bushes partially obscure a crumbling path that continues the ascent up the mountainside.  The rocky ground is swept clean of the usual fallen debris by the strong gusts of wind whipping around the cliff edge.  No leaves or twigs crunch underfoot and the lack of scent normally associated with growing vegetation leaves the area feeling curiously sterile.</description>
    <position x="540" y="-180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb crumbling path" destination="341" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb switchback trail" destination="343" />
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  <node id="343" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Withered Foothills">
    <description>Partially obscured by the rock and crushed stone is the beginning of a steep switchback trail ascending upwards.  High overhead, rocky shelves and occasional overhangs mar the treacherous sides of the looming cliff that rises skyward.</description>
    <position x="540" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="344" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb switchback trail" destination="342" />
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  <node id="344" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Withered Foothills" note="RTF22|RT-VO-BC" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Small rugged pebbles and sharp rock splinters scatter the area, runoff from the majestic mountain towering above.  Random spots of green -- vegetation battling with the debris it's buried in -- offer muted color amidst the drab shards.</description>
    <position x="560" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="345" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="343" />
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  <node id="345" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Withered Foothills">
    <description>A lone vela'tohr plant grows stoically amidst hard packed ground comprised of small pebbles and stone, tiny remnants from the mountain that looms above it.  It stands, a vigilant sentinel, before a rough trail that leads back to a denser part of the woods.</description>
    <position x="580" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="344" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rough trail" destination="346" />
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  <node id="346" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Withered Foothills">
    <description>The distant sound of falling rocks echoes faintly from above where something makes it way along the heights.  Amidst this desolation of skeletal trees and barren crags, a rough trail leads up the mountain, vanishing into the dark.</description>
    <description>Amidst this desolation of skeletal trees and barren crags, Asketi's Mount dominates the view as it thrusts skyward.  When the wind blows from the north, long plumes of snow fly from the high peak like banners.  A rough trail disappears beyond a switchback upslope from here.</description>
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="347" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rough trail" destination="345" />
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  <node id="347" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Withered Foothills" note="RTF23|RT-VO-PT" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Clinging precariously to the stony ground, scrub pines sway and rustle in time with the fickle wind.  Pebbles shift alarmingly underfoot and a few skitter over the edge of the ridge, a perilous reminder of rockslides.  Stubborn ice glints dully from the shadowed clefts in the granite cliffs.</description>
    <description>With the ridge dropping sharply towards the forest below, the narrow track hugs the mountain looming to the north.  Tenacious scrub pines cling to the stony ground, growing in defiance of strong winds and occasional rockslides.  Stubborn ice fills shadowed clefts in the granite cliffs.</description>
    <position x="580" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="348" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="346" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow cleft" destination="351" />
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  <node id="348" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Withered Foothills">
    <description>Curiously washed-out hues paint the landscape in stark and pallid detail.  Grass bleached to straw barely binds the soil together in the face of eroding winds and ice melt.  The trees growing on either side of the rutted track are stunted and spindly, roots exposed where exhausted earth has crumbled beneath the onslaught of the elements.</description>
    <position x="580" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="347" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="349" />
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  <node id="349" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Withered Foothills">
    <description>A stand of blanched and bare birch struggles to survive in the stony ground as the path climbs up the sparsely wooded rise.  The air lacks the rich scents of earth, loam and decay while underfoot the land is sere, showing evidence of a blight terrible enough to bleed the very life from the land.</description>
    <position x="600" y="0" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="348" />
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  <node id="350" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Withered Foothills" note="RTF24|RT-VO-HAG" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Bent and twisted by strong mountain winds, an ambitious copse of witchclaw trees struggles along the sloping rise.  Huddled in solitude at the edge of the ridge overlooking the tangle, a scraggly pine draped with veils of crone's hair moss broods over its reflection in a dark pool.</description>
    <position x="620" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="291" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="349" />
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  <node id="351" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Box Canyon">
    <description>Gutted from the mountain by wind and ice, the granite walls of the canyon pinch inward overhead to create scant shelter from the elements.  Powdery grey moss dapples the lower surfaces and the ground is carpeted with wind-blown dirt and leaves.  Chilly gusts whistle through the narrow opening to the south, carrying a faint scent of pine sap.  To the north, the cleft narrows further to form a tunnel leading deeper into the mountain.</description>
    <position x="560" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow opening" destination="347" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go dark tunnel" destination="352" />
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  <node id="352" name="Vela'Tohr Woods, Dark Burrows">
    <description>Dim light filters in through the opening.  The granite walls look different here, shifting from shades of black to light greys and blues.  The colors resolve into a faded mural emblazoned across the surface.  Though difficult to encompass with a casual glance, the image shows two groups: one is near the tunnel opening while the other is much farther away.  A two-headed adder separates the groups.</description>
    <position x="540" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="297" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go opening" destination="351" />
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  <node id="353" name="Hag's Crag, Glacial Precipice">
    <description>Rocks and boulders slick with hoarfrost have made their home on a small shelf and partially obscure an icy crevice that leads to the overlook below.  Scant, unidentifiable vegetation -- blighted leaves entombed in a frosty glaze -- huddle against the leeward side of some of the larger boulders.</description>
    <position x="520" y="-260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="354" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb icy crevice" destination="334" />
  </node>
  <node id="354" name="Hag's Crag, Glacial Precipice">
    <description>Piercing winds have carved out a small sheltered area where remnants from previous travelers are scattered carelessly among the rock shards and sharp pebbles.  Shattered ice axes, rusted pitons, and broken crampons comprise most of the abandoned refuse discarded in disorganized ice-covered heaps.</description>
    <position x="540" y="-260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="355" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="353" />
  </node>
  <node id="355" name="Hag's Crag, Glacial Precipice">
    <description>Overhead is a small icy ledge with frost-covered outcroppings and jagged edges.  Long icicles encrusted with dirt and pebbles grimly hang from its outer rim like the cuspidated upper fangs of a huge openmouthed creature.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="354" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb icy ledge" destination="356" />
  </node>
  <node id="356" name="Hag's Crag, Steep Cliff">
    <description>Above an icy ledge is a slippery slope peppered with jagged notches.  Occasional branches and sticks, protruding from the sides of the steep cliff, offer additional handholds to tempt those who dare climb it.</description>
    <position x="580" y="-300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb icy ledge" destination="355" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb slippery slope" destination="357" />
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  <node id="357" name="Hag's Crag, Cliff Ledge">
    <description>A small ledge offers minimal protection to the slippery slope beneath it.  Chunks of rock and stone are covered with hoarfrost, their sharp jagged surfaces hiding deceivingly under the white icy blanket.</description>
    <position x="600" y="-320" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb slippery slope" destination="356" />
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  <node id="358" name="Hag's Crag, Cliff Ledge" note="RTF31|RT-HAG-VO" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Nature's hand has carved out a steep escarpment that leads upwards.  Wind-filled tempests and natural elements have eroded and shaped it lovingly -- a harsh testament to the power they wield.</description>
    <position x="580" y="-320" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steep escarpment" destination="359" />
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  <node id="359" name="Hag's Crag, Widow's Respite">
    <description>Stunted evergreens with oddly shaped limbs guard a steep escarpment like hunchbacked Dwarven sentries protecting a forbidden pathway.  The deformed limbs are covered with withered, bent needles that are frozen solid, snapping easily with the slightest touch.</description>
    <position x="560" y="-320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="360" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steep escarpment" destination="358" />
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  <node id="360" name="Hag's Crag, Widow's Respite">
    <description>Huge boulders, glazed with thick crusts of white frost, butt up against the cliffside like broken snowmen left by a child's play.  Other small rocks and pebbles litter the ground, runoff from the steep cliffs towering above.</description>
    <position x="560" y="-340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="361" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="359" />
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  <node id="361" name="Hag's Crag, Widow's Respite">
    <description>The cold bitter winds are turbulent, echoing loudly throughout the area with a ghostly lament.  Occasional gusts are filled with icy particles and tiny sharp stone fragments that tear at clothes and exposed skin.</description>
    <position x="580" y="-360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="367" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="362" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="360" />
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  <node id="362" name="Hag's Crag, Widow's Respite">
    <description>Dozens of deep tracks left by unidentifiable animals in the now-frozen ground are filled with ice and rubble, making the terrain rugged and treacherous.  Frost-covered rock slivers and chipped stone shards abundantly litter the area, covering some of the deep depressions.</description>
    <position x="600" y="-340" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="361" />
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  <node id="363" name="Hag's Crag, Widow's Respite" note="wizened ranger|dwarf|RTF52|RT-HAG-SIK|Therengia|P2" color="#FF00FF">
    <description>A deep firepit has been hacked into the frozen earth.  It is protected from the howling mountain winds by a circlet of small craggy rocks.  Grouped close to the firepit are huge tree trunks that have been cut in half lengthwise to provide crude, uncomfortable benches.</description>
    <position x="620" y="-340" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="362" />
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  <node id="364" name="Hag's Crag, Widow's Respite">
    <description>A recent rockslide covered in ice and snow provides a formidable barrier to the northeast.  Splintered rocks and stones, runoff from the towering mountain looming above, cover the ground.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb granite rockslide" destination="365" />
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  <node id="365" name="Hag's Crag, Widow's Claw">
    <description>Huge boulders and large rocks slick with ice send smaller stones and jagged rubble tumbling down a rockslide to the southwest.  Ferocious winds surge through cracks and crannies, emitting a perpetual howl that echoes eerily off the cliffside.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go vertical crack" destination="366" />
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  <node id="366" name="Hag's Crag, Shallow Cave">
    <description>Shrouded in frost and ice, the bones of some creature gleam pale against the dark stone.  There is no sign of what brought death to this desolate place, but the splintered remains indicate that it was no peaceful ending.  Fresh air enters the cave from a vertical crack, carrying with it a crisp chill that fogs the breath.  Incongruous in this natural setting, a carved granite door at the back of the cave leads into the unknown depths of the mountain.</description>
    <position x="640" y="-400" z="0" />
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  <node id="367" name="Hag's Crag, Sheer Ascent">
    <description>Looming upwards as far as the eye can see is Asketi's Mountain, its icy top hidden by vaporous white clouds.  The mountain walls, made even more difficult with ice and snow, seemingly dare climbers to attempt an ascent.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb mountain wall" destination="368" />
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  <node id="368" name="Hag's Crag, Cliff Face">
    <description>Shrieking winds hurtle ice and snow, seeking to hammer all living things into oblivion or freeze them where they stand.  Finding a safe way up the mountainside becomes increasingly difficult, as the granite is slick with ice.  Scarred with deep gouges left by sharp climbing implements, a steep cliff offers a way downwards.</description>
    <position x="560" y="-360" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb mountainside" destination="369" />
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  <node id="369" name="Hag's Crag, Broad Ledge">
    <description>A broad ledge offers a brief respite from climbing, with minimal protection from the elements.  The wind howls continuously, hammering against the sleek rock and whistling despondently as it funnels its way down the steep mountainside.</description>
    <position x="520" y="-380" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steep mountainside" destination="368" />
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  <node id="370" name="Hag's Crag, Broad Ledge">
    <description>Encrusted with ice and snow, a sheer granite cliff towers above.  Heavy with moisture, vaporous clouds encircle the area like ghostly fogbanks upon a churning sea, hindering movement and making travel hazardous.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb granite cliff" destination="371" />
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  <node id="371" name="Asketi's Mount, Treacherous Cliff" color="#FFBF00">
    <description>Dense clouds obscure the view below, while an incredibly steep cliff soars out of sight into the icy mists overhead.  At eye level are slippery mountain walls, marred with craggy holes left by pitons and gouges left by ice axes.  Whistling winds rush down from the summit, trailing plumes of frost crystals that threaten to freeze the breath in one's lungs.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="script autoclimbup" destination="372" />
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  <node id="372" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>Plunging downwards in a near-vertical drop, a sheer granite cliff forms the southern face of the mountain's summit.  Thin, wispy clouds writhe about the summit, sometimes taking the form of ground-hugging fog and other times swirling through the wild currents of wind like ghoulish apparitions.</description>
    <description>Plunging downwards in a near-vertical drop, a sheer granite cliff forms the southern face of the mountain's summit.  To the north, like a spear thrust into the heart of a large beast, the mountain reaches higher and higher to pierce the very heavens.  Serpentine columns sculpted into the hard rock spiral about a massive structure carved into the solid rock of the mountaintop.</description>
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="374" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="375" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb granite cliff" destination="371" />
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  <node id="373" name="Asketi's Mount, Temple of the North Wind" note="Temple of the North Wind|North Wind">
    <description>Asketi's immaculate Temple of the North Wind towers above the flat summit, further dwarfing everything in the surrounding countryside.  Carved directly from the granite mountain, the strength and security of the structure is unquestionable.  Small ice crystals carried on the wind's updraft have coalesced to form a thin layer of frost on the temple's surface.  Twisted shadows race across the granite arch entrance, but in the absence of light, it's hard to discern whether the shadows are real or imagined.</description>
    <description>Asketi's immaculate Temple of the North Wind towers above the flat summit, further dwarfing everything in the surrounding countryside.  Carved directly from the granite mountain itself, the strength and security of the structure is unquestionable.  Small flecks of mica scattered throughout the structure glint softly in the day's light.  Great black spires, reminiscent of twining adders, twist and wrap about one another as they climb ever higher, casting foreboding shadows upon the temple's entrance arch.</description>
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="372" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="375" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go granite arch" destination="376" />
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  <node id="374" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>Frozen shards of stone and ice form a fine, loose rubble over the ground.  Asketi's frozen North Wind shrieks out from around the temple and plummets over the edge of the lifeless mountaintop.  For those brave enough to look, a vast view of the surrounding lands stretches out as far as the eye can see.  Dark shadows blanket the forests below.  The bowing of the trees to the force of the winds gives the illusion of shadowy phantasms sweeping over the countryside.</description>
    <description>Frozen shards of stone and ice form a fine, loose rubble over the ground.  Asketi's frozen North Wind shrieks out from around the temple and plummets over the edge of the lifeless mountaintop.  For those brave enough to look, a vast, uninterrupted view of the surrounding forests stretches out as far as the eye can see.  Grey, withered trees stand sentry near the base of the mountain while those still bearing signs of health stretch skyward further away.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="372" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="373" />
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  <node id="375" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>The darkened temple towers over the barren landscape, yet still the bone-chilling winds shriek wildly all about as if the temple were no deterrent at all to their ferocity.  Loose rubble shifts dangerously loudly with each step taken.  Jagged pillars of ice have been eternally frozen in a desperate grasp toward the heavens above.</description>
    <description>Even the looming temple is not enough of a barrier to stifle the bone-chilling winds that claim dominance in this barren, frozen place.  Great pillars of jagged, ageless ice reach skyward as if they were massive hands seeking affirmation of life beyond the temple's great shadows.</description>
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="372" />
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  <node id="376" name="Temple of the North Wind, Broad Steps">
    <description>Chiseled from the mountain's bedrock, broad steps faced with marble tile ascend through several feet of solid black granite.  Polished to a soft gleam and carved to resemble undulating adders, ornate silverwillow banisters flow up the walls from the entry arch to the temple above.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steps" destination="377" />
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  <node id="377" name="Temple of the North Wind, Colonnade">
    <description>Rows of tall pillars stretch off in either direction, forming a colonnade around the perimeter of the temple's lowest tier.  Standing at the top of a flight of broad steps, a silent figure of cold stone scrutinizes all who ascend.</description>
    <position x="540" y="-480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="378" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="388" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb broad steps" destination="376" />
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  <node id="378" name="Temple of the North Wind, Colonnade">
    <description>Scandalous by conservative standards, a frieze honoring Kerenhappuch and Idon covers much of the black granite wall.  Icicles reach down the grooves of the fluted pillars, spilling onto the floor and trickling over the edge where the floor ends abruptly.  A pair of marble gargoyles peer over the ledge, as if keeping watch for any foolish enough to attempt scaling the temple wall.</description>
    <position x="560" y="-500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="379" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="377" />
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  <node id="379" name="Temple of the North Wind, Colonnade">
    <description>Nothing but wide-set pillars stands between the open air and the dubious safety of the windswept gallery.  The ledge beyond the columns drops away sheer, plunging into the mists shrouding the base of the temple.  Freezing gusts of wind quickly numb any exposed skin.  Black granite soars overhead, carved with a frieze of malicious gremlins.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="378" />
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  <node id="380" name="Temple of the North Wind, Colonnade">
    <description>Turning sharply here, the broad ledge of the lower tier is lined with columns sculpted to resemble coiled adders.  The stone serpents overlook the mists rising from the glacial fields below.  A broad staircase has been chiseled into the heavy rock, ascending to the temple's second tier.  Carvings cover the walls on either side of the stairs.</description>
    <position x="600" y="-540" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="395" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb broad staircase" destination="381" />
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  <node id="381" name="Temple of the North Wind, Dark Sanctuary">
    <description>This expanse of ground is perfectly flat, as if the mountain's topmost peak had been sliced away.  Rising up out of the snow is a mammoth stone edifice that spans almost the entire length and breadth of the summit.  Glittering with touches of frost, giant columns of black marble support the roof and leave the temple open to the winds.  To the east, a broad staircase cut into the rock leads down.</description>
    <position x="580" y="-540" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="384" />
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    <description>Gargantuan pillars of hewn stone support a vast roof high overhead.  Bluish light emanates from glowing crystals set in iron sconces affixed to the mighty columns.  Polished smooth as glass, the glossy floor of silver-veined black marble reflects the glow back in pools and arcs that slither across the stone like living things.</description>
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  <node id="383" name="Temple of the North Wind, High Altar" note="Asketi" color="#800080">
    <description>Open to the elements on all sides, the chamber's only shelter is offered by a roof of stone supported by four pillars.  The seamless flow of granite from the floor to the ceiling bears silent witness that the temple had been hollowed out of the mountain's summit in some long-ago age.  Numerous bones are suspended from the ceiling by slender ropes of steelsilk.  An unadorned altar of ice-blue marble stands in the center of the room, a stark splash of color against the setting of black stone and ivory bone.</description>
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    <description>Gargantuan pillars of hewn stone support a vast roof high overhead.  Bluish light emanates from glowing crystals set in iron sconces affixed to the mighty columns.  Polished smooth as glass, the glossy floor of silver-veined black marble reflects the glow back in pools and arcs that slither across the stone like living things.</description>
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  <node id="385" name="Temple of the North Wind, Dark Sanctuary">
    <description>Gargantuan pillars of hewn stone support a vast roof high overhead.  Bluish light emanates from glowing crystals set in iron sconces affixed to the mighty columns.  Polished smooth as glass, the glossy floor of silver-veined black marble reflects the glow back in pools and arcs that slither across the stone like living things.</description>
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  <node id="386" name="Temple of the North Wind, Dark Sanctuary">
    <description>This expanse of ground is perfectly flat, as if the mountain's topmost peak had been sliced away.  Rising up out of the snow is a mammoth stone edifice that spans almost the entire length and breadth of the summit.  Glittering with touches of frost, giant columns of black marble support the roof and leave the temple open to the winds.  To the west, a narrow staircase cut into the rock leads down.</description>
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  <node id="387" name="Temple of the North Wind, Dark Sanctuary">
    <description>Gargantuan pillars of hewn stone support a vast roof high overhead.  Bluish light emanates from glowing crystals set in iron sconces affixed to the mighty columns.  Polished smooth as glass, the glossy floor of silver-veined black marble reflects the glow back in pools and arcs that slither across the stone like living things.</description>
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  <node id="388" name="Temple of the North Wind, Colonnade">
    <description>Giant adders of black granite form the pillars along this stretch of the gallery.  The floor ends just beyond the western side of the columns, dropping a dizzying height to the peak below.  Life-sized statues are displayed on low pedestals situated between the pillars.  Stretching high overhead, a large frieze depicting Dergati graces the eastern wall.</description>
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  <node id="389" name="Temple of the North Wind, Colonnade">
    <description>Built to honor Asketi, Mistress of the North Wind, the lower tier of the temple is open to the air.  Scoured clean by the relentless wind, twisted monoliths rise dramatically from the outer ledge of the floor.  Only the bulk of the temple's second level provides a modicum of shelter from the icy blasts of air shrieking across the mountain's peak.  A meticulously carved frieze spans the foundation wall of the upper story.</description>
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  <node id="390" name="Temple of the North Wind, Colonnade">
    <description>The drop beyond the soaring columns is sheer, a vertical buttress cleaving vacant air.  A cold wind whistles around the spires, plucking at hair and clothing like malevolent imps.  Carved into solid granite, a narrow stairway ascends to the temple's second level.  A large sculpture in the middle of the gallery commands attention.</description>
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  <node id="391" name="Temple of the North Wind, Colonnade">
    <description>Carved in bas-relief, a frieze detailing elaborate scenes of agony and torture covers the wall.  Arctic winds howl around the slim spires thrusting into the sky like spears of stone.  Stinging particles of ice carried by the wind find their way into clothing and armor to produce a bone-deep chill.</description>
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  <node id="392" name="Temple of the North Wind, Colonnade">
    <description>Featureless stone columns, each polished so perfectly smooth that their curves gleam like a dull mirror, line the broad ledge that makes up the temple's bottom tier.  Speckled with frost, the wall is covered with a frieze carved in high relief.</description>
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  <node id="393" name="Temple of the North Wind, Last Sacrifice">
    <description>Facing directly north, this corner of the temple has neither columns nor statuary to offer shelter from the deadly cold winds.  Close to the ledge stands an angled slab of granite.  Thick frost coats the iron manacles set into the slab, although the dark stone itself is free of rime.</description>
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  <node id="394" name="Temple of the North Wind, Colonnade">
    <description>Soaring spires form a wall of sorts along the brink of the precipice.  Like vigilant sentinels, misshapen marble beasts sculpted in wary attitudes crouch between the columns.  One statue, carved in the likeness of a winged orc, regards the frieze opposite him with a supercilious smile.</description>
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  <node id="395" name="Temple of the North Wind, Colonnade">
    <description>Intricately carved friezes depict natural disasters and the aftermath of devastation.  Bitterly cold wind swirls between the granite pillars, exceptionally strong gusts rattling the slender spires as if to underscore the tale of destruction told by the graven images.</description>
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  <node id="396" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>The only evidence of a seasonal melt of the snow and ice is a worn crevice in the rock that slants ever more steeply towards the blighted lands around Asketi's mountain.  Little more than a trickle ever makes its journey downwards at any given time, though the years of the slow moving liquids have gradually eroded the ground to form the crevice.</description>
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  <node id="397" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>Countless decades of fierce winds have worn the ground completely smooth.  The light rubble that dots a few small patches of the ice's surface is only discernable from the mixed snow and ice in some areas by its light discoloration under the surface.</description>
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  <node id="398" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>Unlike the rubble-riddled ground near the temple, the mountain's surface becomes smooth and relatively free of debris save for dark swirls that wind their way through the frozen snow and ice towards the southern edge.  The surrounding ice is lessened by the swirls, sapped of its luster and purity.  Two boulders lean against one another near the massive granite structure, a narrow crevice remaining between the boulders and the ground beneath them.</description>
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  <node id="399" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>The crippling blight that plagues the region emanates outward from the majestic Temple of the North Wind.  For as far as the eye can see towards the southwest the typically vibrant colors of the trees and other native foliage are dulled throughout the year.  In place of spring greens and autumn reds and oranges are muted olives and browns.  Even the white of snow-capped trees lower on the mountain is dingy and impure.</description>
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  <node id="400" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>Some rocks have obviously been moved from their natural resting places into an arrow-like formation.  A rough, uneven mound of snow provides an incline for the southward-pointing arrow to rest upon.  Throughout most of the year the object being pointed to remains a mystery.  However, those lucky enough to catch the first light of dawn through the spring and summer will find the arrow pointing to the Adder constellation low on the southern horizon.</description>
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  <node id="401" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>When not blanketed with clouds, the sky remains a brilliant whitish blue throughout all but the final moments of the day.  In these uncharacteristically beautiful moments, deep purples and blues intermix with vibrant and fiery reds and oranges upon the sky's vast canvas.  A stone bench, which is new compared to the temple itself, rests midway between the temple and the summit's edge for those desiring to gaze upon the sight.</description>
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  <node id="402" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>The looming temple partly shadows the surface during the morning hours of the day.  Even when the sun gazes down fully upon Elanthia from its throne at midday, shadows manage to creep westward from some of the more prominent spires of the temple.  As day descends into night, though, the shadows hastily retreat into the mica-flecked granite of the mighty fortress, patiently waiting for the time to creep out into the world again.</description>
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  <node id="403" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>A haunting yet melodic whisper is carried on the wind as it gusts through the trees of the forests below.  In the brief reprieves from the vigorous gales, a thin, lingering fog wavers in and out of view just inches above the ice and rubble-covered ground.</description>
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  <node id="404" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>A small twig has been forcefully shoved into a rounded mound of ice.  A tiny, faded ribbon that desperately clings to the twig holds a broken medallion fluttering in the moaning winds.  Etched upon the half of the medallion that remains is the broad head of what once would have been an impressive unicorn.  A single ice crystal has frozen just under the unicorn's eye, as if it were a tear of sadness from the avatar's goddess.</description>
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  <node id="405" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>A miniature shrine, if it could even be called that, rests dangerously close to the summit's edge.  Sheltered inside the shrine is a diminutive representation of a withered, grey hag bearing a rough burlap sack at her hip and a blood-stained scythe in her right hand that is poised for a strike above her head.  Propped at the base of the figure is a badly weathered crib filled with rotten vegetables that have been preserved only by the sheer lack of warmth to be found here atop the world.</description>
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  <node id="406" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>The winding path continues to meander its way around the impressive temple.  The frigid temperatures bite to the very core of one's being, sapping the will to continue.  A light fog lingers in this slightly lower area of the mountain's summit, creeping eerily over the ground without direction like a ghostly apparition.</description>
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  <node id="407" name="Asketi's Mount, Gate of Souls">
    <description>Three blackened granite spires rise up out of the ground to form a stunning gateway leading into the gaping maw of a large cave.  The fog that so heavily dominates this side of the mountain's summit recoils from the frigid blasts of air that emanate from within as if they were the expelled breath of Asketi herself.</description>
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  <node id="408" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>A delicate fog hugs the ground with its ethereal tendrils, winding its way in and out of the larger rocks that dot the summit's surface.  Errant wisps of the grey substance occasionally spiral upward several feet above the ground.  The hiss of the winds as they blast through tiny holes in the rocks lends the illusion of great, hulking adders keeping a watchful gaze over the area.</description>
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  <node id="409" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>The scattered debris of a fire lies near a grouping of three large boulders.  The tips of only a few branches show any signs of ever being touched by a flame's life-giving warmth.  Half-buried in a mound of snow and ice is a dulled sphere with a very faint yellow tinge to it, similar to that of a fading favor orb.</description>
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  <node id="410" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>Drawn-out shadows stretch wildly across the northern face of the granite structure and leap completely over the mountain's cliff-like ledge.  No fewer than six black marble gargoyles are in sight down the northern face of the temple, each displaying vengeful glowers as they peer out hauntingly in the dim light of night.</description>
    <description>The temple's northern face looms above a series of massive statues.  Each statue is a black marble gargoyle captured in some moment of ferocity.  Expressions of rage, lust for battle, and savagery are spread across their faces.  Great taloned claws rake menacingly at the air while several of the statues sport widely spread wings.  The stalwart defenders have stood as guards for countless ages and show no signs of leaving their posts.</description>
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  <node id="411" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>Entombed within an area of the ice unmarred by the rocky debris are the remnants of some long-forgotten plant.  Perhaps in a much earlier time such plants were more prevalent here at the top of the world, or perhaps the pitiful thing is all that remains of someone's attempt to deny the brutal savagery of the unforgiving climate.</description>
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  <node id="412" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>Deep, rolling masses of spectral fog creep in and continue on over the mountain's edge.  Though the writhing mass is dense, the fog only comes up knee-high on a Human.  Still, each step is dangerous enough to be tested lest some poor soul join the fog in its flight over the mountain's ledge!</description>
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  <node id="413" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>Wraithlike wisps of thick fog blanket the side of the mountain and roll listlessly over the summit's edge.  As if the tendrils of fog weren't ominous enough, as each moon rises and shines its light upon the area, the fog fully takes on the lunar body's haunting glow.</description>
    <description>Wraithlike wisps of thick fog blanket the side of the mountain and roll listlessly over the summit's edge.  Rather than dissipating into the swift currents of the mountain's winds, the wisps roll out to form a shroud around the face of the mountain against the day's morning sun.  Only during the peak of the sun's journey towards night is the veil pierced and the area illuminated.</description>
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  <node id="414" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>Twin statues stand guard here, each gazing out upon the tainted lands surrounding the mountain.  Both statues have been carved from very fine obsidian, obviously not native to the mountaintop, and both resemble Asketi's black unicorns.  While one peers northeasterly towards the wholesome lands of Therengia far off in the distance, the other scrutinizes the lands of Zoluren and even Ilithi to the southeast.  A cool, gentle fog writhes about the two figures.</description>
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  <node id="415" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>The winds screech angrily about as a corner of the temple deflects their hurried course.  The dark granite structure has been worn smooth with the passage of both wind and time alike.  Rather than snowdrifts filling the wind-guarded niche, an angled mound of solid ice studded with bits of stone climbs the temple's surface.</description>
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  <node id="416" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>A small scrap of cloth has been half-frozen into the disheveled rubble and ice mixture.  The wild winds have blown the scrap into little more than tattered shreds of the garment to which it used to belong.  A single red stripe on the cloth's underside remains untouched by the harsh climate, seemingly a testament to hope not being entirely forsaken in these troubled lands.</description>
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  <node id="417" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>A serpentine column of ice twists and winds its way across the ground before arching up into the air.  A frozen, dark substance runs the length of the ice, contained almost precisely within the center of the structure.  An enigma in both form and purpose, the frozen mass is remarkably free of the gravelly debris present even on the very ground that supports the column.</description>
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  <node id="418" name="Asketi's Mount, Summit">
    <description>Unnaturally long shadows flit about the darkened area, though where the shadows' owners may be can only be left to speculation.  A solid sheet of ice blankets the ground here, freezing the rubble firmly into place.  The ice is mostly smooth and unmarred except where broken shards of rubble rest.</description>
    <description>Most of the ground is solid ice, as if a small stream of water had somehow erupted from the depths of the mountain and fallen prey to the wicked winds.  The rubble here has been frozen firmly into place and makes little noise beneath the moving feet of those who dare travel the region.</description>
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    <description>Light creeps in from the enormous gash that leads into the cavern, illuminating the chill vapors clinging to the floor with a diffuse glow.  Dripping from the ceiling like the stalactites of more conventional caves, massive icicles catch and reflect the light in a sparkling display.  The tinkling of cracking ice provides a staccato counterpoint to the moaning of the wind whipping through the entry.</description>
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    <description>Blue icicles cascade down the walls onto the white drifts of frost covering the floor.  Carved from grey ice, a banshee clad in a tattered funereal shroud stands with her head thrown back in a soundless wail while snow adders writhe about her feet.  The tinkling of shattering ice is accompanied by the eerie fluting of the winds directed by holes drilled into the cavern walls.  A carved granite door is set in one cavern wall, leading deeper into the mountain.</description>
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  <node id="421" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Recessed into an arched alcove is a granite door embedded with a softly glowing crystal.  The lintel of the arch is skillfully carved with a fancifully rendered sunburst, although a thick layer of frost makes it difficult to ascertain the details.  Even the suggestion of warmth from a graven image is ruthlessly smothered by the icy cold.</description>
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    <description>The tunnel walls are rough but the solid rock floor is slick and almost glistening.  The glossy layer of ice makes footing on the steep slope even more uncertain.  Further down the tunnel, the black granite walls become smoother, as if polished.</description>
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    <description>Bas-relief carvings form knots of ornamentation on the granite walls.  Each knot is composed of writhing adders entwined in a tangle, their crystal eyes gleaming with a cold, blue light.  Despite the deadly cold, the air still carries a faint smell as of an open grave.</description>
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    <description>A thin layer of hoarfrost coats everything, and breath steams in the frigid air.  The tunnel runs fairly straight in either direction, as far as the eye can see, though it varies greatly in elevation.  From all around comes a chill breeze, carrying an icy vapor that clings to flesh and stone alike.</description>
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  <node id="425" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Mined untold ages ago and bearing all the hallmarks of deliberate architectural planning, the tunnel curves sinuously around a bend.  The walls are smooth and lightly decorated with the lacy skeins of ice spinning across the granite like the elaborate webs of some bizarre, elemental spider.</description>
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    <description>Slick from the cold damp air, passage through the narrowing tunnel is treacherous and daunting.  A thin layer of ice covering the ground shows curiously wavy scuffs, as though some large, shapeless mass dwells within these claustrophobic depths of ice and stone.</description>
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  <node id="427" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Hewn from the granite mountain, the polished ceiling soars high overhead.  Lightly coated with frost, an immense inscription spans the northern wall.  The letters are as tall as a man, in archaic script.  Several tunnels exit the cavern in many directions, a labyrinthine maze of passages.</description>
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  <node id="428" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Shaped by man and nature, this domed chamber has been hollowed out of the mountain and the walls burnished smooth as marble.  On one side of the room, a stone staircase curves up to a circular aperture leading into darkness.  Carrying wisps of chill vapor, a vague current of air swirls down the stairwell.</description>
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  <node id="429" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>The walls are carved with the semblance of suspended shields.  Water seeps in a maze of rivulets down the cold stone, freezing into crystalline traceries accentuating the chiseled decorations.  The frigid air is thick with a stale taste, making breathing labored and painful.</description>
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  <node id="430" name="Adder's Nest, Dead End">
    <description>A surging sea of icy vapor fills this circular chamber, long tendrils of mist swirling upwards as if seeking an exit.  Ice shimmers blue and white against the black granite, tracing the curving pillars sculpted from the walls to support the concave ceiling.  The deep gouges marring the pillars are jarring notes in this place of stark and cold beauty.</description>
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  <node id="431" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Chiseled floor to ceiling, an artistic splendor of spiral lines illustrates adders slithering through garlands of withered grapevines.  Underfoot, the slick ice covering the floor demands careful movement.  Anyone who fell and broke something could lie unaided for a long time, at the mercy of the elements and whatever creatures may prowl these subterranean tunnels.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ice-covered staircase" destination="437" />
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  <node id="432" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Gleaming particles of ice coat the tunnel, sparkling like faceted gems.  The frosty display catches and magnifies even feeble light until the area is bathed a soft azure glow.  Crystalline snowflakes drift down from the ceiling, adding an impression of movement to the prismatic play of light.</description>
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  <node id="433" name="Adder's Nest, Dead End">
    <description>Terminating in a blank wall, this cul-de-sac is small and cramped with thick layers ice obscuring even a hint of the mountain's black granite.  Revealed by the play of light are dim shapes caught within the translucent blue ice covering the walls, the floor and even the ceiling.</description>
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  <node id="434" name="Adder's Nest, Dark Shaft">
    <description>Flickering light from the opening above is diffused by swirling vapors, faintly illuminating the great black shaft plunging deep into the earth.  Huge stones have been set into the curving walls as steps, circling down and down into the bowels of the mountain.</description>
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  <node id="435" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Wisps of mist rise up to the coffered ceiling of carved granite, riding gusts of frigid air rising from the yawning pit in the center of the floor.  Flickering lamps placed in shallow recesses provide scant illumination, giving life to the shifting shadows as the light reflects off the swirling vapors and ice-slicked walls.  A moaning whisper soars to a cacophonous scream as the cold wind rushes up from the depths, only to fade again to a nearly inaudible murmur.</description>
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  <node id="436" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Upright sarcophagi line the walls, blanketed with a final burial shroud of frost and soot.  The omnipresent rime of ice bears silent witness to the sheer number of years the caskets have resided here.  Wind whistles through a rusting portcullis, as if playing a quiet dirge for the dead.</description>
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  <node id="437" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Cold seeps from the floor and walls with an amazing capacity to chill to the bone in this desolate combination of stone and lethal ice.  Tunnels branch off in several directions and elevations, leading deeper into the bowels of the mountain.  Icy breaths of wind whisper through the passageways, disturbing crystals of frost and sending them swirling through the air in a gentle mockery of falling snow.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ice-covered staircase" destination="431" />
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  <node id="438" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Clouds of misty vapor and ice particles cling to the floor, further complicating traversing the slick stone.  Rising out of the whirling mists are granite walls sculptured with thick, spiraling bands.  Indistinct hissing echoes softly, a sibilant murmur carried by the chill breeze whispering through the tunnel.</description>
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  <node id="439" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>The omnipresent ice is much thicker in this portion of the tunnel, deep enough to envelop two frost-encrusted skeletons half-embedded the walls.  One boney arm protrudes from the frosty depths to point almost accusingly at the ceiling, where icicles of every size and length hang in dense, glittering clusters.</description>
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  <node id="440" name="Adder's Nest, Dead End">
    <description>Despite the chill that oozes from the walls, a serene tranquility enfolds the cul-de-sac and lends the area an almost reverent quality.  A layer of ice sets the black stone aglitter with reflected light, as if the tunnel were coated in brittle glass.  After the winds whispering constantly through the upper tunnels, sounds that should echo loudly are unnaturally hushed as if muffled by the heavy air.</description>
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  <node id="441" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Frost coats everything with layer after layer of a fine film of ice.  The twisting confines of the frozen tunnel alarmingly amplify insignificant sounds, broadcasting to anyone within earshot.  Nearly effaced murals are impossible to decipher, reduced to faint suggestions of sinuous curves and lines scrolling across the walls.</description>
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  <node id="442" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Turning sharply, the tunnel blocks a clear view in either direction.  Trickling water has frozen in ripples down the curving black granite walls, sheathing the stone in a natural mirror of ice.  The outrageously distorted reflections are distracting at best, the hints of movement and unfamiliar shapes playing up fear of the unknown.</description>
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  <node id="443" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Slick as glass, the steeply sloping tunnel is treacherous and unwelcoming.  Rimed with a sparkling veil of frost, the granite walls magnify and reflect light into a shimmering dance of icy brilliance.  Whispers of marginally warmer air swirl through the frigid passage, releasing wisps of mist.  Re-freezing swiftly, the frozen particles float until adhering to the stone like fat snowflakes, giving the black granite a lacy appearance.</description>
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  <node id="444" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Imposing walls of stone sheathed in ice leech the very warmth from the air.  Sounds are muffled by the thick blanket of frost covering the floor and echoes die quickly in the close confines of the tunnel.  Sculpted from the mountain, frost-coated pillars glitter in the pale blue light shed by a glowing crystal embedded in the carved granite door.</description>
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  <node id="445" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Glossy with ice, the floor exudes a pressing cold that instantly penetrates clothing and goes bone deep.  Traces of banded carvings decorate the dark granite walls.  Rising at a steep grade, the floor has been shallowly scored to provide traction.  Most of the grooves have been worn smooth, either by the wind channeled through the tunnels or by the passage of others.</description>
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  <node id="446" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Twisting around a sharp turn, the tunnel disappears into the darkness.  Frequent blasts of icy wind course through the area, their origins unknown.  Footing is treacherous on the icy floor, demanding careful movement.  A slight misstep could easily end in a sudden fall onto the hard, unforgiving stone.</description>
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  <node id="447" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Resonating from the dark depths comes the sound of howling wind, perhaps the result of a passage leading out of the mountain.  The curving walls of this portion of the tunnel were sculpted from the surrounding stone.  Several monstrous serpents, their broad heads turned to the floor, appear to be emerging from the icy granite.</description>
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  <node id="448" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Barren walls radiate cold that bounces off the frosty tunnel floor.  The icy path reflects countless shades of white rippled with the dark shadows of stone.  Small ice chips crunch loudly underfoot with each stride over the treacherously slick surface.</description>
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  <node id="449" name="Adder's Nest, Frozen Tunnels">
    <description>Corbelled stone supports the tunnel's vaulted ceiling, straining against the pull of gravity attempting to collapse the passage beneath the weight of the mountain.  A thin layer of ice covers the path, making the floor slick and treacherous.  Sculpted from the walls, a pair of frost-coated pillars glitter in the pale light shed by a glowing crystal embedded in the carved granite door.</description>
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  <node id="450" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Constructed from ice-fused humanoid bones, an immense adder coils about the perimeter of the room.  Hanging from a chain, a skull serves as a grisly lantern with weak light emanating through its vacant eye sockets.  Beneath the macabre chandelier, a trio of sarcophagi rests upon a low dais.  An inconstant breeze whispers through the alcove, chilling the air even colder here than in the outer room.</description>
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  <node id="451" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Dense frost covers every surface in this section of the catacombs, save for one place on the floor close to a large jumble of bones.  An irregular patch of black granite shows starkly amidst the filmy white glaze.  Sibilant whispers echo through the tunnel, a multitude of muted voices wailing in mournful discord.</description>
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  <node id="452" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Thousands of bones arrayed in decorative patterns conceal the walls of the tomb.  Framed by curving ribs, an arched alcove serves as the final resting place for a skeletal figure clad in hooded black robes.  At the foot of the skeleton, a trio of skulls stare balefully at the opening leading back to the catacombs.</description>
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  <node id="453" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Lit by small lamps placed within recesses carved from the walls, the narrow corridor stretches between the tombs.  Wavering shadows emphasize the hollow eye sockets of the articulated skeletons affixed to the wall and give a sense of subtle movement when glimpsed peripherally.</description>
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  <node id="454" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Jaw bones and femurs form skeletal arrows radiating out from an alcove hewn from the back wall.  Stacks of bones line the other two walls, capped by rows of skulls angled to gaze eternally upon the sarcophagus resting within the niche.</description>
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  <node id="455" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Gleaming like faint stars on the dank floor, a translucent layer of frost spreads across the stone and up along the walls.  Rectangular slabs of ivory marble seal the tombs carved out of the mountain granite.  Strung together to form macabre ribbons, ribs and arm bones cover the spaces between the individual graves.</description>
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  <node id="456" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Centuries of burial have filled every nook and cranny of the ossuary with the grim relics of the dead.  One wall is decorated with curving rows of vertebrae forming stylized waves broken here and there by yellowing scapulae, grotesquely reminiscent of dorsal fins clearing the ocean's surface.</description>
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  <node id="457" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Faint streaks of golden lamplight play over granite walls obscured by sheer curtains of frost and shadow.  Burial niches contain an overflowing abundance of bones sheathed in ice.  Skulls, femurs, finger-bones and vertebrae litter the floor and make for treacherous footing.  Through some acoustic trick, the curvature of the rough-hewn steps magnifies even the slightest of sounds, generating echoes that reverberate eerily through the stone tunnels.</description>
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  <node id="458" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Skeletal fingers of ice reach down from the ceiling, dripping spatters of water onto the intricate mosaic covering the floor.  Wisps of smoke drift from beeswax candles, scenting the air with a hint of honey at odds with the eternal cold of stone and ice enfolding the catacombs.  Rough-hewn steps spiral down into darkness.</description>
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  <node id="459" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Twisting and turning, the claustrophobic burial hallway is filled with grim reminders of its purpose.  Bones spill from niches crammed full of fleshless remains.  Stacks of femurs placed against the wall are mortared with ice.  Silence weighs heavy in the frigid air as if intent on smothering all signs of life that dare intrude in this place of the dead.</description>
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  <node id="460" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
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  <node id="461" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Like a garland of death, a swag of skulls is draped over a simple arch framed by ribs stacked to form tapering columns.  The deep recesses of the ossuary are filled with yellowing bones.  Flickering light emanates from an oil lamp placed upon a skeletal pyramid, lending a golden sheen to the frost-covered remains.  Chill silence spreads over the crypt like a pall.</description>
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  <node id="462" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Panes of ice sheathe the stone walls from floor to ceiling, sealing most of the niches rising tier above tier.  Jagged edges frame one long recess half-filled with stacks of bones sorted by size.  A grinning skull peeks out from a fan of curved ribs, strangely reminiscent of a coy young woman's flirtations.</description>
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  <node id="463" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Broken here and there by shallow horizontal alcoves, the catacomb walls are sheathed in curtains of glistening ice.  A jumble of bones fills each niche completely.  Formed by slow seeping moisture, which freezes over time, new sheets of ice will eventually form a final burial shroud for the remains.</description>
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  <node id="464" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Scores of corpses have been haphazardly crammed into the deep recesses lining the walls.  Ice fills most of the niches, spilling out of the openings in glistening waves of dirty white.  The tunnel terminates at a wall, coated lightly with frost and carved with a bas-relief depicting Asketi astride a snorting unicorn.</description>
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  <node id="465" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Delicate frost spreads across the walls like an opalescent veil, drifting down to cover the fleshless remains of the dead interred within the niches.  Tall candelabra are spaced along the length of the corridor.  Some thoughtful soul has lit a few of the tapers, although shadows still cling like cobwebs in the corners.</description>
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  <node id="466" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Broken here and there by shallow horizontal alcoves, the catacomb walls are sheathed in curtains of glistening ice.  A jumble of bones fills each niche completely.  Formed by slow seeping moisture, which freezes over time, new sheets of ice will eventually form a final burial shroud for the remains.</description>
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  <node id="467" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Numerous alcoves filled with remains of souls long deceased line the walls.  Dark shadows behind curtains of ice descending from the ceiling indicate more bones are sealed within frozen stone.  Frozen pools fill the depressions in the uneven floor.</description>
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  <node id="468" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>The warren of close-set corridors snakes deeper into the mountain.  Slender icicles stream from the soot-blackened ceiling, rippling gold in the candlelight.  The floors lit by the flickering glow are smooth stone starred with frost.</description>
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  <node id="469" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>A narrow winding staircase has been chiseled into the heavy rock.  Twisting around a corner, it spirals up into darkness.  Utilizing all available space for burial, bone-filled niches line the walls of the stairwell.  A thin layer of frost covers the rough granite floor.</description>
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  <node id="470" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Winding serpentinely back and forth, frost-covered stairs lure one deeper into the catacombs.  Stale air wafts up from the subterranean passages below, carrying with it a hint of ice and decay.  The darkness of the tunnel is broken by a single lantern, which casts wavering shadows over the bone-filled niches lining the walls.</description>
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  <node id="471" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Dripping water echoes eerily through these subterranean chambers.  Shadowy niches, hollowed out of the mountain granite, line the walls from floor to ceiling.  Bodies in various phases of decomposition fill the shallow alcoves.  A thin layer of frost covers the stone and corpses indiscriminately, glittering in the dim light cast by earthenware lamps placed within small recesses carved from the walls.</description>
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  <node id="472" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Illumination from the passage beyond bathes the walls with a pearlescent gleam, glinting along the edges of the polished dove-grey marble tiles.  Shallow gutters score each side of the chamber while a series of drainage holes are visible in the ceiling overhead.  Placed within a semicircular recess carved in the wall is a pale stone casket.</description>
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  <node id="473" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Oppressive silence fills these subterranean chambers, broken only by the faint sound of dripping water.  Untold numbers of corpses fill the sepulchral recesses lining the walls.  Cold and barren, the catacombs are devoid of the sense of light and life present above ground even during a winter's night.</description>
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  <node id="474" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Large tiles of golden marble interlock with scarcely visible seams along the walls and floor.  The scale of the stonework lends this alcove a sense of majesty requiring reverence.  Shallow gutters score each side of the chamber floor, while a series of drainage holes are visible in the ceiling overhead.  Placed within a semicircular recess carved in the wall, a pale stone casket gleams with a mantle of frost.</description>
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  <node id="482" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
    <description>Polished black granite flecked with silvery mica encloses this alcove in bleakest midnight and stars.  A subtle draft of frigid air swirls through the chamber.  Covered with a thick layer of frost, a low casket rests upon the floor.</description>
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    <description>Dense shadows creep in along every surface, disturbed by the flickering of faint illumination reflecting off the patches of ice covering the walls and floor.  Shallow gutters score each side of the chamber while icicles clog most of the drainage holes in the ceiling overhead.  A translucent curtain of ice seals a large, semi-circular recess.</description>
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    <description>Walls thickly coated with frost soar up to a vaulted ceiling.  Coiled adders of polished copper are laid into the floor, forming a visual barrier before the entry.  Centered in the chamber is a green marble catafalque, upon which rest fleshless remains wrapped in a rotting cerement.  The faint scent of sweet spices and bitter incense lingers in the air, despite the nose-numbing cold.</description>
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  <node id="498" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
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  <node id="502" name="Temple of the North Wind, Catacombs">
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  <node id="519" name="Hunter's Glade, Liirewsag River" color="#000080">
    <description>Pulling and pushing insistently, the bone-chilling currents rush downstream in a frenzied waltz of swirling water.  It appears always the same, yet changing constantly, and in the airless world beneath the surface, the river whispers its secret I shall never pass this way again and you will never swim in the same river twice.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="swim northeast" destination="515" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="514" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="513" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="518" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="155" />
  </node>
  <node id="520" name="Hunter's Glade, Liirewsag River" color="#000080">
    <description>A deep carpet of smooth pebbles covers the riverbed, preventing whatever plants might be able to withstand the cold water from finding soil in which to grow.  The currents at the river's bottom seem to pull as much down into the earth as downstream.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="swim north" destination="521" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="swim northeast" destination="522" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="516" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow crevice" destination="539" />
  </node>
  <node id="521" name="Hunter's Glade, Liirewsag River" color="#000080">
    <description>A deep carpet of smooth pebbles covers the riverbed, preventing whatever plants might be able to withstand the cold water from finding soil in which to grow.  The currents at the river's bottom seem to pull as much down into the earth as downstream.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="522" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="520" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="517" />
  </node>
  <node id="522" name="Hunter's Glade, Liirewsag River" color="#000080">
    <description>A deep carpet of smooth pebbles covers the riverbed, preventing whatever plants might be able to withstand the cold water from finding soil in which to grow.  The currents at the river's bottom seem to pull as much down into the earth as downstream.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="swim southwest" destination="520" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="521" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="512" />
  </node>
  <node id="523" name="Boar Clan, Branches of a Broad Peregan Tree">
    <description>Tawny-grey sloped roofs of longhouses huddle below, resembling a gathering of conies in a small woodland clearing.  The hum of villagers going about their day is distant here, but the smells of fires, cooking meals, the tannery and tobacco smoke blend richly and hang heavily in the air between each breeze.</description>
    <description>Tawny-grey sloped roofs of longhouses huddle beneath the night sky, barely outlined in the darkness by torches placed along pathways.  Though there is almost no sound from the village, the smells of fires and pipe smoke flavor the breeze.</description>
    <position x="40" y="440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="524" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="525" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="526" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb peregan branches" destination="48" />
  </node>
  <node id="524" name="Boar Clan, Branches of a Broad Peregan Tree">
    <description>The smell of curing salts is so strong in the branches over the tannery that birds shy from this part of the tree.  The squirrels don't seem to mind it, though, and take advantage of the many knotholes in the area to store food and occasionally hide out in.</description>
    <position x="60" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="525" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="523" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="526" />
  </node>
  <node id="525" name="Boar Clan, Branches of a Broad Peregan Tree">
    <description>A wide expanse of green visible nearby is the village togball field, known for hosting some of the roughest matches in the realms.  It is the single greatest pastime of the rugged and independent rangers of Boar Clan.</description>
    <position x="0" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="526" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="523" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="527" />
  </node>
  <node id="526" name="Boar Clan, Branches of a Broad Peregan Tree">
    <description>Smoke curls from the smoke hole of the Ranger Guildhall below, scented with a variety of woods from spicy cedar to clean-smelling pine.  The aroma of cooking meat and turnips mingles with it, filling the air with a welcoming, homey smell.  Like the far-ranging villagers that always come back to the guildhall, birds flock to a wooden birdfeeder hanging from the branches nearby.</description>
    <position x="0" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="524" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="523" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="525" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="527" />
  </node>
  <node id="527" name="Boar Clan, Branches of a Broad Peregan Tree">
    <description>Hovering over the sharp points of the palisade wall, those who navigate these branches take extra precaution as the tree sways in the wind.  On the other side of the wall, the Hunter's Glade spreads out between the clan village nestled within it and the dark Paasvadh looming just beyond.</description>
    <position x="20" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="525" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb peregan limb" destination="528" />
  </node>
  <node id="528" name="Boar Clan, A Thick Peregan Limb">
    <description>Surrounded by a leafy green crown, the thick limb stretches out beyond the village wall into the forested glade surrounding the clan.</description>
    <position x="20" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb peregan limb" destination="527" />
  </node>
  <node id="529" name="Ranger Guild, Book Nook" note="Library|Book Nook">
    <description>A stone ledge encircling the small cavern holds colorful leather-bound volumes with gilded titles that glint in the lamplight.  Thick piles of pelts and high-backed wooden chairs carved with scenes of the hunt offer comfortable seating for readers.  A stoneware boar crouches in the center of the room, with curls of pleasantly musky incense smoke curling from its wide grin.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="560" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stone archway" destination="42" />
  </node>
  <node id="530" name="Ranger Guild, Canteen" note="Canteen" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Brass hooks, small shelves, and niches filled with merchandise honeycomb the curved stone wall of the alcove.  In the center, neatly stacked crates and baskets surround a tall stool surmounted by an elderly Dwarf, who conducts transactions with a kind, gravelly voice.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="44" />
  </node>
  <node id="531" name="Ranger Guild, Carousel" note="Carousel|Vault">
    <description>The rumblings of carousel machinery hidden behind the stone walls echo through the cavern and calls a beast growling from deep within the earth.  The vibrations shake a large oil lamp that hangs from the center of the vaulted ceiling, causing the light to flitter erratically around the room.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="43" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go registration desk" destination="532" />
  </node>
  <node id="532" name="Ranger Guild, Carousel Desk" note="Lost and Found" color="#00FF00">
    <description>A Dwarven clerk slouches behind a heavy oak desk and whittles tiny wooden figures when not attending to patrons.  Small heaps of wood shavings litter the floor and fill the cavern with the smell of the forest.</description>
    <position x="0" y="540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="531" />
  </node>
  <node id="533" name="Ranger Guild, Bank" note="Bank|Teller" color="#00FF00">
    <description>A one-legged Gor'Tog bank clerk attends to the needs of patrons at a wooden counter from behind thin steel bars that terminate at the ceiling.  Along the counter sit various scales and ledgers and other implements of finance.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="560" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="534" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="43" />
  </node>
  <node id="534" name="Ranger Guild, Coin Exchange" note="Exchange" color="#00FF00">
    <description>Separating the coin exchange from the bank counter is a heavy leather curtain that muffles the sound of transactions that would otherwise echo in the stone chamber.  The unmistakable glints of copper, bronze, gold, silver and platinum flash in the dim light.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="560" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="533" />
  </node>
  <node id="535" name="Ranger Guild, Small Cavern">
    <description>A bathing pool glistens like liquid gold in the light of many lanterns suspended from the ceiling.  The soothing sound of water steadily running down the rock face echoes gently, punctuated by the occasional *plop!* in varied, musical tones.  Amid blankets and pelts on the floor sits a small table.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stony ledge" destination="536" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bathing pool" destination="537" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stone archway" />
  </node>
  <node id="536" name="Ranger Guild, A Stony Ledge">
    <description>Amid the lanterns hung high above a glistening bathing pool, the stony ledge offers a panoramic view of the cavern hollowed from the earth by the spring water dissolving minerals.  Arches, stalagmites and stalactites contribute to an oblique landscape with dramatic curves and folds of stone.  A natural rock slide funnels down to the pool below.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stony ledge" destination="535" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rock slide" destination="537" />
  </node>
  <node id="537" name="Ranger Guild, Bathing Pool" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Golden shimmers of lamplight ripple across the surface of the pool.  Fed from a source below, the warm water swirls softly against the bank of the stony basin with a gentle shushing sound.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="538" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bank" destination="535" />
  </node>
  <node id="538" name="Ranger Guild, Underground Spring" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The turbulent current churns rhythmically with pockets of warmer water constantly bubbling to the surface.  Small pebbles whirled with the force of the river become dangerous projectiles, capable of scarring the smooth stone walls as well as soft flesh.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="swim northwest" destination="539" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="537" />
  </node>
  <node id="539" name="Ranger Guild, Underground Spring" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Hot spring water bubbles up from cracks in the stone and mingles with the chilly currents of the Liirewsag River flowing in through a narrow crevice.  The turbulent water roils and whirls steadily against the smooth rock walls.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="538" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="540" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow crevice" destination="520" />
  </node>
  <node id="540" name="Ranger Guild, Underground Spring" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The water churns rhythmically with pockets of warmer water constantly bubbling to the surface.  Flecks of mica in the stone walls glimmer in the lamplight that easily penetrates the crystal clear water.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="541" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="539" />
  </node>
  <node id="541" name="Ranger Guild, Hot Spring" color="#0000FF">
    <description>A pale veil of mist hangs at the surface of the bubbling hot spring, washing everything in dreamlike clouds that drift slowly away.  On the bank of the pool cling thick pillows of moss, providing a soft cushion against the stone.  The sweet smell of jasmine scents the air.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="540" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bank" destination="542" />
  </node>
  <node id="542" name="Ranger Guild, Greenhouse">
    <description>A steamy, bubbling pool sits in the center of the glass greenhouse surrounded by feathery ferns.  The warm, humid air rises and condenses on everything, fogging the panes of glass and making the leaves of the tropical plants glisten with moisture.  Fireflies glow within crystal globes and lend a mellow amber light to the area.</description>
    <description>A steamy, bubbling pool sits in the center of the glass greenhouse surrounded by feathery ferns.  The warm, humid air rises and condenses on everything, fogging the panes of glass and making the leaves of the tropical plants glisten with moisture in the diffused daylight.  Thin tendrils of smoky green maiden's tress moss hang from beams and host plants.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="544" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="543" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bubbling pool" destination="541" />
  </node>
  <node id="543" name="Ranger Guild, Greenhouse">
    <description>A bench swing nestles in a lush green corner filled with temperate plants, including a variety of ivy and roses in a wide array of colors, scents and sizes, from giant golden sun roses and delicate pink Hodierna's blush roses to petite DiSilveron black rosettes.  Rare watermist roses surround a small pool into which splashes a waterfall built from piles of riverstone.  The rich smells of damp earth underscore the heady, sweet aroma of the flowers.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="542" />
  </node>
  <node id="544" name="Ranger Guild, Greenhouse">
    <description>The long glass greenhouse is home to most of the realms' many varieties of plants and flowering shrubs.  Nearest the door, open vents keep the environment cooler and drier than further in, where more exotic plant collections are housed.  Native flora thrives year-round here and provides valuable specimens for study.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="542" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go glass door" destination="545" />
  </node>
  <node id="545" name="Ranger Guild, Garden">
    <description>A long glass greenhouse sits in the center of a manicured lawn dotted with seasonal flowerbeds and a wide variety of small gardens.  Woody shrubs surrounding the clearing create a gentle transition into the tall trees of the forest.  Centered in a grassy circle in front of the greenhouse door is a granite sundial with a vine-carved border and a bronze plaque.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="546" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go glass door" destination="544" />
  </node>
  <node id="546" name="Ranger Guild, Garden">
    <description>Dark, velvety patches of night sky peek through the spreading branches of fine native specimen trees.  Nestled in the grass below a soaring peregan tree is an ivy-clad garden shed with a rough plank door.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="545" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go plank door" destination="656" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb peregan tree" destination="657" />
  </node>
  <node id="547" name="Hunter's Glade, The Branches of a Felenok Pine Tree">
    <description>The strong, aromatic smell of the felenok's needles fills the air and refuses to retreat from the winds that gently rock the tree's thick boughs.  Stunning gold-tipped cones that the tree is known for dangle in twos and threes, like arboreal jewels.  Truly, the felenok is queen of pines.</description>
    <position x="180" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb pine tree" destination="112" />
  </node>
  <node id="548" name="Hunter's Glade, The Branches of a Fat Spruce Tree">
    <description>The spruce tree's branches grow in a whorl that spirals up the tree to the sky.  Each limb is heavily cloaked in needles and clusters of cones, while a few also support woven birds' nests of different sizes.</description>
    <position x="180" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb spruce tree" destination="117" />
  </node>
  <node id="549" name="Hunter's Glade, The Branches of a Quaking Aspen Tree">
    <description>The papery leaves rustle constantly in the breeze with a sound like falling rain.  Ample branches provide plenty of secure places to climb, but shiver in the wind, making the whole tree sway.</description>
    <position x="120" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb aspen tree" destination="84" />
  </node>
  <node id="550" name="Hunter's Glade, The Branches of a Sikka Tree">
    <description>The sap-glazed boughs of the sikka tree glisten almost like glass and glow softly with captured light.  Sap drips from the scaly, reddish bark and travels downward until it hardens, embedded with insects, pine needles and other bits.  A few thin scars in the bark remain from past harvests of the resin by locals.</description>
    <position x="120" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb sikka tree" destination="72" />
  </node>
  <node id="551" name="Temple of the North Wind, High Priestess' Sanctum">
    <description>Walls of black marble streaked with ice-blue enclose the circular chamber.  A heavy armchair upholstered in midnight-blue velvet sits behind an intricately carved ebony desk.  Blue silk tassels and fine blue fringe adorn the dark velvet draperies covering most of walls.  Heightening the dramatic darkness of the room by way of contrast, a swirling iridescent cloud hovers against one wall like a mist-filled door.</description>
    <position x="520" y="-540" z="0" />
  </node>
  <node id="552" name="Temple of the North Wind, Passageway">
    <description>Darkness here so intense that it is suffocating, relieved only by tiny clusters of glowing bluish crystals clustered along the route.  A swirling iridescent cloud partially juts from a granite wall, its colors bright but producing little light.</description>
    <position x="560" y="-540" z="0" />
  </node>
  <node id="553" name="Pilgrimage Trail, The Vela'Tohr Feltery">
    <description>This cellar is packed almost to the bursting point with various supplies.  Smoked goat and boar hang from the rafters.  Crocks of honey and wheels of goat cheese fill the shelves.  A path winds between barrels of cornmeal and kegs of salt, ending before a dark tunnel.  Necessities like blankets and simple tools, as well as wicker bins filled with potatoes and dried beans, are stacked near the tunnel.  Dusty crates provide access to a swirling iridescent cloud in the ceiling.</description>
    <position x="400" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go iridescent cloud" destination="233" />
  </node>
  <node id="554" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, In The Black Willow">
    <description>Dense boughs blanketed in a lush carpeting of interwoven vines support this perch, high above the Vela'Tohr Woods.  In the distance toward the northern edge of the wood, Hag's Crag -- the mountainous home of the Temple of the North Wind -- thrusts into the heavens.  Silvery mist veils much of the range, reaching down into the forest like the ethereal fingers of restless spirits.</description>
    <position x="360" y="70" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb willow trunk" destination="256" />
  </node>
  <node id="555" name="Boar Clan, Overgrown Path">
    <description>Lurking underfoot, the remains of a gravel path lie below sprawling weeds and uncut grass.  A few wooden pikes, their shafts rotting and soft from years of neglect, border the route, still managing to direct pedestrians to and from the field beyond.  Wind rustling the leaves in the nearby forest sounds eerily like the breathy cheers of a faraway crowd of enthusiastic togball fans.</description>
    <position x="160" y="420" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="556" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go village" destination="26" />
  </node>
  <node id="556" name="Boar Clan, Overgrown Path">
    <description>A tall hedgerow blocks the view of the field to the west of the path.  Once neatly maintained, the shrubbery reflects the general sloppiness of the winding, weed-strewn walkway.  Discarded like yesterday's newssheet, a torn pennant left near a large wooden pike shifts gently with every footfall upon the unkempt grass.</description>
    <position x="140" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="557" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="555" />
  </node>
  <node id="557" name="Boar Clan, Overgrown Path" note="barrel">
    <description>An overturned barrel separates the gravelly route from the large field on the western side.  Trash mingles with the grass and bushes as if the group were lifelong friends, inseparable from birth.  It's not hard to imagine a bustling throng navigating the path on the busiest of days despite the current state of affairs.</description>
    <position x="140" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="558" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="556" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="go barrel" destination="560" />
  </node>
  <node id="558" name="Boar Clan, Overgrown Path">
    <description>Hunched astride a bend in the road, a dilapidated wooden shed creaks and groans with every gust of wind.  The curmudgeonly structure looms like an unwanted eavesdropper, interrupting the natural greenery and imposing its dark presence.  While its gravel dies near the shack's entrance, the pebbled path resumes its course to the southwest, retreating to the more welcoming grasses.</description>
    <position x="140" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="557" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="559" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wooden shed" destination="583" />
  </node>
  <node id="559" name="Boar Clan, Overgrown Path">
    <description>Scraggly branches protrude from the bulky hedgerow to the south like a centipede's legs.  The shrubbery crowds the path somewhat, but the tall, flowery grasses along the northern edge balance the scene.  A rut divides the rocky path in an uneven line, likely caused by a wheelbarrow's habitual journey.</description>
    <position x="120" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="558" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="581" />
  </node>
  <node id="560" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field" note="Stompers">
    <description>Once lush and verdant, the thick grass sprawls unchecked along the ground.  The massive hedgerows loom over this corner of the field to create an abundance of shadows for all sorts of creepy crawlies to seek for shelter.  Most of the soil is intact here due to the relatively infrequent use during game days, though a giant felled tree creates an imposing dent.</description>
    <position x="120" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="562" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="561" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="go barrel" destination="557" />
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  <node id="561" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Trash accumulates upon the ground in staggered clumps, blown onto the grass by errant winds or simply discarded by careless spectators of the past.  The corners of a few benches tossed onto the field jut through the tangle of brambles slowly invading the area.  Sticky mud underfoot emits immodest sucking sounds as people and creatures traverse the turf.</description>
    <position x="100" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="563" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="560" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="562" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="565" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="564" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb busted bleachers" destination="566" />
  </node>
  <node id="562" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Two dilapidated posts lie willy-nilly upon the ground.  Once designating the brown side's goal, the rotting shafts serve no more purpose now than to give termites and fungi a place to call home.  Debris in the form of jagged branches and decaying leaves restricts passage through the field where there formerly was open space.</description>
    <position x="120" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="560" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="565" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="564" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="561" />
  </node>
  <node id="563" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>With its roots splayed for all to see, a humongous dead tree prohibits movement in an eastward direction.  Insects scurry along the base to scavenge for morsels of detritus or to consume the tender bark.  Mold and mushrooms proliferate along the surface, presumably because of the large gaps in the hedgerow that allow outside light to filter in.</description>
    <position x="100" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="561" />
  </node>
  <node id="564" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Dense thicket grasses make a play to claim a pair of overturned benches strewn sideways on the ground.  Whether the bleachers were ripped from the sidelines by a terrible storm or a pack of rabid fans remains a mystery, though both scenarios are equally as likely.  Whatever the reason, the long wooden seats inhibit passage westward, but other trailblazers' footsteps and weapons have cleared the brush in other directions.</description>
    <position x="100" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="561" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="562" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="565" />
  </node>
  <node id="565" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field" color="#FFBF00">
    <description>Years of abandonment transformed the field's southeast corner into a marshy swamp.  Stagnant liquid refuses to absorb into the water table underground, and since the grassy floor descends slightly, the earth degrades into muck and filth.  Splatters of mud cake the surrounding hedgerows as if out of spite.</description>
    <position x="120" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="562" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="564" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="561" />
  </node>
  <node id="566" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Weathered fragments of bone litter one spot in this section of the field.  The shards surround a large humanoid skull, likely that of a fallen combatant.  Grass grows through the eye sockets and nose holes as fiercely as it flourishes elsewhere in the field.</description>
    <position x="60" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="567" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="568" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="569" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="571" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb busted bleachers" destination="561" />
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  <node id="567" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Dull paint flakes off the immense benches blocking passage to the east, and vines creep around the wooden legs to ensnare them for all eternity.  Dotting the unshapely hedgerows along the southern edge are numerous practice togballs.  The dented leather globes protrude from the branches and leaves only a fraction and must have been thrown into the shrubbery with astounding force.</description>
    <position x="60" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="566" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="568" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="569" />
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  <node id="568" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Tattered and shriveled, what's left of a jersey clings to the pointy branches of the hedgerow.  A large ditch plowed into the ground disrupts the field's natural flow, preventing easy travel west.  The edges of the long, deep furrow are smooth with slimy moss, indicating the hole is not a recent occurrence.</description>
    <position x="40" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="569" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="566" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="567" />
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  <node id="569" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Great ruts and gouges in the ground allude to the many midfield battles that took place here in the past.  Grass collects in the depressions along with weeds and twigs, though the terrain still threatens to twist the ankles of unobservant wanderers.  The formerly pristine landscape now lies in ruins, devoid of its former glory.</description>
    <position x="40" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="570" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="566" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="567" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="568" />
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  <node id="570" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Bumpy logs from a variety of native trees spread across the ground in no particular order.  The long, thick chunks of wood rise from the depths of the untamed grass like the backs of alligators in a murky creek.  Thankfully, these arboreal additions lack the vicious teeth of the reptiles, though they do manage to trip unwary adventurers and stub quite a few toes.</description>
    <position x="60" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="569" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="571" />
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  <node id="571" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field" note="Maulers">
    <description>Most of the coarse underbrush gives way to less impenetrable grass at this conjunction of sorts.  Haphazardly cut, a ragged gash in the hedgerow facilitates access to a gravel path circumnavigating the field.  Bits of cloth stick to the rough twigs along the gap's edges, fluttering like confetti against the green backdrop.</description>
    <position x="40" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="570" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="566" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go oaken plank" destination="572" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go gap" destination="581" />
  </node>
  <node id="572" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field" note="Head-splitters">
    <description>Birds have overrun the towering hedgerow initially set up as the northern barrier.  Tawny nests peek out from the foliage, and broken eggshells produce a bright mosaic in the mud below.  Wooden posts in various states of destruction rest solemnly upon the tall grass like fallen soldiers on a silent battlefield.</description>
    <position x="20" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="574" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="580" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="573" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go oaken plank" destination="571" />
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  <node id="573" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>A broad tree slices through the hedgerow border, likely having crashed onto the field after a lighting strike or other natural calamity.  The moldy bark bears deep scratches all along the side, as if some creature was trying to rend the giant trunk in two.  Messy patches of earth have been dug up from the ground as well, leaving unsightly bare spots in the grass.</description>
    <position x="0" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="572" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="574" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="578" />
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  <node id="574" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>A collection of sculpted oak creatures sits in a circle around a huge grey boulder.  The arrangement is somewhat peculiar considering the environment.  Wavy stalks of grass caress the carvings, the growth not impeded by the wooden residents.</description>
    <position x="20" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="572" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="575" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="576" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="580" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="573" />
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  <node id="575" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Flying insects swarm above a ditch separating this end of the grounds from midfield.  Copious amounts of soggy leaves and smashed twigs obscure the formerly green and manicured lawn underneath.  No matter the weather, an eerie chill and a stench of death infect the desolate field.</description>
    <position x="20" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="574" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="576" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="580" />
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  <node id="576" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Slumped on the ground like bloated corpses, some leather dummies rest amidst the grass and leaves.  The practice equipment rots and decays just like everything else exposed to the elements for years on end.  A family of enterprising rodents claims sanctuary in one of the torsos, and every now and then, beady eyes glint from the holes riddled through the fabric.</description>
    <position x="0" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="580" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="574" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="575" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="577" />
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  <node id="577" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Splintered oak planks and bent metal rods compose the ruins of a modest structure.  A sign hangs from a single nail near the relatively small doorframe.  The only inhabitants now are the same weeds and grasses overwhelming the rest of the field.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="578" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="576" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go walkway" destination="660" />
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  <node id="578" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Forgotten along with the rest of the clutter, a rusty rake lies adjacent to a tarnished pair of branch cutters.  From here, the view of the field through the goal posts reveals how nature is stealing the grounds slowly but surely.  Only the few gardening tools, relics of a past time, linger on the field as if to lie in wait for the elements to claim them, too.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="579" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="573" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="580" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="577" />
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  <node id="579" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>An upended wheelbarrow in the corner explains the excessive amount of dingy white chalk dust encrusted on the hedgerow and grass.  Too persistent to be washed away by rain or snow, the mixture must include some type of mortar or cement, likely the brainchild of a lazy landscaper who hated redrawing the lines on the field.  Unfortunately, a squirrel met his untimely demise while scampering through the stuff, as he now accents the area as a perfect plaster-cast statue.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="580" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="578" />
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  <node id="580" name="Boar Clan, Derelict Togball Field">
    <description>Curiously out of place amongst the lanky weeds, a large metal bathtub is situated directly in front of the green team's goalposts.  A film of matte-brown algae thrives upon the surface of the rainwater collected within.  The grass does not seem to care, however, as it just keeps growing skyward around the bizarrely placed basin.</description>
    <position x="0" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="572" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="574" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="575" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="576" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="578" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="579" />
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  <node id="581" name="Boar Clan, Overgrown Path">
    <description>Shattered and askew beside the road, a rotting oaken plank slowly succumbs to the torture of both time and nature.  Deteriorating food scraps and empty bottles abound near a barrel tipped on its side, a gooey sludge leaking from the mouth like regurgitated bile.  All signs point to this area formerly housing the field's concession stand, particularly the faded banner labeled 'SNAX' in faint red paint.</description>
    <position x="60" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="559" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="582" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go gap" destination="571" />
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  <node id="582" name="Boar Clan, Weedy Clearing">
    <description>Quite literally, this is the end of the road.  The gravel fades into rugged brush grasses and spindly saplings, likely taking root in more recent years when constant activity in the area ceased.  Surrounded by log fencing, a small patch of land is sectioned off to the west, a crumbling stone well visible through the shafts.</description>
    <position x="40" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="581" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wooden gate" destination="613" />
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  <node id="583" name="Boar Clan, Abandoned Utility Shed" note="Mutant Togballs">
    <description>Next to the door, a remarkably intact wooden sign shows a curious but effective stick figure of a large biped wiping its feet on a mat.  Two walls are lined with hooks and cubbyholes, where togballers and the grounds crew could store their muddy gear.  Tattered bits of once-bright clothing and rotted muddy boots still remain, although the main occupants of the compartments now are a few weasels and a surly raccoon.</description>
    <position x="180" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="589" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="584" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rickety door" destination="558" />
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  <node id="584" name="Boar Clan, Abandoned Utility Shed">
    <description>Racks along the wall contain implements for the care and upkeep of the field.  Rusty rakes, shovels and the like stand at wobbly attention, but a few have fallen out of formation -- especially those where the wooden handles have completely given up the ghost.  Some bins in one corner may have held grass seed meant to fill in divots and bare spots on the field after a round of mayhem, although there is no real evidence of this, and they may have actually held turnips or rum for all the observer can tell.</description>
    <position x="200" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="586" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="585" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="583" />
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  <node id="585" name="Boar Clan, Abandoned Utility Shed">
    <description>The shattered remains of a door frame along with some badly tilting shelving indicate that this small nook was probably a closet of some sort.  Splintered chunks of wood, most of it liberally gnawed, cover the floor.  Piled on the shelves and slipped off onto the ground nearby, shreds of jerseys lie as if they were still freshly washed and awaiting the next match.</description>
    <position x="220" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="584" />
  </node>
  <node id="586" name="Boar Clan, Abandoned Utility Shed">
    <description>Tattered banners hang from the rafters.  On some one can still see the figure of a boar's head others are merely limp shreds of fabric.  Little else distinguishes this area other than a fallen length of roof lying atop a fractured skull.  The skull appears too small to be an adult Gor'Tog's, but aside from that, there are no clues as to its origin.</description>
    <position x="200" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="588" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="587" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="584" />
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  <node id="587" name="Boar Clan, Abandoned Utility Shed">
    <description>A badly decayed woven rush mat covers nearly the entire floor here.  This must have been the practice room, where players could try out their moves with only a modest number of broken bones and smashed heads.  Lying askew in one corner, a large skull grins as if proud that it remains intact.</description>
    <position x="220" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="586" />
  </node>
  <node id="588" name="Boar Clan, Abandoned Utility Shed">
    <description>Battered wooden crates and barrels are scattered throughout the area, creating a sort of obstacle course to walk through for any but small animals.  It seems likely that they once held foodstuffs, but anything that remained has long since decomposed.  The occasional chittering and the faint scrape of claws suggest that some critters have indeed made this place home.</description>
    <position x="200" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="586" />
  </node>
  <node id="589" name="Boar Clan, Abandoned Utility Shed">
    <description>A ring of rusted keys still sitting on a peg on the wall hints that this may have been the guard room for Togs posted to watch the togballs penned in the adjacent room.  The remains of a table with three collapsed legs and several oversized broken chairs, none of which are still functional, lie in a jumble in the middle of the floor.  Indicative of the seriousness with which guard duty was taken, a pair of dented iron tankards completes the decor.</description>
    <position x="180" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="590" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="583" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="591" />
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  <node id="590" name="Boar Clan, Abandoned Utility Shed">
    <description>This appears to be the remains of a large pen.  Rusted, cross-hatched wire presumably once kept unfortunates assigned to be togballs inside, although given that the balls were frequently smarter than their jailers, it's debatable whether they really stayed inside for very long.  A flimsy door swings on one intact hinge, but it is now unnecessary due to wide gaps in the old wire.</description>
    <position x="180" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="589" />
  </node>
  <node id="591" name="Boar Clan, Abandoned Utility Shed">
    <description>The roots of an immense tree have broken through the floor here, bringing with them a host of mosses, lichens and fungi.  As a result, the footing is tricky, requiring one to high-step, duck and be wary of slipping.  It is not immediately obvious what this room was used for, but whatever the case, nature has surely claimed it back.</description>
    <position x="160" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="589" />
  </node>
  <node id="592" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Brown Attack Zone South">
    <description>Thick, lush grass provides soft footing for the competitors who stomp through here.  An ebony carving of a hedgehog sitting atop a tall pole identifies this portion of the field.</description>
    <position x="260" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="596" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="594" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="593" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="600" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="599" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sideline" destination="57" />
  </node>
  <node id="593" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Behind the Goal Line">
    <description>A high, dense hedgerow closes off the eastern and southern edges of this area.  The verdant field remains largely pristine in this remote corner the action rarely comes back here unless a particularly spry togball gets loose and attempts a dash for freedom.</description>
    <position x="280" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="594" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="592" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="596" />
  </node>
  <node id="594" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Behind the Goal">
    <description>A high, dense hedgerow closes off the eastern edge of this area.  To the west are two stout brown posts embedded upright in the ground, forming the goal.</description>
    <position x="280" y="360" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="593" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="592" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="596" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="597" />
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  <node id="595" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Behind the Goal Line">
    <description>A high, dense hedgerow closes off the eastern and northern edges of this area.  The verdant field remains largely pristine in this remote corner the action rarely comes back here unless a particularly spry togball gets loose and attempts a dash for freedom.</description>
    <position x="280" y="340" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="596" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="597" />
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  <node id="596" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Brown Blood Zone">
    <description>The grass has been beaten nearly flat here, a testament to the rugged play that typically ensues when the ball is close to the goal.  Two stout brown posts are embedded upright in the ground to the east, forming the goal.  A redwood carving of a hedgehog sitting atop a tall pole identifies this section of the field.</description>
    <position x="260" y="360" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="595" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="594" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="593" />
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="600" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="599" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="598" />
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  <node id="597" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Brown Attack Zone North">
    <description>Thick, lush grass provides soft footing for the competitors who stomp through here.  To the north, a high, dense hedgerow prevents any reluctant togballs from making a break for it.  A white ash carving of a hedgehog sitting atop a tall pole identifies this portion of the field.</description>
    <position x="260" y="340" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="596" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="599" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="598" />
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  <node id="598" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Brown Half-Forward North">
    <description>Thick, lush grass provides soft footing for the competitors who stomp through here.  To the north, a high, dense hedgerow prevents any reluctant togballs from making a break for it.  A white ash carving of a stag sitting atop a tall pole identifies this portion of the field.</description>
    <position x="240" y="340" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="596" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="599" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="602" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="603" />
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  <node id="599" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Brown Half-Forward Center">
    <description>A wide, shallow furrow runs east-west through the otherwise thick grass, where over the years numerous competitors have stormed through, dragging the ball behind them.  A redwood carving of a stag sitting atop a tall poll identifies this section of the field.</description>
    <position x="240" y="360" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="596" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="602" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="603" />
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  <node id="600" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Brown Half-Forward South">
    <description>Thick, lush grass provides soft footing for the competitors who stomp through here.  An ebony carving of a stag sitting atop a tall pole identifies this portion of the field.</description>
    <position x="240" y="380" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="596" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="592" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="602" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sideline" destination="56" />
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  <node id="601" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Midfield South">
    <description>Thick, lush grass provides soft footing for the competitors who stomp through here.  An ebony carving of a bear sitting atop a tall pole identifies this portion of the field.</description>
    <position x="220" y="380" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="599" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="600" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="606" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="605" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sideline" destination="55" />
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  <node id="602" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Midfield">
    <description>Although mostly grown over with the thick local grass, the ruts and depressions still give this spot the appearance of the site of a minor explosion.  Hotly contested face-offs have resulted in innumerable large bodies skidding off in all directions.  A redwood carving of a bear signifies that this is Midfield.</description>
    <position x="220" y="360" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="598" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="599" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="600" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="601" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="606" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="605" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="604" />
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  <node id="603" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Midfield North">
    <description>Thick, lush grass provides soft footing for the competitors who stomp through here.  To the north, a high, dense hedgerow prevents any reluctant togballs from making a break for it.  A white ash carving of a bear sitting atop a tall pole identifies this portion of the field.</description>
    <position x="220" y="340" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="599" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="602" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="605" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="604" />
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  <node id="604" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Green Half-Forward North">
    <description>Thick, lush grass provides soft footing for the competitors who stomp through here.  To the north, a high, dense hedgerow prevents any reluctant togballs from making a break for it.  A white ash carving of an owl sitting atop a tall pole identifies this portion of the field.</description>
    <position x="200" y="340" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="602" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="605" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="608" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="609" />
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  <node id="605" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Green Half-Forward Center">
    <description>A wide, shallow furrow runs east-west through the otherwise thick grass, where over the years numerous competitors have stormed through, dragging the ball behind them.  A redwood carving of an owl sitting atop a tall poll identifies this section of the field.</description>
    <position x="200" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="604" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="603" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="602" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="601" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="606" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="607" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="608" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="609" />
  </node>
  <node id="606" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Green Half-Forward South">
    <description>Thick, lush grass provides soft footing for the competitors who stomp through here.  An ebony carving of an owl sitting atop a tall pole identifies this portion of the field.</description>
    <position x="200" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="605" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="602" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="601" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="607" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="608" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sideline" destination="54" />
  </node>
  <node id="607" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Green Attack Zone South">
    <description>Thick, lush grass provides soft footing for the competitors who stomp through here.  An ebony carving of a squirrel sitting atop a tall pole identifies this portion of the field.</description>
    <position x="180" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="608" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="605" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="606" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="612" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="611" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sideline" destination="52" />
  </node>
  <node id="608" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Green Blood Zone">
    <description>The grass has been beaten nearly flat here, a testament to the rugged play that typically ensues when the ball is close to the goal.  Two stout green posts are embedded upright in the ground to the west, forming the goal.  A redwood carving of a squirrel sitting atop a tall pole identifies this section of the field.</description>
    <position x="180" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="609" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="604" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="605" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="606" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="607" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="612" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="611" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="610" />
  </node>
  <node id="609" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Green Attack Zone North">
    <description>Thick, lush grass provides soft footing for the competitors who stomp through here.  To the north, a high, dense hedgerow prevents any reluctant togballs from making a break for it.  A white ash carving of a squirrel sitting atop a tall pole identifies this portion of the field.</description>
    <position x="180" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="604" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="605" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="608" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="611" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="610" />
  </node>
  <node id="610" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Behind the Goal Line">
    <description>A high, dense hedgerow closes off the western and northern edges of this area.  The verdant field remains largely pristine in this remote corner the action rarely comes back here unless a particularly spry togball gets loose and attempts a dash for freedom.</description>
    <position x="160" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="609" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="608" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="611" />
  </node>
  <node id="611" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Behind the Goal">
    <description>A high, dense hedgerow closes off the western edge of this area.  To the east are two stout green posts embedded upright in the ground, forming the goal.</description>
    <position x="160" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="610" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="609" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="608" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="607" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="612" />
  </node>
  <node id="612" name="Boar Clan Togball Field, Behind the Goal Line">
    <description>A high, dense hedgerow closes off the western and southern edges of this area.  The verdant field remains largely pristine in this remote corner the action rarely comes back here unless a particularly spry togball gets loose and attempts a dash for freedom.</description>
    <position x="160" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="611" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="608" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="607" />
  </node>
  <node id="613" name="Boar Clan, Spoiled Well" note="Premium Zombies">
    <description>Shoots of brown grass tickle the sides of a grey stone well situated inside a partitioned yard.  The wooden support from over top the structure has collapsed to one side and now lies covered in soil and weeds.  Nowhere to be seen, the well's bucket must have been rescued for a better life elsewhere.</description>
    <position x="-10" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="618" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="614" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="615" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="616" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="617" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wooden gate" destination="582" />
  </node>
  <node id="614" name="Boar Clan, Around the Watering Hole">
    <description>Grass springs up around the wooden slats fencing in the area.  A few tree stumps, their bodies withered and moldy, disfigure the ground in one corner.  By the looks of things, they once were used as makeshift seating, and one has a cup-sized hole carved into the top.</description>
    <position x="-10" y="290" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="613" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="615" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="616" />
  </node>
  <node id="615" name="Boar Clan, Around the Watering Hole">
    <description>At first glance, the corner fence seems to have received a whitewash in order to improve and preserve the appearance.  However, closer inspection reveals layer upon layer of caked-on bird droppings.  The nearby hedgerow to the south shakes with activity, likely from the very avian miscreants responsible for decorating the planks.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="290" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="616" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="613" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="614" />
  </node>
  <node id="616" name="Boar Clan, Around the Watering Hole">
    <description>Muddy puddles quiver in the ground, their surfaces rippling from time to time due to heavy breezes or footfalls.  Impressions in the soft soil take the shape of animal tracks, though some are distinctly humanoid.  The grass attempts to prevail despite the injuries from boots and hooves.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="617" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="618" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="613" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="614" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="615" />
  </node>
  <node id="617" name="Boar Clan, Around the Watering Hole">
    <description>Clumps of grass grow wild around the base of the fence.  Though this area was never fully landscaped in its prime, the will of nature has certainly taken charge nowadays.  Bleached by the sun and ravaged by inclement weather, the wooden beams enclosing the space survive despite the odds.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="270" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="618" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="613" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="616" />
  </node>
  <node id="618" name="Boar Clan, Around the Watering Hole">
    <description>Huddled in the corner, a simple shack tilts slightly to its right, as if using the fence for support.  A tiny moon carved out of the waterlogged wooden door declares this as the field's outhouse, though the repugnant stench and residual brown muck seeping from the bottom are both key pieces of evidence for that conclusion.  Crude markings on the fence's railings illustrate the boredom and impatience of those forced to wait in line to use the facility.</description>
    <position x="-10" y="270" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="613" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="616" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="617" />
  </node>
  <node id="619" name="Forest, Amongst the Trees" note="path">
    <description>Periodic sounds of rustling branches and snapping twigs issue forth from deep within the trees, far out of sight in the darkness that pervades this area.  The air holds itself thickly still, a bated breath that never seems to be exhaled.</description>
    <description>Old growth trees, mostly acantha and elmod with a smattering of birch, abound on every side, while enormous ferns vie for space with the various grasses and hostas that comprise most of the underbrush in this area.  Slightly flattened patches of plant-life wend about in a northerly fashion, bearing the signs of some large creature's recent egress.</description>
    <position x="560" y="423" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" destination="620" />
  </node>
  <node id="620" name="Forest, Amongst the Trees">
    <description>The surrounding darkness is nigh impenetrable as the overhanging branches all but blot out the sky above.  Gusts of somehow still stagnant-seeming wind rustle the surrounding foliage, causing it to whip about wildly.</description>
    <description>The air seems nearly suffocatingly dense and the foliage whips about, propelled by gusts of wind that eddy within the crushed sections of underbrush, following in the footsteps of the unknown creature that disturbed this once-pristine forest.  Whatever it was, it managed to knock over several smaller trees, their shattered trunks testament to the strength of that which rent them.</description>
    <position x="560" y="400" z="1" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="621" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="619" />
  </node>
  <node id="621" name="Forest, Break in the Trees">
    <description>The surrounding woods cast deep shadows over the sparse smattering of acanth and elmod tress that dot this small clearing.  Dark shapes move between the wildly overgrown plants that have taken up residence within the gaps, some obviously woodland creatures going about their nocturnal routines, while others seem so distorted that identification is all but impossible in the brief moments of their visibility.</description>
    <description>The woods here thin out considerably, a sparse smattering of acanth and elmod trees all that remain within this small clearing.  Perhaps in response to this absence of competition for space and nutrients, the underbrush has grown especially wild and intermittent rustling sounds issue from within the dense foliage.</description>
    <position x="580" y="380" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="620" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go cabin" destination="622" />
  </node>
  <node id="622" name="Cabin, Entrance">
    <description>Worn to a smooth finish, plain ash flooring mirrors the planks used in both the walls and the ceiling.  Little embellishment is present in this small entryway, but the open floor plan allows for glimpses of a sitting area to the north, and the kitchen to the west.</description>
    <position x="580" y="360" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="624" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="623" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go door" destination="621" />
  </node>
  <node id="623" name="Cabin, Kitchen">
    <description>Sparse and utilitarian, this small kitchen might seem cozy if it had been decorated at all.  Instead, the granite countertop and simple pine chair seem almost unused, giving the room a clinical appearance that is only slightly marred by sooty smudges on the wood burning stove.</description>
    <position x="550" y="360" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="622" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go white door" destination="632" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stone stairs" destination="633" />
  </node>
  <node id="624" name="Cabin, Sitting Room">
    <description>Though smelling faintly of must, this room is nonetheless rather inviting.  The floor here is mostly covered by a large earth-toned rug, while the walls have been hung with thick tapestries depicting woodland scenes.  Positioned around a circular table, a plush leather sofa is flanked by deep-green upholstered chairs.</description>
    <position x="580" y="340" z="1" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="622" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stairs" destination="625" />
  </node>
  <node id="625" name="Cabin, Upstairs Hall">
    <description>Goldenrod and ochre tones saturate the carpet lining this narrow space, and a subtle scent of aged parchment fills the air.</description>
    <position x="580" y="320" z="1" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="626" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stairs" destination="624" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go double doors" destination="627" />
  </node>
  <node id="626" name="Cabin, Library">
    <description>More a storage space than a comfortable place to read, this room bears no furniture whatsoever outside of the heavy oaken shelves that line its walls.  Crates are arranged in neat rows along the floor, while a stack of stone tablets sits in one corner.  Much stronger than in the hallway to the east, the scent of aging parchment pervades the area, now mingled with more obscure, earthy undertones.</description>
    <position x="560" y="320" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="625" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wooden door" destination="631" />
  </node>
  <node id="627" name="Xerasyth's Office" note="GL Necromancer|Xerasyth" color="#FF8000">
    <description>With a rough-hewn stone hearth and unadorned wooden walls, this office seems more functional than homey.  The simple cherrywood desk is bare save for a mug of tea, and the low side table next to it holds only a single book.  Darkness seems to seep into the room from the large picture window behind the desk, vying with the flickering light from bronze lanterns hanging above it.</description>
    <description>With a rough-hewn stone hearth and unadorned wooden walls, this office seems more functional than homey.  The simple cherrywood desk is bare save for a mug of tea, and the low side table next to it holds only a single book.  Behind the desk, a large picture window gives an unobscured view of the forest outside.</description>
    <position x="600" y="320" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go double doors" destination="625" />
  </node>
  <node id="628" name="Vela'Tohr Edge, Secluded Grove" note="Secluded Grove|Nadigo">
    <description>Quiet permeates this small glade, punctuated occasionally by sounds from the creatures of the night.  Lichen growing along the branches and tree trunks cause the area to glow with a faint green light.</description>
    <description>The sense of darkness that permeates the surrounding woods seems to be lifted here.  Birds and other small creatures can be heard through the underbrush as well as rustlings of other origins.</description>
    <position x="300" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow path" destination="250" />
  </node>
  <node id="629" name="Ranger Guild, Archery Yard" note="Archery">
    <description>The yard is enclosed on three sides by the arching trees of the woods and to the south by the bark-covered rear wall of the longhouse.  Thick pillows of moss and tufts of grass patch the ground, except where a footpath leading downrange to the targets has been worn through, exposing the dark stony soil beneath.  A cord-bound ladder leads up to the roof of the guildhall.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="cord-bound ladder" destination="630" />
    <arc exit="go" move="hide-covered doorway" destination="40" />
  </node>
  <node id="630" name="Ranger Guild, Longhouse Roof">
    <description>Tawny thatching slopes gently down either side of a rounded gable, looking more like a long meadow ridge than a rooftop.  In the center, a wood-framed smokehole is propped open to allow wispy grey curls of smoke to escape from the longhouse into the freedom of the open sky.  A post at the far end of the roof supports taut wires that disappear into the forest.</description>
    <position x="-30" y="490" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="cord-bound ladder" destination="629" />
  </node>
  <node id="631" name="Xerasyth's Private Library" note="Necromancer Library|Necro Library">
    <description>Light floods through a small window on the side of the simple room, which is cozy without being cramped.  Large wooden shelves built into the walls hold numerous books, and the area is tastefully decorated, with simple couches that are arranged in front of low tables.  A small returns desk stands near the door, and a few books are piled onto it.</description>
    <description>Darkness can be seen through a small window on the side of the simple room, which is cozy without being cramped.  Large wooden shelves built into the walls hold numerous books, and the area is tastefully decorated, with simple couches that are arranged in front of low tables.  A small returns desk stands near the door, and a few books are piled onto it.</description>
    <position x="540" y="320" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wooden door" destination="626" />
  </node>
  <node id="632" name="Cabin, Vegetable Garden">
    <description>This small garden appears remarkably still and quiet in the torchlight, with not even the usual sounds of the woods just beyond the fence-line audible from within its confines.  Various raised planting beds dot the area, casting long, deep shadows.  A slender slender white marble obelisk stands in the middle of the plantings, its slightly-rounded sides etched with precise patterns.</description>
    <position x="540" y="360" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go white door" destination="623" />
  </node>
  <node id="633" name="Cabin, Cellar">
    <description>Carved into the earth itself, this simple root cellar is but tightly-packed dirt on its walls and floor, while the ceiling is comprised of the floorboards from the room above.  The heady scent of soil fills the air, though creeping moisture lends it a slightly moldering tinge.</description>
    <position x="550" y="370" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go frost-covered door" destination="634" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stone stairs" destination="623" />
  </node>
  <node id="634" name="Cold Laboratory, Entrance" note="Risen Supplies" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Appearing to be recently built, the little entryway isn't much larger than a closet, and is made from roughly hewn wood.  The air is extremely cold, and a thin layer of frost covers everything, wafting in from panels that resemble the interior of an unlonchai bucket.</description>
    <position x="550" y="380" z="1" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="633" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open oakwood door" destination="636" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open cedar door" destination="635" />
  </node>
  <node id="635" name="Cold Laboratory, Work Station">
    <description>The air is quite chilly, cold enough to leave ice crystals with every breath.  A medium-sized and rather functional laboratory is set up, with a central marble table as the main feature.  Nearby, a row of cold lockers is designed to store specimens for later use, and a tray of very clean tools is set up near the table.</description>
    <position x="540" y="380" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open door" destination="634" />
  </node>
  <node id="636" name="Cold Laboratory, Work Station">
    <description>marble table as the main feature.  Nearby, a row of cold lockers is designed to store specimens for later use, and a tray of very clean tools is set up near the table.</description>
    <position x="560" y="380" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open door" destination="634" />
  </node>
  <node id="637" name="Kaal Utewg, Understory" note="Kaal Utewg|fuligin umbral moths|fuligin moths|moths">
    <description>The faint path leading into the forest vanishes within the ghostly mist that snakes its way around gnarled and twisted tree trunks, concealing writhing and interlacing roots.  Occasionally, a slender beam of sunlight manages to escape the prison of the canopy above, though it is quickly lost among tangled boughs and vines.</description>
    <description>The faint path vanishes within the mist that floats above the ground.  The feeble light offers little illumination.</description>
    <description>The faint path leading into the forest vanishes within the ghostly mist that snakes its way around gnarled and twisted tree trunks, concealing writhing and interlacing roots.  Night reigns unchallenged, the feeble celestial light barely able to penetrate the canopy.</description>
    <description>The faint path vanishes within the mist that floats above the ground.  The celestial light is too feeble to offer meaningful illumination.</description>
    <position x="580" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="642" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="638" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sloping path" destination="291" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="640" />
  </node>
  <node id="638" name="Kaal Utewg, Understory">
    <description>The heavy canopy enfeebles and corrupts the incoming light, bathing the area in midnight green tones.  Mikkhalbamar trees rise up all around, blocking any attempt to advance other than by the path that the forest has seemingly deigned to allow.</description>
    <description>Mikkhalbamar trees hinder advancement in most directions.</description>
    <description>The cold mist that shrouds the forest floor is thick -- almost vital -- and redolent of rotting wood.  Its clinging tendrils wrap about the legs of those who intrude as if to restrain them from advancing along any path other than what the forest has seemingly deigned to allow.</description>
    <description>A heavy mist wraps around the legs of intruders as if to prevent them from advancing in most directions.</description>
    <position x="600" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="639" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="637" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="641" />
  </node>
  <node id="639" name="Kaal Utewg, Stream">
    <description>An indolent stream winds across the path, bridged by a rotten-looking log swathed in slippery moss.  What little sunlight that manages to penetrate the canopy is too feeble to penetrate its atramentous waters, which fail to reflect any of their surroundings.  Indeed, the water seems to swallow the light itself -- what little there is.</description>
    <description>An indolent stream crosses the path, bridged by a rotten-looking log.</description>
    <description>Bioluminescent moss clings to a rotten log, giving it an eerie glow but not providing illumination of the surroundings.  Occasional splashes betray the presence of an indolent stream below the log.  Oddly, its dark surface does not reflect the bilious green light of the moss above it.</description>
    <description>Bioluminescent moss grows on a rotten log, revealing a way to cross the dark waters below.</description>
    <position x="620" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="640" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="638" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="642" />
  </node>
  <node id="640" name="Kaal Utewg, Clearing">
    <description>The oppressive darkness of the canopy yields slightly, allowing a glimpse of the sky above.  Patches of corpse moss carpet the ground, their black sporophytes giving off an odor of carrion.  Strangled with ivy and lichen, a blighted elm struggles to grow amidst a ring of yellow death cap mushrooms.</description>
    <description>Light grows stronger in the small clearing carpeted by corpse moss.  A sickly elm grows among a ring of toxic mushrooms.</description>
    <description>The oppressive darkness of the canopy yields slightly, allowing a glimpse of the night sky above.  The ground has a spongy texture, and an odor of carrion wafts up as it is tread upon.  Strangled with ivy and lichen, the silhouette of a blighted elm resembles a skeletal horror lurching toward the treeline.</description>
    <description>The darkness recedes slightly in the small clearing.  A sickly elm grows in the center.</description>
    <position x="640" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="639" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="641" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go steep trail" destination="643" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="637" />
  </node>
  <node id="641" name="Kaal Utewg, Understory">
    <description>A brooding silence hangs over the area.  Branches seem to constantly bar the way forward, as if to resist those who move freely, untethered to the soil.  Occasionally, tenebrous compound eyes peek out amidst the dense foliage, watching and waiting.</description>
    <description>Travel is hindered by overgrown branches that bar the way forward.  Occasionally, compound eyes peek out at interlopers.</description>
    <description>A brooding malice hangs over the area, amplified by the oppressive darkness.  Branches seem to reach toward trespassers, grasping and scratching.  Hundreds of tenebrous compound eyes follow every movement, adding a baleful gaze to the weight of the silence.</description>
    <description>Travel is hindered by overgrown branches that bar the way forward.  Hundreds of compound eyes follow the movement of those who trespass in their domain.</description>
    <position x="620" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="640" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="642" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="638" />
  </node>
  <node id="642" name="Kaal Utewg, Understory">
    <description>Imposing mikkhalbamar trees dominate, their limbs intertwining to form an impenetrable canopy that starves the understory of light.  What sickly trees grow in their shadow endure a pitiful existence, overwhelmed by lichen and parasitic vines.</description>
    <description>Towering mikkhalbamar trees deprive the understory of light, making the trees that grow below it sickly.</description>
    <description>Night's pall obliterates the distinction between individual trees, which loom ominously in the darkness, whispering.  The skeletal branches of smaller, sickly trees occasionally brush against you, stoking primordial fears of the dark.</description>
    <description>In the darkness, individual trees no longer appear to be distinct.</description>
    <position x="600" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="641" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="637" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="639" />
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  <node id="643" name="Kaal Utewg, Old Growth" note="void-black umbral moths|void-black moths">
    <description>Patiently waiting for a gap to form in the dense canopy, coniferous saplings like pines and larches grow in the shadow of towering mikkhalbamar and ironwood trees.  Sinister whisperings rustle from tree to tree, punctuated by a baleful caw from the crows that watch from above.</description>
    <description>Coniferous saplings like pines and larches grow in the shadow of towering mikkhalbamar and ironwood trees.</description>
    <description>In the darkness, the forms of ancient trees appear to coalesce into a single malevolent entity.  Sinister whisperings rustle from the leaves, punctuated by an ominous hoot from above.</description>
    <description>In the darkness, the forms of trees appear to coalesce into a single malevolent entity.</description>
    <position x="660" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go steep trail" destination="640" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="648" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="644" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="646" />
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  <node id="644" name="Kaal Utewg, Bog" note="Bog">
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    <description>A fetid smell rises from a murky bog.  Drag marks in the mud lead deeper into the woods.</description>
    <description>A fetid smell hangs in the darkness, rising from a murky bog.  Lurid green will-o'-wisps flicker nearby, beckoning unwary travelers.</description>
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    <description>An immense spiderweb stretches between the branches of a juniper tree, its threads nearly invisible in the twilight beneath the canopy.</description>
    <description>An immense spiderweb stretches between the gnarled branches of an old juniper tree, its gossamer threads all but invisible in the darkness.  At its center waits a bloated orbweaver with tenebrous eyes.</description>
    <description>An immense spiderweb stretches between the branches of a juniper tree, its threads all but invisible in the darkness.</description>
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  <node id="646" name="Kaal Utewg, Old Growth">
    <description>Sundered by lightning, the splintered trunk of a once-proud black ironwood tree juts from the ground, resembling a sneering ring of rotten teeth smeared with coagulated sap.  Nearby, its upper half and branches cover much of the earth, choked with a virulent infestation of poison ivy.</description>
    <description>Sundered by lightning, the corpse of a massive ironwood tree covers most of the ground, its bottom half resembling a ring of rotten teeth.</description>
    <description>Sundered by lightning, the splintered trunk of a once-proud black ironwood tree juts from the ground, threatening to impale anyone who trips in the darkness.  The odors of decay and ozone mingle in the air.</description>
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    <description>At the center of a clearing, an ancient bristlecone pine holds court, its skeletal limbs mostly bare.</description>
    <description>At the center of a clearing, an ancient bristlecone pine holds court, its trunk gnarled and twisted.  Its withered limbs reach up toward the heavens, forming a monstrous silhouette.</description>
    <description>At the center of a clearing, an ancient bristlecone pine holds court, its skeletal limbs forming a monstrous silhouette.</description>
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    <description>Bent limbs, gnarled knotholes, and twisted roots attest to the forest's age.  Patches of moss and lichen cling to their scabrous bark.</description>
    <description>Bent limbs and twisted roots discourage haste, threatening to trip those who do not move carefully.  Luminous eyes peer through the foliage, perhaps waiting for the foliage to ensnare a victim.</description>
    <description>Bent limbs and twisted roots threaten to trip those who do not move carefully.  Luminous eyes peer through the foliage, watching and waiting.</description>
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    <description>The trail becomes indistinct as the vegetation that forms its borders thins.  Exposed to the merciless elements, scant foliage grows at this altitude.  Patches of colorful lichen adhere to unstable rocks and fallen trees, surrounded by knobby bushes strewn about the barren landscape.  Hanging from a skeletal hemlock tree like a grotesque party favor, a silken pupa writhes whenever the biting wind catches it.</description>
    <description>Little grows at this altitude.  Lichen adheres to unstable rocks and fallen trees, surrounded by knobby bushes.  Hanging from a hemlock tree, a silken pupa writhes whenever the wind catches it.</description>
    <description>Exposed to the merciless elements, scant foliage grows at this altitude.  Patches of bioluminescent lichen adhere to unstable rocks and fallen trees, surrounded by the knobby bushes silhouetted against the night sky.  Hanging from a skeletal tree like a grotesque party favor, a silken pupa glimmers like moonlit ice.</description>
    <description>Little grows at this altitude.  Lichen adheres to unstable rocks and fallen trees, surrounded by knobby bushes.  Hanging from a skeletal tree, a silken pupa glimmers faintly against the night sky.</description>
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    <description>Clumps of brush grass do little to hinder the fierce wind.  Clinging to a small rock cluster is a gnarled formation of twisted branches stripped of foliage.  Interspersed with the vegetation, resinous husks lie cracked and ruptured from emerging imago moths.</description>
    <description>Brush grasses blow in the wind.  A formation of twisted branches clings to a rock cluster.  Interspersed with the vegetation, empty husks of chrysalises lie ruptured.</description>
    <description>Clumps of brush grass do little to hinder the fierce wind.  A gnarled formation of bare branches forms a fearsome silhouette.  Occasionally, the wind toys with the resinous husks strewn about the area, rearranging them.</description>
    <description>Brush grasses blow in the wind.  A formation of twisted branches clings to a rock cluster.  Occasionally, the wind rearranges the resinous husks strewn about the area.</description>
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    <description>Near the ridgeline, the trees have been utterly vanquished, though dwarf shrubs and tufts of grass cling defiantly to life.  Hardy mosses, liverworts, and lichens grow on the lee sides of rocky outcroppings, lending a bit of color to the rugged granite.</description>
    <description>Near the ridgeline, there are no trees, though shrubs and tufts of grass cling to life.  Hardy bryophytes and lichens grow on the lee sides of rocky outcroppings, lending a bit of color to the granite.</description>
    <description>Near the ridgeline, the lack of trees offers an unobstructed view of the auroras that arc across the night sky.  Below, dwarf shrubs and tufts of grass cling defiantly to life.  Hardy mosses, liverworts, and lichens grow on the lee sides of rocky outcroppings, softening the rugged granite.</description>
    <description>Near the ridgeline, no trees obstruct the view of the auroras that arc across the night sky.  Below, hardy bryophytes and lichens grow on the lee sides of rocky outcroppings, softening the granite.</description>
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    <description>Rainwater collects in this hollow, forming a bog dotted with a few pools.  Trees mark the edges of the mire, growing taller and fuller than those in more exposed locations.  Large cocoons burden the undersides of the branches.</description>
    <description>Carved out by retreating glaciers, rainwater collects in this hollow, forming a bog dotted with a few dark pools.  Evergreen trees mark the edges of the mire, growing taller and fuller than their counterparts in more exposed locations.  Many softly glowing cocoons adorn the undersides of the branches.</description>
    <description>Rainwater collects in this hollow, forming a bog dotted with a few pools.  Trees mark the edges of the mire, growing taller and fuller than those in more exposed locations.  Softly glowing cocoons adorn the trees.</description>
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  <node id="653" name="Hraagkaal, Mountain Pass">
    <description>A gnarled juniper tree bows before the biting wind.  Nearby, a denuded alpine larch lays atop the frozen soil, roots exposed.  Intertwined in the tangle, a translucent chrysalis husks flap erratically in the strong wind, diffracting the sunlight into prismatic colors.</description>
    <description>A juniper tree is bent low to the ground.  Nearby, a denuded larch lays atop the soil, roots exposed.  From it translucent chrysalis husks flap erratically in the strong wind, diffracting the sunlight into prismatic colors.</description>
    <description>A gnarled juniper tree bows beneath the night sky.  Nearby, a denuded alpine larch lays atop frozen soil, roots exposed.  Intertwined in the tangle, a cluster of ghostly chrysalis husks flap erratically in the strong wind, contributing a low hiss to the wind when they touch.</description>
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  <node id="654" name="Hraagkaal, Mountain Pass">
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    <description>Dwarf junipers huddle against the craggy terrain.  A defiant spruce banner tree grows among them, its windward branches killed by the relentless wind.</description>
    <description>Prostrate junipers huddle in the darkness as if seeking protection from the icy winds that whistle down from the mountains and chill the ground underfoot.  A defiant spruce has been sculpted into a banner tree, its windward branches killed by the relentless assault of the wind.</description>
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  <node id="656" name="Ranger Guild, Shed">
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  <node id="659" name="Ranger Guild, Hunter's Tap Room">
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