The svelte, dark-skinned templar says to the jakhal tattooed half-elf, in
sirihish:
     "Very good. "

The jakhal tattooed half-elf seems to be full of pride as he stands before
the svelte, dark-skinned templar.

The purple-maned halfling picks a flea off and eats it.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar peers between you and the jakhal tattooed
half-elf briefly and signals to the half-giants.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar gives the half-giant soldier an order.
The half-giant soldier subdues you, despite your attempts to struggle away.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar gives the half-giant soldier an order.
The half-giant soldier subdues the jakhal tattooed half-elf, despite his
attempts to struggle away.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar nods lightly.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar walks south.
The half-giant soldier walks south, dragging the jakhal tattooed half-elf
behind her.
The half-giant soldier walks south, dragging you behind her.

 

Gladiator Stables [ED]
     This room reeks of sweat and blood, intermingled with the pungent
herbs and liniments used to treat the gladiators' wounds.  The walls are
made of old, thick-planked thuja wood, serving more to trap the stifling
heat inside these cramped confines than to fend it away.  A stout wooden
door is in the center of the eastern wall, through which gladiators are
escorted during the games.  This room serves as the staging area for the
gladiators, a small stairway leading down to the confines of their pens.  
A half-giant soldier of Tektolnes stands here impassively.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf is standing here.
A half-giant soldier of Tektolnes stands here impassively.
The svelte, dark-skinned templar is standing here.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar walks east.
The half-giant soldier walks east, dragging the jakhal tattooed half-elf
behind her.
The half-giant soldier walks east, dragging you behind her.

Entrance to the Arena Floor [NESW]
You stand at the entrance to the Arena floor, before a large
metal door through which monsters for the Games are lead through,
in order to meet death at the end of a gladiator's sword.  Two doors,
set into the stone wall which holds up the Arena's underside, are
south and west of you, and a tunnel-like hallway leads north toward the
entrance to the Arena stands.
A tarnished brass chain hangs down from the ceiling.
A half-giant soldier of Tektolnes stands here impassively.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf is standing here.
A half-giant soldier of Tektolnes stands here impassively.
The svelte, dark-skinned templar is standing here.
The flame-color haired templar stands here overlooking the arena beasts.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar closes the door.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar locks the door.

You begin speaking sirihish.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar exclaims, in sirihish:
     "Gladiators, heed my words!"

The svelte, dark-skinned templar pulls on a tarnished brass chain, causing a
loud bell to ring up above.
A loud bell chimes, echoing across the city.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar says, in sirihish:
     "You will enter the arena, you will kill the mul. And you will wait to
be released. You will not fight each other."
The jakhal tattooed half-elf quietly watches the svelte, dark-skinned
templar with respect and nods respectfully.

The purple-maned halfling bobs slightly.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar says, in sirihish:
     "If you do well... perhaps you shall fight others... expect anything"

The svelte, dark-skinned templar looks down at you.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar says to you, in sirihish:
     "You will not fight each other."

The hulking, dark green mul shouts from inside, " Fuck off, you're more of a
slave than I am, you little bitch for the city!".

The purple-maned halfling nods quickly.

You say, in sirihish:
     "This one will do"

The svelte, dark-skinned templar glances eastward.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf says, in sirihish:
     "Aye my lord as you command."

You say, in sirihish:
     "as tembo-templar tells"

The svelte, dark-skinned templar says to you, in sirihish:
     "You may eat him."

The svelte, dark-skinned templar grins softly.

The purple-maned halfling nods quickly with ravishing eyes.

You exclaim, in sirihish:
     "This one-swanky will!"

The svelte, dark-skinned templar gives the half-giant soldier an order.
The half-giant soldier releases you, and you immediately move away.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf says, in sirihish:
     "Good don't want cook stuffing him in the pot"

The svelte, dark-skinned templar gives the half-giant soldier an order.
The half-giant soldier releases the jakhal tattooed half-elf, who
immediately moves away.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar calls out for the gates of the arena to be
opened.
The svelte, dark-skinned templar opens the gate.
On The Western Arena Floor: the svelte, dark-skinned templar opens the gate
from the other side.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar exclaims, in sirihish:
     "Go!"

Visible exits:
North - Hallway
East  - The Arena Floor
The jakhal tattooed half-elf says, in sirihish:
     "Glorious death in the arena"

The jakhal tattooed half-elf walks east.
On The Western Arena Floor: the jakhal tattooed half-elf has arrived from
the west.

The Arena Floor [NESW]
   You are on the west side of the Arena, between the First and Third
Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
   The Arena continues to the east, and a giant iron gate lies to your
west, firmly shut, trapping you inside for the spectators' amusement.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf is standing here.

From the stands over head the short, rugged-looking man shouts, " Here we
go...".

The jakhal tattooed half-elf unslings a jade-hilted obsidian longsword from
his back.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar closes the gate from the other side.

You draw a jade-streaked bone axe.

You draw a jade-streaked bone axe.

You begin speaking kentu.

You shout:
     "FOOOD"

The jakhal tattooed half-elf shouts, in sirihish:
     "Glory for the highlord and allanak!"

The jakhal tattooed half-elf salutes the audience with his sword and bows.

A loud voice booms from over head: "For your pleasure!".

The purple-maned halfling swags his hips and drools.

You say, in sirihish:
     "Hey.."

You say, in sirihish:
     "he ran off"

A loud voice booms from over head: "The half-breed known as "the Jakhal",
teamed with the halfling Swanky..".

l e
East of here is the Beast's Chraden.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
The hulking, dark green mul is standing here.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf raises his sword proudly.

The purple-maned halfling blows kisses to the stands.

A loud voice booms from over head: "Will carry out the Highlord's punishment
of this mul-slave!".

You hear a man's voice shout from the east:
     "Thanks for showing me one of these before I die!"

You say, in sirihish:
     "Fale taught this one that"

To the east is the Beast's Chraden.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
The hulking, dark green mul is standing here.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf shouts, in sirihish:
     "For the highlord, let all know his justice!"

A loud voice booms from over head: "Gladiators! Enact the Highlord's
Justice!".

You shout:
     "the one who bare fale colored eyes will be my dinner!"

From the stands over head the short, rugged-looking man shouts, " Which
half-breed gets eaten first?".

The jakhal tattooed half-elf moves east.

The Beast's Chraden [NESW]
   You are at the Beast's Chraden, a large mound of dirt piled high in the
center of the arena.  Set into the top of the mound is a reinforced
trapdoor, from which the beasts and gladiators that fight for the
entertainment of Allanak are herded out of.  The ground around this chraden
is a mixture of tanned sand, and dark-red of dried blood; the tell-tale
sign of countless battles fought.  The arena continues in all directions.
The hulking, dark green mul is standing here.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf has arrived from the west.

The hulking, dark green mul walks east.

You say, in sirihish:
     "that trickster"

The jakhal tattooed half-elf falls in behind you.

The purple-maned halfling wags a finger at the jakhal tattooed half-elf.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf has arrived from the west.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf shouts, in sirihish:
     "Come coward die an honorable death atleast!"

The hulking, dark green mul shouts, in sirihish:
     "At least give me a suitable weapon!"

l mul
This mul is rather tall among muls, and is dark-green in color.  He is
covered in scars, most likely whip scars, from head to toe, including his
face, although the face scars are slimmer than the others.  He is completely
bald, and the sun shines off his somewhat oily skin.  His face is slimmer
than most, and his skin is tight, giving easy view of his speckled red eyes.
He is extremely thin around his stomach, but from his shoulders to his
wrists, and from waist to foot, he is massive, to say the least.  
The hulking, dark green mul is in excellent condition.

The hulking, dark green mul is using:
           a new black helm
       a new kank-shell gorget
          a new chitin-banded leather cuirass
           a new pair of studded sleeves
          a new pair of fingerless leather gloves
             a wooden training longsword
           a leather swordbelt
           a new pair of studded pants
           a new pair of chitin-banded armored boots

The jakhal tattooed half-elf looks down at the hulking, dark green mul.

The purple-maned halfling giggles.

You exclaim, in sirihish:
     "No!"

Your attack on the hulking, dark green mul is absorbed by a new
chitin-banded leather cuirass.
The hulking, dark green mul parries your attack.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf smiles as he advances towards the hulking, dark
green mul.

The hulking, dark green mul slashes at you, but you dodge out of the way.

The hulking, dark green mul shouts, in sirihish:
     "Ha!"

From the stands over head the dark thick-browed young man shouts, " I
thought your wit was suitably sharp, or was I wrong?".

The hulking, dark green mul parries the jakhal tattooed half-elf's attack.

Your attack on the hulking, dark green mul is absorbed by a new pair of
studded pants.
The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges your chop.
You deftly parry the hulking, dark green mul's attack.

Your attack on the hulking, dark green mul is absorbed by a new
chitin-banded leather cuirass.
The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges your chop.

You begin speaking kentu.

You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is deftly deflected
by a new pair of chitin-banded armored boots.
The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges your chop.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf moves forward blade bared.

You say, in kentu:
     "I will eat you"

The hulking, dark green mul shouts, in sirihish:
     "Not for battle!"

You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is deftly deflected
by a new pair of studded sleeves.
You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his body.

You exclaim to the hulking, dark green mul, in kentu:
     "You will be eaten!"

You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is deftly deflected
by a new pair of studded sleeves.
The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges your chop.

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his leg.
The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges your chop.
You exclaim to the hulking, dark green mul, in kentu:
     "I can taste your blood!"
The hulking, dark green mul attempts to knock a jade-streaked bone axe from
your hands, but you deftly avoid him.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf circles around the hulking, dark green mul.

From the stands over head the dark thick-browed young man shouts, " My My...
should have thought of that before!".

You viciously leap toward the hulking, dark green mul, but a new black helm
gets in the way.
The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges your chop.

The purple-maned halfling licks his lips ravishingly.

The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges the jakhal tattooed half-elf's
slashes.
Your attack on the hulking, dark green mul is absorbed by a new
chitin-banded leather cuirass.
The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges your chop.

The hulking, dark green mul parries your attack.
The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges your chop.
The hulking, dark green mul slashes at you, but you dodge out of the way.

The hulking, dark green mul attempts to knock a jade-streaked bone axe from
your hands, but you deftly avoid him.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf says, in sirihish:
     "Face the highlord justice with some honor."

You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is deftly deflected
by a new pair of studded pants.
The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges your chop.

The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges the jakhal tattooed half-elf's
slashes.

The hulking, dark green mul nimbly avoids the jakhal tattooed half-elf's
circle kick.

The hulking, dark green mul chuckles.

You say, in kentu:
     "food"

Your clumsy circle kick is easily avoided by the hulking, dark green mul.

Your attack on the hulking, dark green mul is absorbed by a new
chitin-banded leather cuirass.
The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges your chop.


You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his body.
The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges your chop.

The hulking, dark green mul says, in sirihish:
     "Highlord?  Justice?  No such thing in this town."

The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges the jakhal tattooed half-elf's
slashes.
You lightly chop the hulking, dark green mul's body.
You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his waist.


Your attack on the hulking, dark green mul is absorbed by a new pair of
studded sleeves.
You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is deftly deflected
by a new chitin-banded leather cuirass.
The hulking, dark green mul slashes at you, but you dodge out of the way.

You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is deftly deflected
by a new chitin-banded leather cuirass.
The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges your chop.
The hulking, dark green mul flips back.

The hulking, dark green mul panics, and attempts to flee.
The hulking, dark green mul runs west.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf lashes out with a kick.

The hulking, dark green mul has arrived from the west.

You say, in sirihish:
     "I'll eat tembo anyway."

You are already standing.

To the west is the Beast's Chraden.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
Nothing.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf swiftly dodges the hulking, dark green mul's
slashes.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf slashes the hulking, dark green mul, barely
grazing his body.
You sheathe a jade-streaked bone axe.

You take hold of the axe with both hands.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf rushes forward.

From the stands over head the tall, rangy, ashen-skinned man shouts, " Give
a decent show, pipsqueak! Bite his ankle!".

The hulking, dark green mul nimbly avoids your bash, and you
topple over and fall to the ground.

You viciously leap toward the hulking, dark green mul, but a new pair of
studded sleeves gets in the way.

The hulking, dark green mul attempts to knock a jade-streaked bone axe from
your hands, but you deftly avoid him.

You lightly chop the hulking, dark green mul's neck.

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his foot.

The hulking, dark green mul nimbly avoids the jakhal tattooed half-elf's
circle kick.

Your attack on the hulking, dark green mul is absorbed by a new
chitin-banded leather cuirass.
The hulking, dark green mul slashes the jakhal tattooed half-elf on his
neck, wounding him.

The hulking, dark green mul looks down at you.

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his foot.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf parries the hulking, dark green mul's attack.

The hulking, dark green mul exclaims, in sirihish:
     "SHIT!"

Your attack on the hulking, dark green mul is absorbed by a new
chitin-banded leather cuirass.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf lightly slashes the hulking, dark green mul's
body.

The purple-maned halfling grins.

The purple-maned halfling attempts to nibble on the hulking,
dark green mul.

The hulking, dark green mul panics, and attempts to flee.
The hulking, dark green mul runs south.

The purple-maned halfling frowns.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf has arrived from the north.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf moves around the hulking, dark green mul
attempting to slash the hulking, dark green mul's hamstrings.

You viciously leap toward the hulking, dark green mul, but a new
chitin-banded leather cuirass gets in the way.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf moves around the hulking, dark green mul
attempting to slash the hulking, dark green mul's hamstrings.


You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is deftly deflected
by a new chitin-banded leather cuirass.

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his hand.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf slashes the hulking, dark green mul, barely
grazing his body.

The hulking, dark green mul charges through the team.

The hulking, dark green mul panics, and attempts to flee.
The hulking, dark green mul runs north.

The Arena Floor [NSW]
   You are on the east side of the Arena, between the Second and Fourth
Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
     The Arena continues to the west, and the sixteen-cord wall leading up
to the stands is directly east of you.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf has arrived from the south.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf laughs loudly as he follows after the mul.

You say, in sirihish:
     "wait here"

Second Chraden [SW]
   You are at the Second Chraden of the Arena, a small mound in the
northeast corner surrounded by a thin red circle, almost indistinguishable
from the other bloodstains which mottle the Arena's dusty floor.  The
screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you further add to the
deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of sand and rocks, as
if built directly over the desert that once lay here, and chitin spies poke
through the ground in various places, threatening those who are more wary
of their opponent than themselves.
   The Arena continues to the west and south, and the sixteen-cord wall
leading up to the stands is directly to your northeast.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf has arrived from the south.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf nods.

The sun begins its long voyage across the heavens.
The red moon, Jihae, disappears below the horizon.

The Arena Floor [ESW]
   You are on the north side of the Arena, between the First and Second
Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
   The Arena continues to the south, and the sixteen-cord wall leading up
to the stands is directly north of you.

First Chraden [ES]
   You are at the First Chraden of the Arena, a small mound in the
northwest corner surrounded by a thin red circle, almost indistinguishable
from the other bloodstains which mottle the Arena's dusty floor.  The
screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you further add to the
deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of sand and rocks, as
if built directly over the desert that once lay here, and chitin spikes
poke through the ground in various places, threatening those who are more
wary of their opponent than themselves.
   The Arena continues to the east and south, and the sixteen-cord wall
leading up to the stands is directly to your northwest.

You hear a man's voice shout from the south:
     "Thanks, at least for giving me competition, but you could at least
give me a sporting chance with a real weapon!"

The Arena Floor [NESW]
   You are on the west side of the Arena, between the First and Third
Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
   The Arena continues to the east, and a giant iron gate lies to your
west, firmly shut, trapping you inside for the spectators' amusement.
The hulking, dark green mul is standing here, bleeding lightly.

You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is
deftly deflected by a new chitin-banded leather cuirass.

From the stands over head the short, rugged-looking man shouts, " Bite him
back...".

The jakhal tattooed half-elf has arrived from the east.

The hulking, dark green mul looks down at you.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf viciously leaps toward the hulking, dark green
mul, but a new chitin-banded leather cuirass gets in the way.

From the stands over head the dark-skinned, red-haired soldier shouts, "
Shaddup and die like a slave, mul!".

You exclaim, in sirihish:
     "Eat !"

The hulking, dark green mul doubles over in pain from your
well-placed kick!

You viciously leap toward the hulking, dark green mul, but a new
chitin-banded leather cuirass gets in the way.
You deftly parry the hulking, dark green mul's attack.

You lightly chop the hulking, dark green mul's waist.

Taking the kick, the hulking, dark green mul says, in sirihish:
     "Agh..."

The jakhal tattooed half-elf grins a bit.

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his body.
The hulking, dark green mul panics, and attempts to flee.
The hulking, dark green mul runs east.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf walks east.

You shout:
     "we eat you little runt!"

The Beast's Chraden [NESW]
   You are at the Beast's Chraden, a large mound of dirt piled high in the
center of the arena.  Set into the top of the mound is a reinforced
trapdoor, from which the beasts and gladiators that fight for the
entertainment of Allanak are herded out of.  The ground around this chraden
is a mixture of tanned sand, and dark-red of dried blood; the tell-tale
sign of countless battles fought.  The arena continues in all directions.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf is standing here, bleeding lightly.

The Arena Floor [NSW]
kill mul
   You are on the east side of the Arena, between the Second and Fourth
Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
     The Arena continues to the west, and the sixteen-cord wall leading up
to the stands is directly east of you.

Fourth Chraden [NW]
   You are at the Fourth Chraden of the Arena, a small mound in the
southeast corner surrounded by a thin red circle, almost indistinguishable
from the other bloodstains which mottle the Arena's dusty floor.  The
screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you further add to the
deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of sand and rocks, as
if built directly over the desert that once lay here, and chitin spikes
poke through the ground in various places, threatening those who are more
wary of their opponent than themselves.
   The Arena continues to the north and west, and the tall wall leading up
to the stands is directly to your southeast.
The hulking, dark green mul has arrived from the west.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf has arrived from the west.

You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is
deftly deflected by a new pair of studded pants.

You viciously leap toward the hulking, dark green mul, but a new
chitin-banded leather cuirass gets in the way.
The hulking, dark green mul slashes at you, but you dodge out of the way.
The hulking, dark green mul parries the jakhal tattooed half-elf's attack.

The hulking, dark green mul tries to kick the jakhal tattooed
half-elf in the chest, but he steps aside.

The hulking, dark green mul slashes at you, but you dodge out of the way.

Your attack on the hulking, dark green mul is absorbed by a new pair of
chitin-banded armored boots.

The purple-maned halfling tries to bite the hulking, dark green
mul.

You knock the hulking, dark green mul senseless with a brutal
circle kick.

You lightly chop the hulking, dark green mul's body.
The hulking, dark green mul slashes at you, but you dodge out of the way.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf shouts, in sirihish:
     "Quit running coward!"

The jakhal tattooed half-elf tries to kick the hulking, dark green mul in
the chest, but he steps aside.

The hulking, dark green mul attempts to knock a jade-streaked bone axe from
your hands, but you deftly avoid him.

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his body.

The hulking, dark green mul nimbly avoids your bash, and you
topple over and fall to the ground.

The hulking, dark green mul shouts, in sirihish:
     "I'm not afraid of death... I'd just like to get one at a time!"

The hulking, dark green mul slashes at you, but you dodge out of the way.

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his body.

The hulking, dark green mul aims a circle kick at your head, but you quickly
avoid it.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf slashes the hulking, dark green mul, barely
grazing his leg.

The hulking, dark green mul parries your attack.

You say, in sirihish:
     "This one will eat you one on one"

The jakhal tattooed half-elf moves towards the hulking, dark green mul, his
sword coated in blood.

The hulking, dark green mul swiftly dodges the jakhal tattooed half-elf's
slashes.
You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is deftly deflected
by a new chitin-banded leather cuirass.

The hulking, dark green mul parries the jakhal tattooed half-elf's attack.
You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is deftly deflected
by a new pair of studded pants.
The hulking, dark green mul slashes at you, but you dodge out of the way.

You viciously leap toward the hulking, dark green mul, but a new
chitin-banded leather cuirass gets in the way.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf looks down at the hulking, dark green mul.

You knock a wooden training longsword from the hulking, dark
green mul's hands.

You nick the hulking, dark green mul's leg with your chop.

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his body.

You nick the hulking, dark green mul's neck with your chop.
The hulking, dark green mul panics, and attempts to flee.
The hulking, dark green mul runs north.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf walks north.

The purple-maned halfling's teeth click as they meet air.

The Arena Floor [NSW]
   You are on the east side of the Arena, between the Second and Fourth
Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
     The Arena continues to the west, and the sixteen-cord wall leading up
to the stands is directly east of you.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf is here, fighting the hulking, dark green mul.
The hulking, dark green mul is here, fighting the jakhal tattooed half-elf.

You lightly chop the hulking, dark green mul's foot.

You nick the hulking, dark green mul's body with your chop.

The hulking, dark green mul shouts, in sirihish:
     "At least you get weapons!  I got a stick provided by the idiot
templars!"

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his leg.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf swiftly dodges the hulking, dark green mul's
hits.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf swiftly dodges the hulking, dark green mul's
hits.

An obsidian longsword flies out of the stands, landing near the hulking,
dark green mul.

Your attack on the hulking, dark green mul is absorbed by a new pair of
studded pants.

The hulking, dark green mul panics, and attempts to flee.
The hulking, dark green mul runs west.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf walks west.

The Beast's Chraden [NESW]
   You are at the Beast's Chraden, a large mound of dirt piled high in the
center of the arena.  Set into the top of the mound is a reinforced
trapdoor, from which the beasts and gladiators that fight for the
entertainment of Allanak are herded out of.  The ground around this chraden
is a mixture of tanned sand, and dark-red of dried blood; the tell-tale
sign of countless battles fought.  The arena continues in all directions.

The Arena Floor [NESW]
   You are on the west side of the Arena, between the First and Third
Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
   The Arena continues to the east, and a giant iron gate lies to your
west, firmly shut, trapping you inside for the spectators' amusement.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf is here, fighting the hulking, dark green mul.
The hulking, dark green mul is here, fighting the jakhal tattooed half-elf.

The purple-maned halfling trots in, his hips swaying.

The hulking, dark green mul attempts to knock the longsword from the jakhal
tattooed half-elf's hands, but he deftly avoids him.

The hulking, dark green mul nimbly avoids your bash, and you topple over and
fall to the ground.

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his wrist.

You viciously leap toward the hulking, dark green mul, but a new pair of
studded sleeves gets in the way.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf looks down at the hulking, dark green mul.

Your attack on the hulking, dark green mul is absorbed by a new
chitin-banded leather cuirass.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf parries the hulking, dark green mul's attack.

From the stands over head the short, rugged-looking man shouts, " Don't drop
it this time, mul.".

The hulking, dark green mul kicks at you, but you grabs his leg and drop
him.
The hulking, dark green mul's kick is caught by the purple-maned halfling,
and he is knocked over.

You nick the hulking, dark green mul's arm with your chop.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf watches the hulking, dark green mul warily as
he circles.

You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is deftly deflected
by a new chitin-banded leather cuirass.

You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is deftly deflected
by a new kank-shell gorget.

You land a solid chop to the hulking, dark green mul's neck.

You nick the hulking, dark green mul's body with your chop.
The hulking, dark green mul parries the jakhal tattooed half-elf's attack.

You stand up.

The hulking, dark green mul deftly avoids your slow kick.

You lunge at the hulking, dark green mul, but your blow is deftly deflected
by a new chitin-banded leather cuirass.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf slashes the hulking, dark green mul's waist,
connecting hard.

The hulking, dark green mul gets up and stands to his feet.

The hulking, dark green mul curses a few times.

The hulking, dark green mul shouts, in sirihish:
     "A bit easier to hold ont-AUGH!"

You viciously leap toward the hulking, dark green mul, but a new
chitin-banded leather cuirass gets in the way.
The hulking, dark green mul nimbly avoids the jakhal tattooed half-elf's
circle kick.

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his body.

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his body.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf parries the hulking, dark green mul's attack.
The hulking, dark green mul kicks at you, but you grabs his leg and drop
him.
The hulking, dark green mul's kick is caught by the purple-maned halfling,
and he is knocked over.

You land a solid chop to the hulking, dark green mul's head.

You chop the hulking, dark green mul, barely grazing his body.
An obsidian longsword clatters to the ground as the hulking, dark green mul
releases it.
The hulking, dark green mul crumples to the ground.

You shout:
     "FOOD IS MINE!"

The jakhal tattooed half-elf slashes the hulking, dark green mul's neck,
connecting hard.

You sheathe a jade-streaked bone axe.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf glances towards the crowd as he puts the blade
to the muls neck.

You exclaim to the jakhal tattooed half-elf, in sirihish:
     "Hey! that one was ours!"

The jakhal tattooed half-elf says, in sirihish:
     "Damn."

The Arena Floor [NESW]
   You are on the west side of the Arena, between the First and Third
Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
   The Arena continues to the east, and a giant iron gate lies to your
west, firmly shut, trapping you inside for the spectators' amusement.
The body of the hulking, dark green mul fills your nostrils with a morbid
stench.
An obsidian longsword lies here.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf is standing here, bleeding lightly.

A loud voice booms from over head: "Well done, Gladiators! The Highlord's
Justice is served!".

The purple-maned halfling runs to the corpse and pauses, rubbing his
stomach.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf shouts, in sirihish:
     "Do you wish for his headlord templars!"

A loud voice booms from over head: "Yes, Swanky, you may indeed eat him.".

You feast on the body of the hulking, dark green mul.
You are full.

The purple-maned halfling tears the corpse to bits with his teeth, sending
gore everywhere.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf chuckles briefly as he wipes blood from his
body.

The purple-maned halfling rips off bones and entrails, shoving them in his
mouth.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf steps back away from you wrinkling his nose.

From the stands over head the dark-skinned, red-haired soldier shouts, "
Ahhhg, that's sick!".

The purple-maned halfling plants his face in the corpse as
he eats in, almost borrowiing in.

A loud voice booms from over head: "One more bout, Gladiators, and then
you've earned some rest!".

The purple-maned halfling makes a bloody mess as he digs his
way in, his hands pushing the corpse and pulling at the skin.

The purple-maned halfling pulls at the skin and shoves it in his mouth.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf shouts, in sirihish:
     "For the glory of allank!"

A loud voice booms from over head: "We will release an anakore for you to
fight against, as a team!".

The purple-maned halfling manages to get blood on EVERYTHING.

You draw a jade-streaked bone axe.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf raises his sword in a salute to the audience.

You draw a jade-streaked bone axe.

The purple-maned halfling gasps.

You ask, in sirihish:
     "More food?"

The jakhal tattooed half-elf says, in sirihish:
     "Maybe this will be a challenge"

The jakhal tattooed half-elf nods.

The purple-maned halfling cracks the skull of the remaining corpse.

The purple-maned halfling shoves the brain in his mouth wholee.

The purple-maned halfling stands to his feet, covered in gore.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf readies his weapons.

The purple-maned halfling frowns.

A beady-eyed anakore has arrived from the east.

You exclaim, in sirihish:
     "ahh!"

You exclaim, in sirihish:
     "Too hard to eat!"

You deftly parry a beady-eyed anakore's attack.
You chop a beady-eyed anakore, barely grazing his leg.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

Your blow bounces off a beady-eyed anakore's tough skin.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges the jakhal tattooed half-elf's slashes.

The purple-maned halfling mumbles softly.

A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges the jakhal tattooed half-elf's slashes.
A beady-eyed anakore claws at you, but you dodge out of the way.
You nick a beady-eyed anakore's leg with your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

The purple-maned halfling tries to bite a beady-eyed anakore.
kick

The jakhal tattooed half-elf slashes a beady-eyed anakore's
wrist, connecting hard.
A beady-eyed anakore claws at you, but you dodge out of the way.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore deftly avoids your slow kick.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf slashes at a beady-eyed anakore's leg, nicking
him.
A beady-eyed anakore claws at you, but you dodge out of the way.
You evade a beady-eyed anakore's bash, and he falls to the ground.
You nick a beady-eyed anakore's head with your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf slashes a beady-eyed anakore, barely grazing
his body.
You land a solid chop to a beady-eyed anakore's body.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

You chop a beady-eyed anakore, barely grazing his body.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf moves towards a beady-eyed anakore.

You nick a beady-eyed anakore's body with your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

From the stands over head the dark thick-browed young man shouts, " At least
you got to eat before you die Swanky! Better than the mul got!".

The jakhal tattooed half-elf slashes a beady-eyed anakore's body, connecting
hard.
You nick a beady-eyed anakore's arm with your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

You nick a beady-eyed anakore's wrist with your chop.
Your blow bounces off a beady-eyed anakore's tough skin.

You nick a beady-eyed anakore's arm with your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore gets up and stands to his feet.

A beady-eyed anakore panics, and attempts to flee.
A beady-eyed anakore runs east.

You shout:
     "We hate meals  that are on the go!"

The Beast's Chraden [NESW]
kill anakore
   You are at the Beast's Chraden, a large mound of dirt piled high in the
center of the arena.  Set into the top of the mound is a reinforced
trapdoor, from which the beasts and gladiators that fight for the
entertainment of Allanak are herded out of.  The ground around this chraden
is a mixture of tanned sand, and dark-red of dried blood; the tell-tale
sign of countless battles fought.  The arena continues in all directions.
A bulky humanoid figure with small beady eyes stalks across the arena floor.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf has arrived from the west.
A beady-eyed anakore attempts to grab you, but you wrestle away.

A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges the jakhal tattooed half-elf's slashes.

You chop a beady-eyed anakore, barely grazing his hand.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

You chop a beady-eyed anakore, barely grazing his body.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore lightly claws the jakhal tattooed half-elf's shield.

You chop a beady-eyed anakore's body.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

A beady-eyed anakore panics, and attempts to flee.
A beady-eyed anakore runs north.

The purple-maned halfling mutters.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf grunts as he parries the blow with his shield.

The Arena Floor [ESW]
   You are on the north side of the Arena, between the First and Second
Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
   The Arena continues to the south, and the sixteen-cord wall leading up
to the stands is directly north of you.
A bulky humanoid figure with small beady eyes stalks across the arena floor.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf has arrived from the south.

You chop a beady-eyed anakore, barely grazing his body.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

A beady-eyed anakore wheels about, kicking up dust.

You land a solid chop to a beady-eyed anakore's head.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf slashes a beady-eyed anakore, barely grazing
his leg.

Your blow bounces off a beady-eyed anakore's tough skin.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

A beady-eyed anakore panics, and attempts to flee.
A beady-eyed anakore runs east.

A beady-eyed anakore has arrived from the east.

The purple-maned halfling jumps about happily.

The purple-maned halfling slumps sadly.

You nick a beady-eyed anakore's body with your chop.
Your blow bounces off a beady-eyed anakore's tough skin.

A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf says, in sirihish:
     "Keeps running"

A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges the jakhal tattooed half-elf's slashes.

From the stands over head the short, rugged-looking man shouts, " Bite the
thing, halfling!".

You land a solid chop to a beady-eyed anakore's wrist.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

You nick a beady-eyed anakore's leg with your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

You nick a beady-eyed anakore's arm with your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore claws at you, but you dodge out of the way.
You evade a beady-eyed anakore's bash, and he falls to the ground.

A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore claws at you, but you dodge out of the way.

The purple-maned halfling lashes out and tries to bite a
beady-eyed anakore.

A beady-eyed anakore doubles over in pain from your
well-placed kick!

The jakhal tattooed half-elf thrusts his sword at a beady-eyed anakore's
abdomen.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf looks down at a beady-eyed anakore.

You nick a beady-eyed anakore's body with your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.
A beady-eyed anakore claws at you, but you dodge out of the way.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf tries to kick a beady-eyed anakore in the
chest, but he steps aside.

You land a solid chop to a beady-eyed anakore's body.
A beady-eyed anakore swiftly dodges your chop.

You chop a beady-eyed anakore very hard on his head.
A beady-eyed anakore crumples to the ground.
You wound a beady-eyed anakore on his neck with your chop.

The purple-maned halfling claps his hands together with
glee.

From the stands over head the dark-skinned, red-haired soldier shouts, " Get
him Swanky!".

You sheathe a jade-streaked bone axe.

You sheathe a jade-streaked bone axe.

The Arena Floor [ESW]
   You are on the north side of the Arena, between the First and Second
Chradens.  The screams and cheers emanating from the stands above you
further add to the deadly and decadent mood.  The Arena floor is made up of
sand and rocks, as if built directly over the desert that once lay here,
and chitin spikes poke through the ground in various places, threatening
those who are more wary of their opponent than themselves.
   The Arena continues to the south, and the sixteen-cord wall leading up
to the stands is directly north of you.
The body of a beady-eyed anakore fills your nostrils with a morbid stench.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf is standing here.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf brings his sword down on the body of a
beady-eyed anakore's neck.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf removes the head from the body of a beady-eyed
anakore.

The purple-maned halfling runs to the corpse.

The purple-maned halfling shoves the jakhal tattooed half-elf away.

You pick up the head of a beady-eyed anakore.

The purple-maned halfling dips his hands in the head and scoops out brains.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf grunts a bit as he attempts to lift the head
up, but decides to not get in your way.

The purple-maned halfling eats the brains from his fingers.

The purple-maned halfling kisses the eyesockets and sucks out an eye.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf wrinkles his nose again.

A loud voice booms from over head: "Good morning, citizens, and may the
Highlord bless you".

The purple-maned halfling bites the nose and tears it off
with his teeth.

The purple-maned halfling begins gnawing on the skin of the head, tearing
parts off and flinging blood everywhere.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf smiles a moment as he listens to the cheers.

The purple-maned halfling frowns as all that is left is bone.

The burning sun rises high into the sky, searing the earth.

The purple-maned halfling tries to fling the head into the grandstand.

The purple-maned halfling covers his eyes as he watches the head fly.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf grins a moment briefly and swings his sword to
his back.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf sheathes a jade-hilted obsidian longsword.

The purple-maned halfling licks his fingers clean.

The purple-maned halfling turns to the jakhal tattooed half-elf, considering
him a moment.

You say, in kentu:
     "food food food food food"

The purple-maned halfling sniffs at the jakhal tattooed half-elf.

The purple-maned halfling shakes his head and wrinkles his nose.

The purple-maned halfling turns back to the headless body of a beady-eyed
anakore.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar has arrived from the south.
The black-haired, thin templar has arrived from the south.
The human soldier has arrived from the south.
The dark-skinned, red-haired soldier has arrived from the south.
The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
The half-giant soldier has arrived from the south.
You begin speaking sirihish.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf arches an eyebrow and moves away from the
halfling's meal.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf salutes the templars and then bows.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar enters, the soldiers circling around the
jakhal tattooed half-elf and you.

Nodding, the black-haired, thin templar says, in sirihish:
     "Well done, gladiators, well done."

The svelte, dark-skinned templar offers a soft round of applause and reaches
beneath his robe.

The purple-maned halfling looks up.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar says, in sirihish:
     "Well met. You have served the Highlord well."

Sharply, the black-haired, thin templar says to you, in sirihish:
     "Enough."

The purple-maned halfling focuses on the soldiers.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar gives a dark brown bottle to the jakhal
tattooed half-elf.

The purple-maned halfling nods and drops the finger.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf says, in sirihish:
     "I am glad to have served the highlord."

The svelte, dark-skinned templar sets the bottle down before you and backs
away with a chuckle.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar drops a dark brown bottle before the
purple-maned halfling

You pick up a dark brown bottle.
It is no problem, and full.

The purple-maned halfling picks up the bottle and eyes it.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf bows as he receives the bottle.

The purple-maned halfling bobs slightly.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar glances into the stands, smiling softly as
the crowd roars once more.

You say, in sirihish:
     "This one thanks them"

The purple-maned halfling licks the blood from his lips and face.

Smiling, the black-haired, thin templar says, in sirihish:
     "You may both get drunk this eve."

Addressing the soldiers, the svelte, dark-skinned templar exclaims, in
sirihish:
     "Escort them to their pens!"

The jakhal tattooed half-elf nods.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar gives the half-giant soldier an order.
The half-giant soldier subdues the jakhal tattooed half-elf, despite his
attempts to struggle away.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf stands at attention and moves to follow the
soldiers.



The purple-maned halfling glances at the half-giant soldier hands, covered
in blood from holding him.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar gives the half-giant soldier an order.
The half-giant soldier releases the jakhal tattooed half-elf, who
immediately moves away.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar gives the half-giant soldier an order.
The half-giant soldier releases you, and you immediately move away.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar says, in sirihish:
     "You fought well Gladiators..."

Idly, the black-haired, thin templar says, in sirihish:
     "I bet on you both."

The jakhal tattooed half-elf smiles a bit, his armor coated in blood.

The black-haired, thin templar says, in sirihish:
     "won some money.  My thanks."

The svelte, dark-skinned templar says, in sirihish:
     "Rest up and prepare yourselves for your next battle."

You say, in kentu:
     "we thank them"

The svelte, dark-skinned templar says, in sirihish:
     "For it may be soon."

The jakhal tattooed half-elf says, in sirihish:
     "Aye my lord. That I shall."

The purple-maned halfling bobs himself in acknowledgement.

The black-haired, thin templar looks down at you.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar says to the jakhal tattooed half-elf, in
sirihish:
     "You gave honor to both your Highlord and House Borsail."

The black-haired, thin templar smirks, slowly shaking his head.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar smiles appraisingly at the jakhal tattooed
half-elf.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar glances over at you.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf nods a moment and then smiles.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar looks down at you.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf says, in sirihish:
     "I live to die for them."

The jakhal tattooed half-elf looks down at the black-haired, thin templar.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar says to you, in sirihish:
     "And you have brought honor to the Highlord and House Fale."

The purple-maned halfling nods his head.

You say, in sirihish:
     "this one is grateful to have the chance."

The svelte, dark-skinned templar says, in sirihish:
     "That one will get it again soon I am sure."

The jakhal tattooed half-elf looks at the svelte, dark-skinned templar.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar exclaims, in sirihish:
     "Rest up Gladiators!"

The svelte, dark-skinned templar turns, his robe billowing.

The jakhal tattooed half-elf says, in sirihish:
     "Yes my lords."

The svelte, dark-skinned templar smiles softly at the black-haired, thin
templar.

The black-haired, thin templar nods to the svelte, dark-skinned templar.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar walks south.
The black-haired, thin templar walks south.
The human soldier walks south.
The dark-skinned, red-haired soldier walks south.
The half-giant soldier walks south.
The half-giant soldier walks south.

A Dusky Hallway [NESW]
   Despair hangs thick in the shadowy confines of this high-ceilinged,
stone-walled hallway.  The floor underfoot is grey stone, worn into slick
smoothness by the passage of endless numbers of feet.  Guttering torches
hang from yellowed bone brackets on the walls, placed parsimoniously far
from each other, shadows pooling in the space between lights.  The ceiling
overhead is made of a sturdy bone grating, placed far out of reach, and
light shines down from the interstices between its bars.  
   Stone doors sit on either side of the corridor, the one to the east
bearing a crude depiction of two wyverns, while the westward one holds five
painted yellow rings.  To the south, an immense door bars passage out of the
pens.  
The jakhal tattooed half-elf is standing here.

The svelte, dark-skinned templar closes the door from the other side.

The purple-maned halfling picks a piece of gore from his armor and eats it.

The purple-maned halfling turns to the jakhal tattooed half-elf.
The jakhal tattooed half-elf wips off some blood with a rag.

You ask the jakhal tattooed half-elf, in sirihish:
     "can this one lick one-jakhal armor?"