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Postby tamak » Fri Nov 17, 2017 6:49 pm

* HP:Hurt MV:Strong >
Housing for the Torm
Only one gate keeps the torm in place, allowing them to socialize and sleep
together in large groups. They are lovely to look at in an odd way, A cross
between a horse-sized cat and a lizard with gleaming bronze scales,
six-clawed feet that can grip the stones of the road, and three silver
slitted eyes. Besides the damane, these creatures are considered the
smartest of the exotics, and choose and bond with their morat riders for
life. To keep them entertained large rubber balls have been left in the
room, and lengths of rope as thick as a mans body hang from the ceiling for
them to play with.
[ obvious exits: W ]
A crude but serviceable shovel lies on the ground.
A steaming pile of dung litters the area.
A massive three-eyed reptile gazes at you.
A massive three-eyed reptile gazes at you.
A massive three-eyed reptile gazes at you.
A massive three-eyed reptile gazes at you.

* HP:Hurt MV:Full >
You pat a torm on his head.

* HP:Hurt MV:Full >
You look at the dung.
It is a pile of dung.

* HP:Scratched MV:Full >
You get a shovel.

* HP:Scratched MV:Full >
Tamak firmly grasps the shovel and digs into the pile of dung littering the ground.

* HP:Scratched MV:Full >
The steaming dung emits a most aromatic smell as it is piled in the wagon to be carted off.

* HP:Scratched MV:Full >
The piles of dung just never seem to get smaller

* HP:Scratched MV:Full >
You nod to yourself. Very reassuring.

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