Map69_Shard_West_Gate.xml

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<zone name="Shard West Gate Hunting Area and Horse Clan" id="69">
  <node id="1" name="Southern Trade Route, Road to Shard" note="Map66_STR3.xml|North Gate|N Gate|NorthGate|ngate">
    <description>Wyvern Mountain towers far into the sky to the southwest, a monument to time and myth.  East of it reclines Shard, a shimmer of light against the omnipresent darkness of the glowering peak.</description>
    <position x="680" y="437" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go trail" destination="2" />
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  <node id="2" name="Shard, Northwestern Shore">
    <description>A muddy path wends its way amidst the reeds which border the shore of the Lake of Tears.  To the southeast, the towers of Shard loom above the city walls, gleaming as brightly as a paladin's soul.</description>
    <position x="660" y="437" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="1" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="3" />
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  <node id="3" name="Shard, Northwestern Shore">
    <description>A snake slithers quickly into the reeds, passing out of sight.  The wise traveler watches with a wary eye, never knowing whether or not a new creature will prove dangerous.</description>
    <position x="640" y="437" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="2" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="4" />
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  <node id="4" name="Shard, Northwestern Shore">
    <description>The water of the lake laps against the trail as travelers clamber from rock to rock to make their way around the shoreline.  A faint scent of roasting meats wafts over the lake from a local inn, making the mouth water and hurrying wayfarers on to their destination.</description>
    <position x="620" y="457" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="3" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="5" />
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  <node id="5" name="Shard, Northwestern Shore">
    <description>A muddy path wanders through the reeds to the west of the city of Shard, the dark-brown mud clinging to the hem of cloaks and trousers of those who travel this route.  Somewhere to the east, a fish or some other creature splashes in the lake, disturbing the stillness of the trail.</description>
    <position x="600" y="477" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="4" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="6" />
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  <node id="6" name="Wyvern Trail, Journey's Rest">
    <description>A small area has been cleared here for travelers to stop and rest before crossing the bridge to Shard's west gate, or stop and recheck their packs before leaving the city's comfortable embrace entirely.  Wyvern Mountain stands in the western distance, a great waterfall cascading down its face.  Haunting voices rise in a synchronous harmony that chills the bones, revealing the presence of a shrine to the World Dragon nearby.</description>
    <description>A small area has been cleared here for travelers to stop and rest before crossing the bridge to Shard's west gate, or stop and recheck their packs before leaving the city's comfortable embrace entirely.  Wyvern Mountain stands in the western distance, a great waterfall cascading down its face.</description>
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="7" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="11" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go trail" destination="5" />
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  <node id="7" name="Shard, West Bridge">
    <description>The bridge leads to and from the west district of the great city of Shard, under the careful watch of the guards and the respectful silence of Wyvern Mountain.  Chanting fills the air as voices rise in praise of some hidden deity.</description>
    <description>The bridge leads to and from west district of the great city of Shard, under the careful watch of the guards and the respectful silence of Wyvern Mountain.  A white ribbon of water showers down the mountain's face.</description>
    <position x="620" y="497" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="8" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="6" />
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  <node id="8" name="Shard, West Bridge">
    <description>The Tower of Shard glows slightly in night's gloom with a hidden power, masked only slightly by the lights from the city streets.  Wyvern Mountain is visible to the west standing a stoic watch over the lands, and perhaps waiting for a mysterious event to transpire.</description>
    <description>The Tower of Shard stabs into the sky above the city to the east, the power of presence evident even from this far away.  It is overshadowed, however, by the hulking majesty of Wyvern Mountain on the western horizon.  A white streak is visible cascading down the mountain's side from its highest peak to the darkness at its base.</description>
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  <node id="9" name="Shard, West Bridge">
    <description>The dark of night hovers over the lake, twined with a mysterious chanting that resonates all around.  There's no mystery to why this bridge is all but deserted when the sun flees from the heavens.</description>
    <description>The Lake of Tears stretches out below and to the sides of this causeway, surrounding the city of Shard and serving as its oldest defender.  Wyvern Mountain dominates the landscape west beyond the Journey's Rest.</description>
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    <description>Eerie chanting echoes over the bridge, filling the air with an ominous reminder that the World Dragon is still an influential power.  Wyvern Mountain rises up blotting out the western sky.</description>
    <description>The walls of Shard gleam with an inner light rivaling the sun for magnificence, the carefully cut crystal reflecting and refracting light in amazing patterns.  Wyvern Mountain rises up in the west, a huge shadow against the daytime sky.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go city gate" destination="31" />
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  <node id="11" name="Western Road, Foot of Wyvern Mountain">
    <description>A dull roar can be heard from the west as water cascades down the face of Wyvern Mountain, its looming presence casting shadows that deepen the darkness and chill the air.  To the east is the Lake of Tears, its waters casting glimmering reflections against the crystal walls of Shard.  Around the base of the mountain, a crude road curves into the distance.</description>
    <description>A dull roar can be heard from the west as water cascades down the face of Wyvern Mountain, its looming presence casting shadows that absorb light and chill the air.  To the east is the Lake of Tears, its waters casting glimmering reflections against the crystal walls of Shard.  Around the base of the mountain, a crude road curves into the distance.</description>
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="6" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="12" />
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  <node id="12" name="Western Road, Foot of Wyvern Mountain" note="RTI11|RT-S-GR" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Chunks of rock and debris have fallen from the heights of the mountain to lie scattered haphazardly on the road.  The air is dense with the scent of mosses and damp earth, and the sound of Wyvern's great waterfall rumbles all around.  To the north, the Dragon Spine Mountains lurch in jagged silhouette against the skyline.</description>
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  <node id="13" name="Western Road, Foot of Wyvern Mountain">
    <description>The road narrows slightly as it bends to follow the base of Wyvern Mountain.  Shade-loving columbine and blue iris, their blossoms curled tightly against the night, thrive in the great shadows of the Spine.</description>
    <description>The road narrows slightly as it bends to follow the base of Wyvern Mountain.  Shade-loving columbine and blue iris stretch to reach any stray beams of sunlight that manage to filter past the great shadows of the Spine.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="14" />
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  <node id="14" name="Western Road, Foot of Wyvern Mountain">
    <description>The road rises slightly, continuing its long trek.  Wyvern Mountain towers overhead, its misty, snow-capped reaches so distant that they seem almost unreal, as if painted against the sky.  A small spring trickles across the road here, feeding clusters of mint and sorrel with its mineral-rich water.</description>
    <description>The road rises slightly, continuing its long trek.  Wyvern Mountain towers overhead, its misty, snow-capped reaches so distant that they seem almost unreal, as if painted against the sky.  A small spring trickles across the road, feeding nearby clusters of mint and sorrel with its mineral-rich water.</description>
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="13" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="15" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rockslide" destination="382" />
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  <node id="15" name="Western Road, Foot of Wyvern Mountain" note="Wyvern Mountain">
    <description>Large boulders hug the foot of the slopes, silently keeping vigil over the road beneath them.  Occasionally there are slithering or skittering sounds among the rocks, but no sign of the creatures inhabiting their shadowed crevices.  To the north, the Dragon Spine range pushes up towards the sky, a stark frame for the chill reaches of Wyvern Mountain.</description>
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="14" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="452" />
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  <node id="16" name="Western Road, Foot of Wyvern Mountain">
    <description>Some unknown force has left one slope of the mountain fire-blackened and sheared nearly smooth.  Carved into the base of the slope is a line of flowing, irregular symbols, weathered and almost entirely chipped away.  On the other side of the road, a blanket of tiny starflowers covers the scorched land, beginning the cycle of renewal.</description>
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="15" />
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  <node id="17" name="Western Road, Foot of Wyvern Mountain">
    <description>A chill breeze rustles periodically through the low brush and plants flanking the scree-covered road.  Towards the north, the Dragon Spine can be seen, jutting out like rocky teeth from a nest of brown and green vegetation.  Above, Wyvern Mountain looms against the southern skyscape, its jagged profile immense and austere.</description>
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  <node id="18" name="Western Road, Foot of Wyvern Mountain">
    <description>Traversing around the base of the mountain, the road is eternally cloaked in shadow as it is greeted on both sides by tall, white-capped peaks.  Hardy slopes of juniper and pine flourish to the east, fanning out to meet the Dragon Spine range.  Towards the south, the edge of the great Wyvern lifts up at a steady incline, rocky and hazardous.</description>
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  <node id="19" name="Western Road, Foot of Wyvern Mountain">
    <description>Like a monument crafted by the gods themselves, Wyvern Mountain reaches towards the heavens, its massive circumference dominating the southern landscape.  A sparkling haze, heavy with ice crystals, hangs over its upper reaches as the mountain's rocky and sparsely vegetated slopes cascade down to eventually embrace the road beneath.</description>
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="18" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="20" />
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  <node id="20" name="Western Road, Below the Spine">
    <description>Winding along the bottom of otherwise rugged terrain, the road continues to skirt the mountains as they keep watch in timeless vigil.  Above, the Dragon Spine begins its curving trek towards the Dragon's Breath Forest, while here only juniper and tufts of white starflowers and the graceful stalks of gold yarrow grace the scene.  To the west, the land opens up into swathes of deep green.</description>
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  <node id="21" name="Western Road, Below the Spine">
    <description>Stunted pines and prickly hawthorn grow rampant along the edges of the road.  Occasionally, groups of tiny mountain chickadees alight there to search for seeds, then scatter back into the air.  The Spine towers to the northeast, its peaks a jagged silhouette.</description>
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  <node id="22" name="Western Road, Below the Spine">
    <description>The road is filled with bumps and cracks created by the restless earth under the surrounding mountain ranges.  Their rocky peaks dominate the sky and cast constant shadows on the land below.</description>
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  <node id="23" name="Western Road, Below the Spine">
    <description>Flung from the upper slopes as though in protest against any traveler's intrusion, rubble and scree are scattered in all directions.  Despite the obstacles, the road continues to wind around the base of the Dragon Spine Range.  Toward the northeast, rolling hills lead down into a wide basin that is lush with a green-gold cloak of vegetation.  Hulking to the south is Wyvern Mountain, guarding a rocky pass.</description>
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  <node id="24" name="Western Road, Lightly Forested Hills" color="#008000">
    <description>The crisp scent of evergreens floats though the forested hills, carried by ranks of lodgepole pines.  Growing in the shadows of the Spine, the pines are tall and grasping, reaching up for every bit of sunlight.  In their dense branches, the bittersweet call of orioles or mockingbirds sounds occasionally, though the wary birds stay well out of sight.  Toward the south the pines make way for more rugged country as the road passes below the mountains.</description>
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  <node id="25" name="Western Road, Lightly Forested Hills" color="#008000">
    <description>Rolling onward through the hills, the road is roughly channeled, the result of rainwater pouring down the slopes in heavy storms.  On either side, the tall pines rise like silent sentinels, guarding the passage to the lands beyond.  The surrounding forest is shadowy and quiet, with only occasional rustling from deep amongst the trees revealing the presence of other beings.</description>
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  <node id="26" name="Western Road, Lightly Forested Hills" color="#008000">
    <description>Exquisitely sharp peaks throw back the weather that tries to press forward from the warmer climes of the east.  Lofting so stark and tall that they swallow the sky, they almost seem to be straining to throw off the bonds of the earth.  Often, little showers of pebbles rattle down, tumbling to a final stop on the dark, ice-scoured road.</description>
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  <node id="27" name="Western Road, Lightly Forested Hills" color="#008000">
    <description>A constant, chill breeze snakes across the road, driven down from somewhere on the upper reaches of the Wyvern's slopes.  Little paths reach towards thinly wooded gullies that split the forests to the south, then ghost away, overwhelmed by lush vegetation.</description>
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  <node id="28" name="Western Road, Wyvern Wood" color="#008000">
    <description>Dropping from a cleft in the Dragon Spine, Wyvern Wood curves southerly, then wings out toward the western end of the mountain that is its namesake.  Its stands of huge cedar trees, punctuated by groves of silverwillow and aspen, form a dense green mosaic unsullied by any signs of civilization.</description>
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  <node id="29" name="Western Road, Wyvern Wood" color="#008000">
    <description>Thanks to the pervasive forest, a fragrant mat of leaves and conifer needles litters the ground year-round.  The damp, cool air carries the tiny symphony of sounds that make up life in these dense woodlands -- the fluting calls of birds, the rattle of branches, and the chanting of tree frogs are nearly always present in varied harmonies.</description>
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  <node id="30" name="Western Road, Wyvern Wood" color="#008000">
    <description>Stretching to capture any light that can filter down past the mountain peaks and through the dense canopy of cedar, a spindly maple clings to the road's embankment.  Its surface roots splay in all directions, forming knotted tangles that require cautious passage.</description>
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    <description>The sound of chanting voices carries over the Lake of Tears and past the West Gate.  If the guards appear disturbed by the steady droning sound, they do not show it as they pace the wallwalks, eyes constantly scanning for any sign of danger in the night.</description>
    <description>Glossy black and opaque, the diamondique West Gates of the city gleam alongside the brightly burnished armor of its guards.  The crystal walls are equally bright, all resulting in a whole that would be blinding were they any more perfect or the sun any more bright.</description>
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  <node id="32" name="Western Road, Wyvern Wood" color="#008000">
    <description>Two huge cedar trees bank the road, their branches forming a natural arch overhead.  Further from the road larger, older trees abound, their trunks so massive that they stand like the ancient watchtowers of some wildwood civilization.</description>
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  <node id="33" name="Western Road, Wyvern Wood" color="#008000">
    <description>Nestled along the road between the trees is a patch of ground lilies, their closed blooms pearly in the night.  The road is fairly straight and wide, although the presence of slippery piles of leaves and large fallen branches makes the path less than easy going.  Tall red cedars trail off into the distance, the larger ones making up the heart of the Wyvern Wood to the east.</description>
    <description>Nestled along the road between the trees is a patch of ground lilies, basking in filtered beams of sunlight.  The road is fairly straight and wide, although the presence of slippery piles of leaves and large fallen branches makes the path less than easy going.  Tall red cedars trail off into the distance, the larger ones making up the heart of the Wyvern Wood to the east.</description>
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  <node id="34" name="Western Road, Wyvern Wood" color="#008000">
    <description>The road bends sharply to the southwest, curving around a large cedar tree that has seen fit to grow in the middle of the road.  Several rowan trees line the western half of the road around the defiant cedar, while aspen and silverwillow struggle for space and light among the towering forests to the east.</description>
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    <description>Feathery rowan trees encroach from the west, beginning to mix with the stately cedars that mark the edges of Wyvern Wood.  Royal ferns cluster in the damp mounds of earth at the edge of the roadway, their heavy fronds deep green in the shadows of the taller trees.</description>
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  <node id="36" name="Western Road, Open Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>Weaving through groves of rowan trees, the road is dappled with veils of shadow cast by their arching boughs.  To the east, towering red cedars begin to fill the skyline as this expansive montane forest collides with the edges of the denser woodlands.</description>
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  <node id="37" name="Western Road, Open Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>The long, weary road tumbles through lush open forest, nestled between the great mountains that make up this rugged region.  As though the earth itself was left uneasy by the heritage of the Dragon Priests, another mountain range has been thrown up in the northwest.</description>
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    <description>The northern horizon darkens with the ice-laden peaks of the Himineldar Shel range.  Its slopes flow down to meet the majestic foothills of the Dragon Spine Mountains, as though two mighty serpents of stone and earth have met upon a colossal field of battle and become locked in eternal struggle.</description>
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    <description>Tumbling through the lower slopes of the Himineldar, the Western Road travels up and down gentle foothills through an open forest of aspen, pine, and fir.  As if confirming the old Dwarven saying, "Mountains make their own weather," thick clouds ring the peaks above.  They cluster just below the tree line, paying homage to the rocky, snow-glittered heights.</description>
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  <node id="40" name="Western Road, Himineldar Foothills">
    <description>The road crests one of the foothills, opening outward to a good view of the forest that stretches into the distance in a tapestry of green and gold and brown.  Lodgepole pine trees prevail on these rocky slopes, climbing up the flanks of the mountains like an army holding siege to an icy fortress.</description>
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  <node id="41" name="Western Road, Himineldar Foothills">
    <description>Skirting around the base of the great Himineldar, the rugged road dips between foothills, passing jagged chunks of boulder and struggling young trees.  Tall clumps of switchgrass have taken hold amongst the mountains, dividing the austere grey crags and crevices with inlets of pale gold.</description>
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    <description>The Himineldar Shel adorn the northwest skyline like a massive sculpture of granite that trails into the far distance.  Conifers stunted by icy winds huddle around their base, sometimes scaling up the rocks in nearly-perfect lines.  To the west, the road bends away from the forest toward the mountains, traveling a smoother path beneath the deep blue shadow of the peaks.</description>
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  <node id="43" name="Western Road, Himineldar Foothills">
    <description>Flurries of chilling wind sweep down almost constantly from the snow-packed peaks, their icy fingers seeming to search for warmth to destroy.  To the north are the majestic Himineldar -- rocky giants laced with ribbons of green trees that grow sparse and then fade away at the uppermost reaches.  A dense mist hangs around the heights, giving the mountains a hazy, dreamlike aura from this distance.  Among the wind-gnarled pines of the foothills, the road continues along its winding path.</description>
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  <node id="44" name="Western Road, Himineldar Foothills">
    <description>The side of the mountain has been sheared away.  Shattered blocks of rock scattered among the overgrown brush hint that this area may once have been a quarry, though the lush growth of lupine among the fragments show that it is long abandoned.  To the east, thin young saplings mark the beginning of a spanning forest, while to the west, rocky grasslands roll down into a basin nestled in the shadows of the Himineldar.</description>
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  <node id="45" name="Western Road, Himineldar Foothills">
    <description>The rocky road leads around the base of a sheer mountain, surrounded by the greenbriar brush and bear grass that cling to the stone-ridden foothills.  Nearby lie the remains of a cart, forgotten long ago by the wayside.  Only planks from the sideboard and a heavily damaged wheel are left to decay in the chilling winds that claim this trail.</description>
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    <description>Grassy hills to the southwest roll to meet the sweeping base of the Himineldar, their rugged, icy peaks looming over the entire northern landscape and stretching east toward Wyvern Wood and the Dragon Spine Mountains beyond.  The road is fairly well maintained, carefully curving around the base of the mountains as it navigates its way through the rough terrain.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="47" />
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  <node id="47" name="Western Road, Rolling Hills">
    <description>The jagged slopes of the Himineldar Shel have peppered their lower reaches with blocks of stone that somehow slipped from its grip.  Attempts to offset the toll of winter freezes and heavy rains on the road have utilized these fragments of the mountain for repairs and though perhaps a bit bumpy for cart or caravan, they provide a comfortable walk through otherwise rugged terrain.</description>
    <position x="140" y="177" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="48" />
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  <node id="48" name="Western Road, Rolling Hills">
    <description>The road bends around the base of one of the hills, traveling through an area of thick bear grass and golden switchgrass.  Softened by the hillside, a cool breeze whispers through the brush, filling the air with the crisp scent of forests and icy peaks.</description>
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  <node id="49" name="Western Road, Rolling Hills">
    <description>A roughly-cut hillside to the west stretches to meet the tall grasses and aspen of the eastern slopes.  From somewhere beyond the hill, the wind carries the sounds of goats and sheep bleating and the occasional bark of a sheepdog to echo off rocky slopes in an oddly harmonious duet.</description>
    <position x="100" y="157" z="0" />
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  <node id="50" name="Western Road, Rolling Hills">
    <description>Along the edges of a lowland valley, the grassy knolls surrounding the road are so closely cropped that they must be used for grazing.  As if in confirmation, the horizon is dotted with tufts of white, grey, and brown that appear to be herds of some kind, though they are too distant to make out clearly.  Rocky hills continue to the east, tumbling up to the feet of the mighty Himineldar Shel.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="51" />
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  <node id="51" name="Western Road, Rolling Hills">
    <description>The road slopes over the edge of a band of rolling hills, providing a view of the darkness-cloaked valley basin below.  Drifts of white mountain heather, blossoms slumbering through the night, grow along the hills that crest like emerald-green waves to curve behind the lowlands that stretch along the base of the mountains.</description>
    <description>The road slopes over the edge of a band of rolling hills, providing a view of the verdant basin below.  Drifts of white mountain heather grow along the hills that crest like emerald-green waves to curve behind the lowlands that stretch along the base of the mountains.</description>
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    <description>Nestled between the Himineldar Shel and the dense forest to the south is a secluded valley quilted with glimmering stretches of marshy fens.  From the valley's center, nighttime's subdued illumination merely outlines bits of trails and game paths that are quickly lost in the darkness.</description>
    <description>Nestled between the Himineldar Shel and the dense forest to the south is a secluded valley quilted with glimmering stretches of marshy fens.  From the valley's center spreads a webbing of either footpaths or game trails leading back to the main road.</description>
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  <node id="53" name="Western Road, Lowland Valley">
    <description>A stone croft sits near the road, its doorframe gaping empty and one wall collapsed.  Time and the icy winds have partnered to do a through job of erasing any signs of the original inhabitants, and a tangle of silverleaf vines have climbed the remaining walls, ready to begin their patient work of pulling the stonework back down to the waiting earth.</description>
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  <node id="54" name="Western Road, Lowland Valley">
    <description>Under the shadow of the Himineldar, the icy waters of the Ilaya Gish come surging out of the mountains, winding their way toward the south.  Milky with the burden of suspended minerals carried from the heart of the mountains, the river sprays fans of fine mist in the air as it sluices through the valley.</description>
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    <description>A crude stone bridge crosses the Ilaya Gish, its surface worn nearly smooth from repeated seasons of freezing, thawing, and floods.  The riverbanks themselves have been reinforced in some places with stones placed behind heavy netting in an effort to keep the waters at bay when snowmelt runs high.  Marshy lowlands span the western banks, edging a long bluff.</description>
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  <node id="56" name="Western Road, Lowland Valley">
    <description>A thin band of aspen trees laces the borders of a seep -- a deep, waterlogged mat of dead moss and leaves underlying the forest-ringed wetland.  Cinnamon and royal ferns thrive in the damp, insulating detritus, and wild calla lilies lift their heart-shaped white faces to the sky.  A long bluff stretches out to the west, marking the border of higher lands.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="57" />
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  <node id="57" name="Western Road, Low Cliffs" note="safe room">
    <description>Dividing the valley from a rolling plateau, the bluff drops down into rich lowlands and bogs that surround a winding river.  A narrow path laced with hoof prints traverses the striated bands composing the rocky face of the bluff and ends at the higher steppe beyond.</description>
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  <node id="58" name="The Western Road, Vista" note="Vista">
    <description>Rolling plains stretch to a range of faraway mountains on the western horizon.  The road, however, links the bluff and the rising ground to the northwest, a region of low ridges and small groves of trees.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="225" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb path" destination="57" />
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  <node id="59" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>Scattered groves of white oaks stand like pale sentinels in the moonlight, yielding to seemingly endless waves of golden plumegrass and threadbush.  With a slight swish and hiss, the grasses quickly close over any evidence of passage.</description>
    <description>Scattered groves of pale-barked white oaks yield to seemingly endless waves of golden plumegrass and threadbrush.  With a slight swish and hiss, the grasses quickly close over any evidence of passage.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="60" />
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  <node id="60" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>The call of a great horned owl floats hauntingly through the air and is soon answered by another owl further away, the notes of the duet echoing for long moments.  Passing breezes move through the thin-bladed grasses to create a constant soft whisper that just touches the edge of awareness.</description>
    <description>The lilting song of a savannah sparrow drifts occasionally through the air, the notes falling in a crystalline cascade so sweet and sharp that the sound lingers for long moments.  Passing breezes move through the thin-bladed grasses to create a constant soft whisper that just touches the edge of awareness.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="61" />
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  <node id="61" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Bluff">
    <description>A basalt-studded bluff looms over the savannah, lifting above the ocean of grasses.  Scrub oaks cling tenaciously to its sides, obscuring the base of the sun-blackened boulders at its crest.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="62" />
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  <node id="62" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Bluff">
    <description>A barely visible game trail climbs the bluff, threading between sun-scorched slabs of basalt thrust upward by some ancient upheaval.  A canopy of oak with an understory of shrubby hawthorn crowds the trail as it reaches a level stretch of ground that is churned by cloven hoofprints.</description>
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  <node id="63" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Game Trail" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The barest trace of a game trail wends its way through undulating waves of grasses, nearly invisible in the subdued illumination of the stars.  Gusty breezes whisk brittle seed pods along the ground, transporting the embryonic plants to some distant new home.</description>
    <description>The barest trace of a game trail wends its way through undulating waves of grasses, their green-gold hues punctuated by the dusty orange of globemallow blossoms.  Gusty breezes whisk brittle seed pods along the ground, transporting the embryonic plants to some distant new home.</description>
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  <node id="64" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Game Trail" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Each of countless blades of grass is frosted by moonlight, creating a shimmering vista that spans the earth in all directions.  From the indigo sky overhead, nighthawks can often be heard calling to one another in their liquid tremolo -- a cascade of sound that breaks the dark.</description>
    <description>Each of countless blades of grass is gilded by sunlight, creating a shimmering vista that spans the earth in all directions.  A sprinkling of fast-moving clouds scatters a changeless yet ever-changing pattern of brightness and darkness over the landscape.</description>
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  <node id="65" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Game Trail" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The tall, lavender-spiked plumes of windfeather plants rise in thick clusters, their silvery-green stems anchoring the gossamer strands of hundreds of spiderwebs.  Glinting like miniscule diamonds in refracted starlight, the webs create a misty haze just above the ground.</description>
    <description>The tall, lavender-spiked plumes of windfeather plants rise in thick clusters, their silvery-green stems anchoring the gossamer strands of hundreds of spiderwebs.  Given the blossoms' attraction for moths and butterflies, the little webspinners have made a wise choice of location.</description>
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    <description>Thick-spiked windfeather and mature bluestem create a nighttime mosaic worked in moonlight and shadows that stretches to the horizon, competing with the vastness of the sky.  Occasionally, the joyful, raucous yips of coyotes can be heard as they hunt for field mice or create their particular and unique brand of trouble.</description>
    <description>Thick-spiked windfeather and mature bluestem create a tapestry of purple and russet that stretches to the horizon, competing with the vastness of the sky.  Occasionally, the joyful, raucous yips of coyotes can be heard as they hunt for field mice or create their particular and unique brand of trouble.</description>
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  <node id="67" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Game Trail" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Patches of ricegrass peek out from amongst the loftier bluestem, ruffled edges heavy with the whitish buds that create its name and attract foraging antelope and bison.  Overwhelmed by the heavy growth, the trail ghosts almost entirely away.</description>
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  <node id="68" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Game Trail" note="RTI05|RT-HC-S" color="#C2B280">
    <description>The trail fades into a narrow channel left by the course of a long-ago flash flood, though a network of tracks on the other side indicates that it continues.  Nearly overgrown with a lush tangle of evening primrose bushes that fill the night with their intoxicating scent, the channel still bears the marks of the torrent that created it.</description>
    <description>The trail fades into a narrow channel left by the course of a long-ago flash flood, though a network of tracks on the other side indicates that it continues.  Nearly overgrown with a lush tangle of evening primrose bushes, the channel still bears the marks of the torrent that created it.</description>
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    <description>Ridges in the earth mark the place where water once flowed, and will likely flow again if rains are heavy.  Thanks to the presence of a bare trace of silt left behind by the flood, ghostflowers -- now slumbering through the night -- inhabit the sides of the channel.  The rounded, bushy plants are crowded with translucent, pale yellow blossoms in branched clusters.</description>
    <description>Ridges in the earth mark the place where water once flowed, and will likely flow again if rains are heavy.  Thanks to the presence of a bare trace of silt left behind by the flood, ghostflowers inhabit the sides of the channel.  The rounded, bushy plants are crowded with translucent, pale yellow blossoms in branched clusters.</description>
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    <description>Screens of grass part to allow passage but quickly close ranks again, as though reminding travelers that they are merely visitors in this place.  Trilling through the night, the steady pulse of crickets becomes a nocturne that accompanies the darkness as it stakes its claim on the prairie.</description>
    <description>Screens of grass part to allow passage but quickly close ranks again, as though reminding travelers that they are merely visitors in this place.  Trilling through the bright air, the sonata of savannah sparrows and meadowlarks accompanies the sun as it stakes its claim on the prairie.</description>
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  <node id="71" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Game Trail" note="RTI08|RT-HC-HEG" color="#C2B280">
    <description>The tawny expanse of grasses is broken by the dark crowns of several oak trees nearby.  Clumps of coyote mint thrust themselves up amongst the grasses, permeating the air with a sharp-sweet scent when crushed underfoot.</description>
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  <node id="72" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Game Trail" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Goldenbell vines swirl along the ground in intricate patterns washed in indigo by the night and sending long, delicate runners in all directions to establish areas of new growth.  Cloven hoofprints stamp their own design around the borders of the living tapestry as the game trail widens slightly.</description>
    <description>Goldenbell vines swirl along the ground in intricate patterns of jade and bright yellow, sending long, delicate runners of pale green in all directions to establish areas of new growth.  Cloven hoofprints stamp their own design around the borders of the living tapestry as the game trail widens slightly.</description>
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  <node id="73" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Game Trail" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A litter of acorns and leaves cloaks the ground beneath a prairie grove of venerable white oaks, their bark like burnished silver under the caress of moonbeams.  Beyond the grove, the plains are a flow of deep indigo shadows awash in starlight, their rich palette of vegetation dimmed by the power of the night.</description>
    <description>A litter of acorns and leaves cloaks the ground beneath a prairie grove of venerable white oaks, their bark like burnished silver in the light.  Beyond the grove, the plains are awash in the cheerful yellow blossoms of brittlebush and the burning red blooms of firefall vines.</description>
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  <node id="74" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Shattered Oak">
    <description>The faint smell of burning wood can still be detected from the scorched innards of the oak.  Snapped like a gidii's wishbone, one half of the gallant tree still stands while its counterpart lies listless upon the ground.  Small birds have taken up refuge under the fallen branches and dart to-and-fro through the newly created underbrush.</description>
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  <node id="75" name="Shattered Oak, Lower Limb">
    <description>Despite the violent event that cleaved it, the upright half of the tree remains strong and firm as if it were standing by sheer will alone.  Like a stage prop, the western face of the tree appears to be as normal as any other tree, while the flat eastern face is nothing more than splinters and the charred innards of a once mighty oak.  The upper leaves and branches dance with the wind and clearly appear to be less stable.</description>
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  <node id="76" name="Shattered Oak, Upper Limbs">
    <description>At the highest limbs, the impact of what must have been a massive lightning strike and the resulting fracture of the great tree can be measured with dramatic sways caused by the slightest of breezes.  The remains of a bird's nest is tucked amongst the top branches, but the former tenants are nowhere to be seen.</description>
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  <node id="77" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Bluff">
    <description>Chunks of basalt lurch at an angle along the side of the bluff, providing a set of natural steps descending from the crest to the rich soil of the surrounding grasslands below.  In the far distance, stands of oak and aspen form prairie groves -- shaded islands of darkness against the moonlit background of grasses.</description>
    <description>Chunks of basalt lurch at an angle along the side of the bluff, providing a set of natural steps descending from the crest to the rich soil of the surrounding grasslands below.  In the far distance, stands of oak and aspen form prairie groves -- shaded islands of dark green, vivid against the tawny background.</description>
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  <node id="78" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Bluff">
    <description>Soaring above the steppes, the top of the bluff provides a view that affirms the vastness of these lands.  Silvered by moonlight, tallgrass and plumegrasses sweep away in all directions, rippling like a windswept sea broken by occasional islands of trees.</description>
    <description>Soaring above the steppes, the top of the bluff provides a view that affirms the vastness of these lands.  Tallgrass and plumegrasses sweep away in all directions, rippling like some golden sea broken by occasional islands of trees.</description>
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  <node id="79" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Bluff">
    <description>The constant whisper of grasses rides the soft wind, carrying with it the tangy scent of sage.  Looking down toward the base of the bluff, low-growing soapweed clings tightly to the dark earth.</description>
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  <node id="80" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>White clover and wild indigo huddle under the tall canopy of bluestem and switchgrass.  A few overturned pebbles appear scorched -- mute evidence of the lightning fires that sometimes sweep across the steppes to force their constant cycle of destruction and renewal.</description>
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  <node id="81" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>Low-growing grackleberry bushes cluster close together, their white fruit tucked securely within a weave of thorns.  At their base, a warren of little holes indicates that some creature of the steppes has taken advantage of the bushes' spiny protection to make a home here.</description>
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  <node id="82" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>Thickets of golden currant bushes cluster in a grouping so dense at the center that it is nearly impenetrable.  Occasional rustling noises hint that some small nocturnal denizen of the steppes is making a meal of the crimson-gold fruit.</description>
    <description>Thickets of golden currant bushes cluster in a grouping so dense at the center that it is nearly impenetrable.  In this world dominated by softer hues, the translucent fruit stands out like jewels, almost startling in its crimson-gold color.</description>
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  <node id="83" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>Some creature of the plateaus came to the end of its life here; all that is left is an arch of bleached ribs rising stark and oddly graceful above a ridge of vertebrae.  Only the wind knows what manner of death this was -- and it is not telling.  Grasses and sedge grow in a tangle between the bones, pulling them relentlessly back to the quiet earth.</description>
    <description>Some creature of the plateaus came to the end of its life here all that is left is an arch of bleached ribs rising stark and oddly graceful above a ridge of vertebrae.  Only the wind knows what manner of death this was -- and it is not telling.  Grasses and sedge grow in a tangle between the bones, pulling them relentlessly back to the quiet earth.</description>
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  <node id="84" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>A yellow fawn lily creates a sudden blaze of color against the more subdued golds and greyish-green of the surrounding grass and sedges.  Barely visible through the heavy weave of vegetation is the soil of the grasslands, so rich that it is almost black.</description>
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  <node id="85" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Grasslands">
    <description>Faint trails wind through the grasslands, leading from nowhere to nowhere.  The ground beneath the undulating stalks rises and falls, gradually sloping downward toward the north.</description>
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  <node id="86" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Grasslands">
    <description>Clover sprigs, thistle clumps, and small bushes break the surface of the grass.  Each variety of plant battles for its share of sunlight and water -- competition is not reserved to those that go on four legs.</description>
    <position x="-540" y="117" z="0" />
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  <node id="87" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Grasslands">
    <description>A valley unfolds beneath the crest of a rise.  Weeping willows and cedar trees surround the streambed that snakes through the low-lying ground.  A profusion of wildflowers dots the expanse, and trees of various types grow in protection from the wind that lashes the grasslands above the depression.</description>
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  <node id="88" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>Foxweed sends a profusion of slender, branched stems in all directions to stake its claim, so determined and pervasive that it even climbs nearby shrubs.  The branchlets are tipped with countless tiny white flowers that send a heavy lemony scent through the air.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="89" />
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  <node id="89" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>Tall lanceleaf plants reach skyward with spires of pale yellow flowers that loft above the steppes.  A spider has taken advantage of their height to craft a web at the corollas' upper reaches, and the number of silk-wrapped forms dotting the gossamer strands give silent proof of the little weaver's good hunting instincts.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="90" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow track" destination="133" />
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  <node id="90" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>Russet-tipped plumegrasses feather passersby with a fine scattering of pale yellow pollen when touched.  Whispering eternally in a dry sibilance perhaps understood only by the earth itself, they loom so high in some spots that the rest of the world nearly seems to disappear.</description>
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="91" />
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  <node id="91" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>The runners of a prairie rose sprawl among the grasses, its sturdy thorns creating an effective defense against any browsing antelope or bison that might be attracted to its tender buds.  Occasionally, the scent of woodsmoke fills the air, sharp with the tang of sage.</description>
    <position x="-520" y="257" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="90" />
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  <node id="92" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>Clumps of savannah grass mingle with bluestem, their paler stalks forming a pleasant contrast in texture and hue.  Tiny paths tangle and criss-cross through the grasses -- perhaps a colony of field mice or some other small prairie denizen lives nearby.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="93" />
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  <node id="93" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>Groundwater must be closer to the surface in this particular spot, as the vegetation shifts just slightly to more moisture-loving types.  Little clusters of purple saxifrage form dense cushions here, their distinctive maroon-tinged leaves flattened close against the earth.</description>
    <position x="-540" y="277" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="92" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="94" />
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  <node id="94" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Blackberry Hillock">
    <description>A tangle of blackberry bushes sends tendrils of new growth along the ground.  Occasional rustles can be heard from deep within the mounds of vines, but the inhabitants stay well hidden.</description>
    <position x="-560" y="297" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="93" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="95" />
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  <node id="95" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Blackberry Hillock">
    <description>A low hillock is cloaked with a heavy growth of blackberry bushes.  The thorny vegetation creates a formidable barrier that effectively blocks access to the top, but thins just enough at its base to allow passage.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="96" />
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  <node id="96" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>The cadence of cicadas thrums on all sides, persistent even in the disturbance created by passersby.  The earth is strewn with the matted, grassy carpeting of the previous seasons' growth.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="317" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="95" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="97" />
  </node>
  <node id="97" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>A tracery of delicate cloven hoofprints weaves back and forth over a small patch of clear ground, then disappears again into the shelter of the grasses.  Too small for cattle, the tracks must be from deer or antelope that take advantage of the wealth of vegetation available for grazing and browsing.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="98" />
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  <node id="98" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>Golden plumegrass surges and breaks like waves around a large grouping of blue ash trees not far away.  Underfoot, several prairie dog holes partly hidden by the vegetation make it necessary to step carefully.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="337" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="97" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="99" />
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  <node id="99" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>Cooling the air slightly, a steady breeze carries with it the subtle combination of scent and taste that signals water somewhere in the distance.  Soft chittering noises from several directions provide a reminder that one never travels unseen across the grasslands.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="100" />
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  <node id="100" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Prairie Grove">
    <description>A large stand of blue ash and sycamore forms a prairie grove -- an island of trees in the midst of grasslands.  Spaced just widely enough to allow passage between them, the trees provide shelter, shade, and the sense of a world apart within their shadows.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="101" />
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  <node id="101" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Prairie Grove">
    <description>Starlight filters down through the canopy of leaves overhead to create a haze of misty illumination that softens the edges of all it touches.  The night drops her velvet cloak over all, and the occasional sleepy chirping of birds in branches high above lends the grove an atmosphere of tranquility.</description>
    <description>Lifting their boughs to the prairie skies, the trees create a splendid canopy of emerald and deep green that cools the air and paints the ground with a translucent wash of moving shadows.  A little circle of tawny mushrooms peeks through the thickest grasses around the base of the trees, gleaming like bits of gold in the darker vegetation.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="102" />
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  <node id="102" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Prairie Grove">
    <description>Thriving in the shelter of the sycamores and ash, bluestem and bear grass grow sweet and thick.  Purple asters and bright yellow fawn lilies are scattered like gems on the heavy carpet of greenery.  Petals turned inward in the dreamtime of flowers, their color is dimmed but not extinguished by the darkness.</description>
    <description>Thriving in the shelter of the sycamores and ash, bluestem and bear grass grow sweet and thick.  Purple asters and bright yellow fawn lilies are scattered like gems on the heavy carpet of greenery, their color heightened against the darker pools of shadow cast by the trees.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="103" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow path" destination="360" />
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  <node id="103" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Prairie Grove">
    <description>Pellets of white bone and silvery-grey fur scattered around the base of two of the largest sycamores indicate that owls have found a home in the deepest part of the grove.  The masters of silent flight are nowhere to be seen -- darkness has swept them away on their nocturnal hunt.</description>
    <description>Pellets of white bone and silvery-grey fur scattered around the base of two of the largest sycamores indicate that owls have found a home in the deepest part of the grove, where even at midday the full power of the sun is held at bay.  Stillness falls over everything like a velvety cloak, the constant whisper of the grasses silenced in this place.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="104" />
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  <node id="104" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Prairie Grove">
    <description>Graceful blue ash and sycamores gather at the edges of a prairie grove, their leaves forming a lacy mosaic of light, shadow, and shades of green that shifts with each passing breeze.  From within the grove cool depths beckon, while in the meadows beyond, vast stretches of grassland provide an invitation of a different sort.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="105" />
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  <node id="105" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>The trees thin out slightly, giving way to plumegrass that flows up the side of a rain-softened ridge of volcanic ash and red earth.  Cresting the ridge, a scattering of wild indigo and goldenrod feather their silhouettes against the sky.</description>
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  <node id="106" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Grasslands">
    <description>Greyish volcanic ash blends with darker soil as a series of gentle ridges drops away to meet level ground occupied by closely crowded tufts of bluestem grass and coyote mint.  Tiny spine-fringed seeds cling to some of the grasses, carried there by the ceaseless breezes that play across the steppes.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="168" />
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  <node id="107" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Grasslands">
    <description>The trail takes a precipitous drop from the top of the ridge.  Bushes grow along the ridge side, their roots combining with the loose rocks and dirt to make the descent treacherous.</description>
    <position x="-500" y="97" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go trail" destination="87" />
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  <node id="108" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Valley">
    <description>Thick-rooted bushes choke the steep trail.  Many generations of creatures have worn the path down the side of the ridge, traveling the quickest route to the running water in the valley below.</description>
    <position x="-500" y="57" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="109" />
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  <node id="109" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Valley">
    <description>The tough shrubs littering the side of the ridge give way to wildflowers and lush grass that thrive on the moist soil of the valley floor.</description>
    <position x="-500" y="37" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="108" />
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  <node id="110" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Valley">
    <description>Overhead, the stars seem brighter than on the grasslands, the high valley walls bringing the expanse into focus.  A parliament of owls sometimes wings by, looking for richer lark-hunting on the plains above.</description>
    <description>Overhead, the sky seems bluer than on the grasslands, the high valley walls bringing the span into focus.  An exaltation of larks sometimes sings by, looking for a greener bit of grassland on the plains above.</description>
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  <node id="111" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Valley">
    <description>Starflowers and wild carrots spread along the valley floor side by side with sedge and buffalo grass.  Faint trails of hoofprints meander through the grasses in no discernible direction, though to the south a trail leading up the ridge can be seen.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="112" />
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  <node id="112" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Valley">
    <description>A portion of the ridge bows into the valley, where the water curved around the hard granite that underlaid the softer limestone.  Near to the edge of the ridge, the soil is more arid.  The taller grasses begin to give up ground to their more sedate, shorter cousins.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="113" />
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  <node id="113" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Valley">
    <description>Blades of grass stretch to eye level on a Gor'Tog and are intermingled with shorter grasses and sedges.  The patter of small feet is barely audible over the rustling of the plants as rodents slip easily along the ground.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="114" />
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  <node id="114" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Grasslands">
    <description>Tall, head-high grass mixes with short, broad-bladed grass emerging from the detritus at the base of the slope.  Some of the blades are crushed and broken, but most simply spring back when disturbed.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="115" />
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  <node id="115" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Grasslands">
    <description>The trail leads up from the valley floor, winding along the slope of the ridge to the grasslands above.  To the northeast, the path tapers off within the grasses and trees covering the river valley.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="37" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="114" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="129" />
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  <node id="116" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Valley">
    <description>The tall grasses are thicker to the east and west, but a faint path is worn northward where large animals have made for the stream.  The air is redolent of lush greenery, and one can almost hear the roots unfurling within the earth as the plants grow.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="119" />
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  <node id="117" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Valley">
    <description>The tough tops of the towering grass have been broken and chewed in places, but the resilient stems persist in growing.  The greenery sways with every breeze.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="116" />
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  <node id="118" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Valley">
    <description>Sinuous shapes occasionally flicker through the tall, thick grass as bright-eyed ferrets scour the area for food.  A half-cropped tuft of buffalo grass shades a hole in the ground that leads to the creatures' burrow.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="117" />
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  <node id="119" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Stream Bank">
    <description>Closer to the stream, the grass becomes even more lush and stands just a few hands high -- perfect for grazing.  A few vedda trees provide shade and, in times of desperation, food.</description>
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="116" />
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  <node id="120" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Stream Bank">
    <description>Weeping willows stretch their boughs over the water at the stream's head, providing shelter for a small flock of ducks whose nests dot the bank.  A number of rodents also dwell by the trees, receiving shelter from the elements.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="119" />
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  <node id="121" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Stream Bank">
    <description>Red cedar trees cling to the stream bank, surrounded by weeping willows that vie for the water.  The cedars' gnarled roots protrude into the rivulet, both stabilizing the bank and providing a convenient seat.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="120" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cedar root" destination="125" />
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  <node id="122" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Valley">
    <description>Saplings have taken root among the tenacious grass.  The young trees are not faring well -- tufts of hair are caught in the ragged bark where horses have used them as grooming aids.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="121" />
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  <node id="123" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Valley">
    <description>Southwest, the shorter grass gives way to a taller variety as the valley rolls in a slow dip.  The grass is a thick, cropped carpet here, with divots turned up by the hooves of fast-moving horses.</description>
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  <node id="124" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Valley">
    <description>A few cedars stretch north toward the water.  Short-bladed grass and some sedges vie for ground cover.  A meadowlark's nest is almost hidden within the grass, its woven roof a patch of brown among the green.</description>
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="117" />
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  <node id="125" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Stream" color="#0000FF">
    <description>To the west, a morass of rocks and dead trees holds back the water that flows from the top of the ridge to the valley floor.  What water manages to force its way through and over the natural dam feeds into this streambed.  Although the stream is murky, it is untainted.  Cedar trees shade this portion, and toads croak along the bank.</description>
    <description>A morass of rocks and dead trees filters the water that flows to the ridge from to the valley floor, creating a natural dam that widens the stream.  Although the stream is murky, the water at the surface is clean and untainted.  Cedar trees shade the stream and keep it cool, and toads croak along the bank in a cacaphony of noise.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cedar root" destination="121" />
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  <node id="126" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Stream" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The stream widens and gets deeper as it tumbles from the west.  The northern bank rises too steeply for climbing -- the constantly flowing water has cut deep into the underlying rock.</description>
    <description>The wide stream runs through the small valley, bordered on each side by jutting feldspar stones constantly dampened by the fresh spray.  Tiny minnows dart here and there under the surface, constantly playing in an underwater dance in the clear water and sometimes darting downward and out of sight.  Occasionally leaves and twigs float downstream, carried by the rushing current.</description>
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  <node id="127" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Stream" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The water eddies against the side of the ridge that walls the valley, slowly eroding the rock.  A gentle downward tug hints at deeper water.</description>
    <description>Flowing water eddies against the side of the ridge that walls the small valley, slowly eroding the rock.  Dark blue water below hints that the stream is quite deep, the murky depths disappearing before the bottom is visible.  Small reeds line each side of the bank, small insects jumping back and forth between them.</description>
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  <node id="128" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Diving Rock" note="Diving Rock">
    <description>From the flat top of the outcropping, the stream is close enough for an easy dive.  The water laps at the stream bank on one side, sending willow fronds swaying.  Farther upstream is a natural dam and a pool that feeds the flow.  At the far end of the valley, the stars shine on the water that falls from the top of the ridge, collected from the grasslands.</description>
    <description>From the flat top of the outcropping, the stream is close enough for an easy dive.  The water laps at the stream bank on one side, sending willow fronds swaying.  Farther upstream is a natural dam and a pool that feeds the flow.  At the far end of the valley, the sun glints off the water that falls from the top of the ridge, collected from the grasslands.</description>
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  <node id="129" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Grasslands">
    <description>Underneath a tumbled rock, a small nest of twigs and grass makes a cozy home for some field mice.  The creatures dart about looking for seeds borne by the wind, but scatter rapidly if anything larger than a rat approaches.</description>
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    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="115" />
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  <node id="130" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Grasslands">
    <description>Wind whisks along the path, moving from the top of the ridge to the valley below.  It brings with it the dry dust and chaff frisked from the grasses above, and the scent of the earth.</description>
    <description>Wind whisks along the path, moving from the top of the ridge to the valley below.  It brings with it the dry dust and chaff frisked from the grasses above, and the scent of the sun.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="77" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="131" />
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  <node id="131" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Grasslands">
    <description>The trail broadens from the east, until two horses could pass abreast.  The rocky path is bordered by clumps of grass and weeds on either side that cling to the sides of the ridge.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="97" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="130" />
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  <node id="132" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Grasslands">
    <description>Meandering along the ridge, the trail widens to the west as it begins its descent to the valley.  Loose rocks, disturbed by passing wildlife, skitter a few feet before coming to rest again.</description>
    <position x="-580" y="97" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go trail" destination="87" />
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  <node id="133" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Narrow Track">
    <description>Just visible past a series of low ridges, a long plateau looms against the horizon like a cresting wave.  The steppes seem to want no part of primly terraced hills, choosing to be graced instead with this chain of bluffs stratified in thick red layers of ancient lava alternating with multicolored bands of ash-based rock.  These cliffs were born in fire.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow track" destination="89" />
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  <node id="134" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Narrow Track">
    <description>The land surges into low, rolling hills interlaced with a gallery forest.  The startling fringe of deep green, startling against the subdued hues of the plains, indicates places where streams coursing through give rise to stands of cedar and juniper trees gathered along the water's edge.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="135" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go subtle trail" destination="580" />
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  <node id="135" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Narrow Track">
    <description>Asserting its presence, the high desert begins to slip in amongst the grasslands.  The country eases into the color of old broken pottery, the faded green of sage, and the sunbleached white of rice grass.</description>
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="134" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="136" />
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  <node id="136" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Narrow Track">
    <description>Prophet trees stand tall and austere, cloaked in silvery channeled bark and multiple limbs that are upturned to the sky as though in prayer.  At the end of each branch are heavy, daggerlike leaves surrounding tiny bursts of red flowers like exploding candles.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="197" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="135" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="137" />
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  <node id="137" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Ravine">
    <description>Flowing up to the edge of a deep ravine, the land has the long, gentle lines of all ancient ground.  Distant cliffs -- reefs of ages past -- are banded in the bright red of fire coral.  The occasional call of a canyon wren trills through the air, a descant against the theme of the constant breezes.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="177" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="136" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="138" />
  </node>
  <node id="138" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Ravine">
    <description>Bordering the ravine, the track meanders to an overlook that opens over a grotesque landscape.  Ancient deposits of mud and clay have been deeply eroded by the elements, and sharp ridges have been cut into side-ridges and then further divided, as if by some mad sculptor, into intricately torturous shapes.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="197" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="137" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steep trail" destination="139" />
  </node>
  <node id="139" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Ravine">
    <description>Angling sharply, the track dips just below the ravine's edge, as though yearning for whatever lies beyond.  The soil here is powdery and unstable, crumbling away at the slightest pressure and sending constant little torrents of sand plummeting downward.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="197" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb narrow track" destination="140" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steep trail" destination="138" />
  </node>
  <node id="140" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Streambed">
    <description>Abruptly, the track switchbacks into the abyss of the ravine and comes to the edge of what elsewhere would be a waterway, but now is only sand.  Current once flowed here, leaving sculpted channels and riffles that look almost as though they could cascade downstream.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="197" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="141" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb narrow track" destination="139" />
  </node>
  <node id="141" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Streambed">
    <description>Fanning wide between the ravine's sheer walls, the streambed courses along deep, V-shaped gouges scoured out by flash floods and past debris piled up where it was flung long ago by tumbling water.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="217" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="142" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="140" />
  </node>
  <node id="142" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Streambed">
    <description>Upstream, a side trail crosses the streambed, dappled with a myriad of tracks mingled together in the traffic of the ravine.  The shadowed walls of rock and clay channel cool breezes along the dry watercourse.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="217" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="141" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="143" />
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  <node id="143" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>The ravine walls loft higher, now more rock than earth.  In a flow of sand that sparkles with tiny fragments of eroded quartz, the streambed disappears in a maze of narrow sandstone passageways with perpendicular walls.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="217" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="142" />
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  <node id="144" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>There are little worlds in the streambed -- burrows holding creatures that become active in the cool of the evening, inch-high flowerbeds of dense sedge, and tiny castles of eroded stone.  The canyon walls drop a cloak of cool shadow over everything, and the vast expanse of steppes above seems distant in this place.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="197" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="143" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="145" />
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  <node id="145" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>Stalks as tall as javelins, a group of blue yucca tower over the dry watercourse, surrounded by a thick bed of golden poppies.  Each yucca stalk is heavily flowered with waxy white blossoms.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="217" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="144" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="146" />
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  <node id="146" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>Where the sand is coarse it throws up dark edges, forming paths that radiate around sculpted stones or delicately paralleling cutbacks.  High above, the cliffs become surreal -- boulders are perched atop eroded, sandy spires, the whole construct looking as though it could collapse at the touch of a breeze.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="217" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="145" />
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  <node id="147" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>Steadily, the canyon walls deepen, forking upward to the sheer cliffs and unclimbable overhangs that make up the formidable palisades of the high plains netherworld.</description>
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="146" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="148" />
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  <node id="148" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>Further upstream, a tall wall of quartz blocks the way.  At its crest is a lip worn smooth as glass over which flash floods have poured for countless eons.  Below it is a splash basin where thundering water has hollowed out the bedrock.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="177" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="147" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="149" />
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  <node id="149" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Quartz Wall">
    <description>At the base of the wall the still air seems charged somehow, as though waiting for the torrents of water that have so often filled this canyon with their deafening roar.  The sheer wall lofts high, with a gloss that lends the illusion of a slick of water flowing down the cliff face, though this is simply the result of stray beams of light refracting off the translucent quartz.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="177" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="150" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb wall" destination="429" />
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  <node id="150" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>The wash meanders along the base of the wall as the cliffs on either side gradually gain height, throwing deep shadows that chill the air regardless of time of day or season.  Like shatter lines in glass, a delicate webwork of cracks shroud the face of the dark quartz, some widened into deep clefts in the side of the rock.</description>
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="149" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="153" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="151" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go cleft" destination="154" />
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  <node id="151" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>High on a grim rampart of stone, a skeleton has been suspended from a crude bolt driven deep into the rock.  Tattered robes, perhaps once red but now faded to the color of the sandstone itself, dangle in long shreds from the remains.  Its skull angles up towards the distant sky, jaws gaping in a soundless scream and empty eye sockets eternally gazing toward unattainable freedom.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="197" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="150" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="152" />
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  <node id="152" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>Faint clattering echoes periodically between the canyon walls, a sound like stones being dislodged from somewhere above.  The shadowed spires of rock provide no hint of what may be causing the disturbances.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="237" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="153" />
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  <node id="153" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Streambed">
    <description>Sand glitters in elaborately flowing ridges and spirals as though the breezes themselves have been playfully crafting designs with its water-smoothed grains.  Yellow-flowered clusters of coyote mint grow in thick bunches alongside the streambed and gather around the base of a weathered platform.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="197" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="152" />
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  <node id="154" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Cleft">
    <description>The cleft opens into a wide passage that arches dark and smooth overhead.  A few beams of ambient light flicker in from just outside, but are quickly quenched to wavering threads, as though the passage itself forbids their presence.  The sand of the canyon floor gives way to finer silt, and cool, faintly sour air drifts in from somewhere in the darkness beyond.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="157" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="155" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go cleft" destination="150" />
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  <node id="155" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Dark Passage">
    <description>The passage ceiling and walls seem to pull closer, and the air grows thick with a sickly-sweet scent overlaid with the odor of decay.  Papery rustling sounds come almost constantly from overhead, though the pervasive darkness blocks any sight of whatever is moving about.</description>
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="154" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="156" />
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  <node id="156" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Dark Passage">
    <description>Standing in relief against the darkness, faint streaks of sickly yellow phosphorescence glimmer along the walls, somehow eerie even though their source is just a humble moss that clings damply to the stone in great, furry patches.</description>
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="155" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="157" />
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  <node id="157" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Dark Passage">
    <description>Chill air whispers along the passage, plucking insistently at passersby like a petulant spirit before dissipating as quickly as it arose.  The darkness lifts enough to limn the outlines of a grotesque, towering figure incised into the rocky walls.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="158" />
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  <node id="158" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Dark Passage">
    <description>Like a cleansing draught, the crisp scent of sage flows in through the jagged cleft that leads back out into light and air uncontaminated with whatever has imbued its noxious presence into the stone of the passage.</description>
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="157" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="159" />
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  <node id="159" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>On either side of a cliff face that is broken by deep clefts and jagged cracks, sheer sandstone lofts upward to explode in a myriad of spires, pinnacles, eroded flows, and delicately balanced stones.  Between the parallel walls of rock, the air is immediately still with the intricate quiet of contained space.</description>
    <position x="-860" y="217" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="160" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="158" />
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  <node id="160" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>Water on stone, day by countless day, sculpted this honeycombed labyrinth crowned by the rim of the sky curving over the steppes above.  At its upper end, tucked among a few trees stubbornly rooted between bare rock, water pours from an underground spring that courses down the canyon and then sinks into the rocks as suddenly as it appeared.</description>
    <position x="-860" y="197" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="161" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="159" />
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  <node id="161" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>Chanting canyon frogs, elegant white-barked aspens and lacy willows, and the maze of rock shaped like elaborate turrets all conspire to create a world apart.  Someone or something has lingered here, though -- one of the wind-smoothed walls of stone is distorted with complex etchings.</description>
    <position x="-860" y="177" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="160" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="162" />
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  <node id="162" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Stream Bank">
    <description>As though called down by the water, a heavily-tracked game trail drops from deep clefts in the sheer rock of the canyon wall to flank the stream bank.  Beside the trail, the stream flows like a guide.  Only inches deep in some places, it flows over a cool bed of sparkling sand.</description>
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="161" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stream bank" destination="163" />
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  <node id="163" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Stream" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Willows drape their sweep of emerald veiling over the stream, while underneath the shadow of the trees comes the sweet sound of moving water.  In little side pools are bright green mats of algae, occasionally ruffled by swarms of water beetles or hungry tadpoles.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="swim southwest" destination="164" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stream bank" destination="162" />
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  <node id="164" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Stream" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The stream widens and flows over a ledge to form a clear, deep pool.  Splashing water sparkles on the surrounding tree trunks, sending soft echoes between the canyon walls.</description>
    <position x="-940" y="137" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="swim northeast" destination="163" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="165" />
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  <node id="165" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>Closing in above the stream as though sheltering it from the world beyond, the cliffs loom close, blocking the sky and creating a pervasive chill.  An incessant wind whines between the narrows, whipping around spires of stone and kicking up gusts of sand.</description>
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="166" />
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  <node id="166" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>A narrow embankment lifts away from the stream to press up against a wind-sculpted divide in the canyon walls.  Little light can reach this place; it is a world of shadows and stone.  Ferns luxuriate in damp clefts in the rocks, and the only sound is the quiet chatter of the nearby water.</description>
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="167" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="165" />
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  <node id="167" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Canyon">
    <description>Unexpected colors gleam against the pale sand where some clay pots lie broken and scattered.  A burial mound appears to have been desecrated, its carefully stacked rocks ripped away and any valuable contents meant to accompany the occupant on his or her final journey now gone.  Bones have been pulled into the open and appear to be crushed, and in a final violation, the skull is missing.</description>
    <position x="-900" y="177" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="166" />
  </node>
  <node id="168" name="Zaldi Taipa, Cedar Path" note="Kraelyst start point|travel start point" color="#808000">
    <description>Silhouetted against the moon-silvered sky, tents are arranged in an orderly grouping that takes maximum advantage of trees that will provide shade in the heat of the day and the partial shelter of a few low ridges.  A nearby clump of juniper lists slightly to one side, almost excavated by something that has dug underneath its low branches to create a hollow in the shadows.</description>
    <description>Silhouetted against the wide prairie sky, colorful tents are arranged in an orderly grouping that takes maximum advantage of shade trees and the partial shelter of a few low ridges.  A nearby clump of juniper lists slightly to one side, almost excavated by something that has dug underneath its low branches to create a hollow in the shadows.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="337" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="169" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="106" />
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  <node id="169" name="Zaldi Taipa, Cedar Path">
    <description>Though the grasses in this area grow thick and abundant, they are closely cropped in many spots.  Even the thorny runners of prairie roses and heavy, furred bark of mesquite show signs of determined nibbling.  The air is filled with the musky scent of sheep and goats, and only the occasional stamp of a hooved foot or the call of a ewe to her restless lamb mark the quiet passage of the night's hours.</description>
    <description>Though the grasses in this area grow thick and abundant, they are closely cropped in many spots.  Even the thorny runners of prairie roses and heavy, furred bark of mesquite show signs of determined nibbling.  A reverberating chorus of baas and bleats rises almost constantly, and the air is filled with the musky scent of sheep and goats.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="357" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="168" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="170" />
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  <node id="170" name="Zaldi Taipa, Cedar Path">
    <description>An occasional quiet growl can be heard from the herding dogs that drowse nearby, protective of the flocks throughout the night.  Moonlight glints off the edges of tender new blades of grass springing up even in heavily grazed areas, a reminder that given a chance, the prairie will prevail over this temporary intrusion.</description>
    <description>Often, a sharp bark pierces the air as herding dogs go about their business of keeping unruly goats or inattentive sheep from wandering too far.  Green-gold patches of new grasses peek up from more heavily grazed areas, a reminder that given a chance, the prairie will prevail over this temporary intrusion.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="357" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="171" />
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  <node id="171" name="Zaldi Taipa, Cedar Path">
    <description>A few young white oaks provide shelter for any of the flock that wants a resting place for the night.  The oaks' weathered bark bears a meshwork of scars in spots where rams and bucks have rubbed their horns or butted the trees in play.</description>
    <description>A few young white oak trees provide shade and shelter for any of the flock that wants a resting place.  The oaks' weathered bark bears a meshwork of scars in spots where rams and bucks have rubbed their horns or butted the trees in play.</description>
    <position x="-820" y="377" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="170" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="172" />
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  <node id="172" name="Zaldi Taipa, Cedar Path" note="Zaldi Taipa|Horse Clan">
    <description>A rough but clean and carefully mended blanket lies on the ground under a black oak tree, the gnawed rib bone at its center the only evidence of the blanket's regular occupant.  Wooden buckets and woven-grass ropes are stacked neatly near the entrance of a deep green felt tent with a narrow row of gamboling lambs embroidered on its entry flap.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="397" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="173" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="171" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tent" destination="223" />
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  <node id="173" name="Zaldi Taipa, Cedar Path">
    <description>Placed close to the shepherd's tent both for the safety of its little inhabitants and the convenience of their caretaker is an osage orangewood pen used for orphaned lambs and kids.  One end of the pen has been covered with a lattice of bent willow and juniper boughs, and the ground beneath spread with a heavy layer of soft grasses, the whole providing a fragrant nursery that is well-protected by the heavy osage thorns.</description>
    <position x="-820" y="397" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="172" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="174" />
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  <node id="174" name="Zaldi Taipa, Cedar Path">
    <description>A pair of coyote pelts, each stretched taut on a bentwood rack, has been placed to dry and season in the nighttime air.  Their soft buff and silver-tipped fur ruffles in passing breezes like a warning banner to any of their kind who might consider taking an interest in the taste of lamb.</description>
    <description>The drone of flies buzzing lazily draws attention to two coyote pelts drying in the sun, each stretched taut on bentwood racks.  Their soft buff and silver-tipped fur ruffles in passing breezes like a warning banner to any of their kind who might consider taking an interest in the taste of lamb.</description>
    <position x="-840" y="397" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="175" />
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  <node id="175" name="Zaldi Taipa, Cedar Path">
    <description>Cardamom and thyme add their spicy notes to the smell of grilling lamb carried on drifts of smoke emerging from two deep barbecue pits that flank a pale gold tent.  Designed to handle large cuts of meat, each pit is lined with river stones that must have been carried here for just this purpose.  Almost hidden behind the large turnspit placed over one of the pits is the diminutive and fierce proprietor of Horse Clan's finest eating establishment, 'The Lamb's Shank'.</description>
    <position x="-820" y="417" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="176" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="174" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tent" destination="221" />
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  <node id="176" name="Zaldi Taipa, Cedar Path">
    <description>A square of dirt has been carefully cleared and smoothed.  At its center a miniature fence of twigs surrounds some stick figures that, given their adornment of haphazardly placed tufts of wool, may represent sheep.  The childish pen is currently deserted, though a partially constructed twig animal left nearby hints that the young shepherd may not have gone far.</description>
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="177" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="175" />
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  <node id="177" name="Zaldi Taipa, Cedar Path">
    <description>Fluttering multicolored ribbons wrapped around the poles of a midnight blue felt tent create a welcoming frame for its embroidered entry flap.  The lower sides of the tent are spangled with tiny, bright handprints, looking for all the world as though someone encouraged a flock of children to dip their hands in paint and leave their cheerful marks.  Nearby, a large mortar holds a mound of crushed nutshells that are likely being used in the process of creating dye.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="457" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="176" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="178" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tent" destination="219" />
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  <node id="178" name="Zaldi Taipa, Cedar Path">
    <description>Their warm golden hues blooming against the earth like flowers against the dark earth, several split willow and yucca baskets have been set out to dry before their weaver adds the traditional finishing touches of quail and meadowlark feathers to the edges.  All around are the subdued sounds of the village at night -- a woman crooning to a fretful child, the quiet laughter of a group of men chatting in a nearby tent, and the occasional bark of a watchful sheepdog.</description>
    <description>Their warm golden hues blooming against the earth like flowers against the dark earth, several split willow and yucca baskets have been set out to dry before their weaver adds the traditional finishing touches of quail and meadowlark feathers to the edges.  All around are the peaceful sounds of village life -- a woman's laugh carried on a passing breeze, the chatter of playing children, and the occasional whinny of horses.</description>
    <position x="-820" y="477" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="177" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="179" />
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  <node id="179" name="Zaldi Taipa, White Sage Path">
    <description>A narrow path wends its way between the tents reserved for visitors, the carefully maintained area demonstrating that the denizens of Horse Clan clearly understand the importance of maintaining the comfort of guests who have traveled there to purchase goods or trade in horseflesh.  Near the wood-framed entry of an azure tent is a stack of neatly cut juniper, and bundles of feathers and sage wrapped in crimson yarn are hung around the entrance.</description>
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="180" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="178" />
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  <node id="180" name="Zaldi Taipa, White Sage Path">
    <description>Tucked against tall fronds of plumegrass, a sage-green tent would fade nearly out of sight but for the flutter of leather-wrapped juniper sprigs tied along its sides.  Set just outside the wood-framed entrance is a large yucca basket holding a bright arrangement of yellow fawn lilies and stems of lavender windfeather.</description>
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="181" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="179" />
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  <node id="181" name="Zaldi Taipa, White Sage Path">
    <description>Lacy-leafed tamarisk and yarrow huddle around the path, a composition in dusty green and dark gold.  Their slender leaves dapple a sand-colored tent with translucent shadows that flicker with movement in the playful breezes swirling constantly through the grasses.  A mat of fresh rushes near the wood-framed entrance holds a flat willow basket with an array of apples and nuts arranged on oak leaves.</description>
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="182" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="180" />
  </node>
  <node id="182" name="Zaldi Taipa, Tamarisk Path">
    <description>A beaten path weaves between clumps of saltbrush that have been cut back to assure clear passage.  From the visitors' tents nearby comes the rich scent of fresh coffee -- a treat often offered to guests.  Just to the north, an occasional high whicker comes from the pen holding orphaned or weanling foals.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="477" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="183" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="184" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="181" />
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  <node id="183" name="Zaldi Tire, Osage Pen" note="Osage Pen">
    <description>Alder and spiky osage timbers form a large pen that confines orphaned foals or those in the process of being weaned prior to sale -- a traumatic process for all involved, but necessary nonetheless.  A hollowed log filled with fresh water, the pen's careful placement near a few tamarisk trees and a large patch of sweet grass are evidence the youngsters' comfort has been carefully attended to.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="457" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="182" />
  </node>
  <node id="184" name="Zaldi Taipa, Tamarisk Path">
    <description>Low-growing juniper bushes form a natural hedge bordering the path.  Beneath the shelter of their bluish vegetation, a row of firewheel flowers slumbers through the night, their showy petals curled tightly shut.</description>
    <description>Low-growing juniper bushes form a natural hedge bordering the path.  Beneath the shelter of their bluish vegetation, a row of firewheel flowers blooms.  With a showy corona of broad petals that are red at the base and tipped with yellow, the blossoms' hot color is all the more noticeable contrasted against the cooler hues of the juniper.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="477" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="185" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="182" />
  </node>
  <node id="185" name="Zaldi Taipa, Tamarisk Path">
    <description>Birchwood stakes have been driven deeply into the ground and braided grass rope stretched between them to provide a small tethering area.  Next to the tether stands an elegant charcoal-grey felt tent with black kidskin stitched along the edges and a deep crimson doorflap.  Hanging on either side is a pair of ornate bridles crafted of tan leather and set with rows of white cowrie shells.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="497" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="186" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="184" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tent" destination="217" />
  </node>
  <node id="186" name="Zaldi Taipa, Tamarisk Path">
    <description>Climbing prairie roses have taken advantage of the presence of a few clumps of sagebrush to create a tangle of deep green leaves and pale pink blossoms, nearly obliterating the more austere sage from view.  Around the bushes the ground is nearly clear of vegetation, worn down by the constant footsteps of passing villagers.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="517" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="185" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="187" />
  </node>
  <node id="187" name="Zaldi Taipa, Tamarisk Path">
    <description>Clay pots and jars stand everywhere, leaving just enough room to reach the entrance of a saffron felt tent painted with fine-lined geometric patterns in black and white.  Flat willow baskets hold potshards in readiness for mixing with the next batch of clay, and from somewhere behind the tent, a thin line of smoke rises to the sky.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="537" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="188" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="189" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="199" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="186" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tent" destination="216" />
  </node>
  <node id="188" name="Zaldi Taipa, Firing Pit" note="Firing Pit">
    <description>Heat radiates steadily from a firepit just behind the potter's tent.  River stones have been piled up above the hot coals, and a planked pine framework placed over them with a second fire burning on top -- the whole creating an inferno from which the distinctive Horse Clan pottery is born.  Nearby, large baskets of cedar kindling and dried horse manure stand ready to replenish the hungry flames.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="557" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="187" />
  </node>
  <node id="189" name="Zaldi Taipa, Tamarisk Path" note="Tamarisk Path">
    <description>A single sycamore stands in the midst of the settlement, somehow having grown apart from its fellows in nearby prairie groves and more distant streambeds.  Someone has hung a few small wooden platforms suspended by braided leather cords from its lower branches, and the scattering of little seeds underneath reveals them to be bird feeders.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="557" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="187" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="190" />
  </node>
  <node id="190" name="Zaldi Taipa, Tamarisk Path">
    <description>The ground slopes away into a shallow furrow cut by the flow of water during heavy rains.  Its edges are softened by tufts of sedge and shortgrass, the fast-growing plants wasting no time in establishing their domain.  The haunting call of a nightbird echoes periodically in the distance, its resonance somehow deepening the silence amongst the surrounding tents.</description>
    <description>The ground slopes away into a shallow furrow cut by the flow of water during heavy rains.  Its edges are softened by tufts of sedge and shortgrass, the fast-growing plants wasting no time in establishing their domain.  Quiet voices can be heard from a nearby tent, with a counterpoint of occasional birdsong from somewhere in the distance.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="577" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="189" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="191" />
  </node>
  <node id="191" name="Zaldi Taipa, Osage Path">
    <description>Propped against the side of a silvery-blue felt tent, a willow rack is draped with the long strips of marsh cane and juniper that are used in bowcraft.  Errant breezes send curls of shavings skirling about the ground near the tent's entrance, and the crisp, pleasant scents of wood and resin hang in the air.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="577" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="192" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="190" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tent" destination="214" />
  </node>
  <node id="192" name="Zaldi Taipa, Osage Path">
    <description>Brilliant colors flash against the ground, revealed to be bird skins stretched to dry on cane circles laid out neatly on lengths of clean felt.  Bright gold, scarlet, velvety black, and iridescent blue feathers are destined to become vivid embellishments on weapons, clothing, or baskets.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="597" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="193" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="191" />
  </node>
  <node id="193" name="Zaldi Taipa, Osage Path">
    <description>Just behind a sprawling bank of morning glory vines stands a handsome black felt tent, its entrance draped in a fall of creamy cashmere worked in a fanciful white-on-white arabesque motif.  Off to one side, a swathe of shrubs and grasses has been cleared, perhaps to make room for the rows of cashmere fleeces neatly laid across alder racks.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="657" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="192" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="194" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tent" destination="213" />
  </node>
  <node id="194" name="Zaldi Taipa, Osage Path">
    <description>Opulent bands of amber and scarlet embroidery are crosshatched against the deep brown felt of a large tent that has beaded streamers of chestnut and black horsehair flowing from the tops of its entry poles.  Several low willow camp chairs with supple kidskin seats have been placed in a half-circle a slight distance from the entrance, perhaps to provide a bit of privacy for haggling and the all-important analysis of horseflesh.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="617" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="193" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="195" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go felt tent" destination="212" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go small tent" destination="286" />
  </node>
  <node id="195" name="Zaldi Taipa, Osage Path">
    <description>Sycamore poles, still bearing their mottled green and white bark, support a canopy of deep brown felt with an underlining of pale, filmy netting that can be dropped if insects become troublesome.  Willow camp chairs and a small brass table are placed beneath, and the whole arrangement has been invitingly arranged to provide a good view of the osage pen that holds horses available for sale.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="617" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="194" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="196" />
  </node>
  <node id="196" name="Zaldi Taipa, Beaten Track">
    <description>Behind the horse-trader's tent a moonlit stretch of grassland beckons, level and wide.  At the near end, an oak wagon wheel and an alder wagon wheel mark the beginning and end of an obstacle course inviting those who wish to put a mount through its paces.  Just past the course, a beaten track laced with hoofprints provides an opportunity for checking gait and speed, or simply enjoying a gallop.</description>
    <description>Behind the horse-trader's tent a sun-dappled stretch of grassland beckons, level and wide.  At the near end, an oak wagon wheel and an alder wagon wheel mark the beginning and end of an obstacle course inviting those who wish to put a mount through its paces.  Just past the course, a beaten track laced with hoofprints provides an opportunity for checking gait and speed, or simply enjoying a gallop.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="597" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="195" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="197" />
  </node>
  <node id="197" name="Zaldi Taipa, Plumegrass Path">
    <description>Rising above the grasslands is a dome-shaped tent of dazzling white felt cloaked with panels of heavy gold silk embroidered in blue, black, and scarlet -- the Wind Elf colors of sky, earth, and the spirit world.  Angled to face the rising sun, the entrance is flanked by a pair of jade jaguars.  Perched atop tall aspen poles with their tails gracefully looping downward, the great cats, amber eyes watchful, crouch in eternal vigil.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="577" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="198" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="196" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="203" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tent" destination="208" />
  </node>
  <node id="198" name="Zaldi Taipa, Tower of Spears">
    <description>Placed between the four white tents at the heart of the village is a stack of horse skulls, each gleaming with beadwork of black, gold, and scarlet.  Arching over them are six great silver-tipped spears wrapped in white and yellow silk and lashed together to form a tower that lifts imposingly against the sky.  At the tower's apex, long streamers of silver-beaded white horsehair flutter in the passing breezes, casting a veil of moving shadows over the ornately decorated skulls beneath.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="557" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="201" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="199" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="197" />
  </node>
  <node id="199" name="Zaldi Taipa, Plumegrass Path">
    <description>Flanked by long planked aspen benches, a tall white tent is placed to face the tower of spears at the center of the camp.  The entrance flap is embroidered with a stylized sunburst pattern and is tied securely shut at the moment, though the size and location of the tent as well as the tracery of footprints leading to and from the vicinity indicate that it may be used for large meetings.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="537" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="187" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="200" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="198" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="201" />
  </node>
  <node id="200" name="Zaldi Taipa, Plumegrass Path">
    <description>A great fire pit dominates this area, as wide as a small cottage and deep enough to hold a stack of cordwood topped with a thick layer of pinecones and nettles, the whole crowned with a dome of smooth river rocks.  Just behind the pit is a low hut crafted of bent green aspen poles and covered with layered hides and juniper boughs.  A narrow channel has been dug between the double row of logs forming the base of the hut.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="557" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="199" />
  </node>
  <node id="201" name="Zaldi Taipa, Plumegrass Path">
    <description>Painted with symbols of the hunt, a tall white tent stands behind an assortment of perches that appear to be freshly cleaned -- each constructed in the half-circle shape used for birds of prey.  Their immaculate condition and their variety, ranging from the slim arcs of woven willow that suit merlins or falconets to the heavy branches wrapped in rope that must hold eagles, indicates a culture that values its hunting birds.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="517" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="199" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="198" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="203" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="202" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go white tent" destination="447" />
  </node>
  <node id="202" name="Zaldi Taipa, Weathering Area">
    <description>Bells jingle softly, the sound resonating through the air as the hunting hawks and falcons put out to weather shift about on their perches.  None of the birds are hooded at present, so their perches have been placed well away from each other to ensure that the larger hunters don't make meals of their smaller relatives.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="517" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="201" />
  </node>
  <node id="203" name="Zaldi Taipa, Plumegrass Path">
    <description>A half-circle of spears wrapped in white and saffron silk and topped with crimson-beaded cougar skulls arcs around the entrance to a stately tent of white felt with a flow of shaded blue beadwork along its sides.  Streamers of white horsehair and brilliant azure feathers tied with black silk cascade from the entrance poles, and near the doorway is an oak stand holding a tall sandalwood bucket with silver crocodile heads affixed to the rim.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="557" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="201" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="197" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="204" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tent" destination="211" />
  </node>
  <node id="204" name="Zaldi Taipa, Shaded Thicket">
    <description>Growing thick and fragrant, a tall hedge of prairie roses crowns an embankment that drops to a dense stand of sycamore trees, signaling water somewhere nearby.  A narrow pathway pierces the vegetation to form a shadowy tunnel that meanders down through the thicket, a secret highway nearly hidden from view.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="557" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="203" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="205" />
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  <node id="205" name="Zaldi Taipa, Shaded Grove" note="Aldauth|shrine" color="#A6A3D9">
    <description>The sweet sound of water bubbles nearby as the pathway drops into a grove of sycamore, their lower branches ornamented with an assortment of felt and kidskin pouches.  Around the base of the trees, ornate yucca baskets trimmed with quail and meadowlark feathers hold fragrant sage leaves and bundles of delicate bird bones wrapped with braided grass.  A small altar crafted of deep purple osage heartwood holds a beaded hawk-wing fan framing a brass bowl filled with milk.</description>
    <position x="-820" y="557" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="206" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="204" />
  </node>
  <node id="206" name="Zaldi Taipa, Shaded Grove">
    <description>A grove of white-barked aspens lifts to the sky, their leaves a dance of moon-silvered green and gold.  Lashed between them is a canopy of alabaster felt edged with a row of tiny silver bells and amber-beaded feathers.  An elaborately carved sandalwood bucket filled with grain sits amidst a drift of the sweet grasses that grow thickly around the tree trunks.</description>
    <description>White-barked sycamores lift to the sky, their leaves a dance of sun-washed green and gold.  Lashed between them is a canopy of alabaster felt edged with a row of tiny silver bells and amber-beaded feathers.  An elaborately carved sandalwood bucket filled with grain sits amidst a drift of the sweet grasses that grow thickly around the tree trunks.</description>
    <position x="-840" y="577" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="205" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="207" />
  </node>
  <node id="207" name="Zaldi Taipa, Shaded Grove">
    <description>Flinging rainbowed prisms of mist as it tumbles along, a little creek rushes from the grasslands beyond.  Coursing over polished stones that gleam through the clarity of the water, it finally drops into a wide, rocky basin encircled with a natural garden of moss, cinnamon fern, and wild iris.</description>
    <position x="-860" y="597" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="206" />
  </node>
  <node id="208" name="Zaldi Taipa, Chieftain's Chadir" note="Chieftain's Chadir">
    <description>Wooden latticework lines the white felt interior of the spacious chadir, its slats running upward to the 'sky-door' -- a circular roof opening covered with azure silk.  In this central area meant for greeting visitors, the crisp scent of grass floor mats mixes with the welcoming aroma of warm aszal and other treats set out on an oak table.  Vivid colors cloak the walls in scenes of clan life depicted on a series of tapestries, while clouded arzumos furs cover the entrances to the living areas.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="597" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="210" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="209" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go flap" destination="197" />
  </node>
  <node id="209" name="Zaldi Taipa, Chieftain's Chadir">
    <description>The rich simplicity of the personal quarters of this aristocrat of the steppes reflects the wild beauty of his world.  One entire wall is covered by the gleaming pelt of a snow leopard hunted down on some remote, icy peak, and an amber-beaded spirit wheel hangs from the ceiling, the eagle feathers at its center swaying gently in the air.  Along the floor, the starkly elegant patterns of Horse Clan tapestries surround an oak table and a sleeping pad strewn with lush black-and-gold jaguar furs.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="617" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="208" />
  </node>
  <node id="210" name="Zaldi Taipa, Chieftain's Chadir">
    <description>Quiet descends in this chamber designed for work or silent thought.  The entrance is sheltered from visitors' eyes by the ivory and gold fur of a clouded arzumos, and whirlwind-patterned baskets against the wall are filled with white sage leaves that fill the air with the warm scent of the open steppes.  A low table and chairs are the only furnishings.  Almost stark in their simplicity, they are yet as regal as any courtly furniture thanks to the rare osage heartwood from which they are crafted.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="617" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="208" />
  </node>
  <node id="211" name="Zaldi Taipa, Jan Taipen Chadir" note="Jan Taipen Chadir">
    <description>Moonlight filters through blue-green silk draped over the opening at the tent's apex, the wash of cool hues creating a dreamlike atmosphere heightened by the scent of sage rising from triple-coil baskets lining the walls.  Taller baskets holding an assortment of gourd rattles and feathered prayer sticks surround a gleaming white and gold saddle dominating the center of the room.  Near the saddle, an osage heartwood altar holds a pair of clay bowls -- one filled with milk, the other with grain.</description>
    <description>Sunlight filters through blue-green silk draped over the opening at the tent's apex, the wash of cool hues creating a dreamlike atmosphere heightened by the scent of sage rising from triple-coil baskets lining the walls.  Taller baskets holding an assortment of gourd rattles and feathered prayer sticks surround a gleaming white and gold saddle dominating the center of the room.  Near the saddle, an osage heartwood altar holds a pair of clay bowls -- one filled with milk, the other with grain.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="537" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go flap" destination="203" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go quiet corner" destination="448" />
  </node>
  <node id="212" name="Zaldi Taipa, Horse-trader's Chadir">
    <description>The world outside grows distant as luxury offers its embrace.  Wine-colored carpets soften each step, and silks and brocades in saffron and blue create a flow of rich colors from floor to ceiling.  Horseflesh is serious business here: Elegant sculptures of great past horses grace the corners, bridles so ornate that they could command a ransom hang from the walls like fine paintings, and a carved sandalwood table bears a locked, leather-bound book titled 'Lineage of the Akhaal'.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="617" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go drape" destination="194" />
  </node>
  <node id="213" name="Zaldi Taipa, Yasnah's Cashmere" note="Yasnah's Cashmere" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Fresh rushes and sweet grass cover the floor, crackling with each step and making the air smell of meadows and sunshine.  Thick deobar crossbeams stretch upwards from the stout center pole like the branches of a short but sturdy tree.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="657" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go flap" destination="193" />
  </node>
  <node id="214" name="Zaldi Taipa, Bowyer" note="Bowyer" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Fresh air wafts down from the opening at the apex of the tent, bringing the crisp, golden scent of the grasslands into the room.  A tall aspen pole, carved top to bottom with birds in flight, has been pegged so that quivers may be hung from it.  Nearby, a deep willow basket edged with the coppery iridescence of pheasant feathers holds an assortment of fletching pouches.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="577" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go curtain" destination="215" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go flap" destination="191" />
  </node>
  <node id="215" name="Zaldi Taipa, Bowyer" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Fabric dyed the color of the winter sky covers a framework of interlaced aspen poles.  White felt edged with black goat hide and embroidered with colorful vines and birds drapes the entryway.  In the corners, tall willow baskets are filled with fragrant juniper boughs that fill the air with a sharp, cool scent.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="577" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go curtain" destination="214" />
  </node>
  <node id="216" name="Zaldi Taipa, Potter" note="Potter" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Rushes crackle underfoot, bringing the scent of sun-dried grasses to mix pleasantly with the earthier smell of clay.  Along the walls is an array of mixing vessels, and loops of cord suspend an assortment of yucca-leaf brushes used to decorate the pottery that fills the room.  One corner is crowded with flat baskets holding little jars of paint, multi-colored shards, and shining fragments of crushed mica.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="517" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go flap" destination="187" />
  </node>
  <node id="217" name="Zaldi Taipa, Ela's Equine Supplies" note="Ela's Equine Supplies|Tack" color="#FF0000">
    <description>All kinds of tack and horse supplies fill the inside of the tent.  Saddles and bridles, halters and combs -- everything a horse could need is contained in this tent.  An important-looking sign painted with various images of horses hangs over a pile of trunks and baskets, and a large feed box sits nearby.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="477" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="218" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go flap" destination="185" />
  </node>
  <node id="218" name="Zaldi Taipa, Ela's Equine Supplies" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Cut off from the rest of the tent by an elaborate screen, this back room is filled with the pleasant scent of leather.  The walls are draped with heavy wool tapestries in fine-lined geometric patterns, their simplicity providing a perfect background for the array of available tack crafted in traditional style by the artisans of Horse Clan.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="477" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="217" />
  </node>
  <node id="219" name="Zaldi Taipa, Anaylisse's Felterie" note="Anaylisse's Felterie" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Color abounds everywhere within this warm and cozy place.  Vibrant hues echo about the circular walls in beautifully crafted tapestries.  A sky of midnight blue felt sprinkled with crystal stars forms the roof, supported by a thick central pole of dark, polished deobar.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="437" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="220" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go flap" destination="177" />
  </node>
  <node id="220" name="Zaldi Taipa, Anaylisse's Felterie" color="#FF0000">
    <description>The warm glow of oil lamps reveal baskets of felt creations in various stages of construction lined up like toy soldiers against the walls.  Balls of colored silk and finely spun wool fill one large crate, mounded like gems on a Trader's table.  A slender pole of polished oak supports the roof, where silk-clad dancers with bracelet covered wrists spin and twirl on pointed toes to the soundless music of the felt-crafted musicians stitched about the walls.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="437" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="219" />
  </node>
  <node id="221" name="Zaldi Taipa, The Lamb's Shank" note="Lamb's Shank" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Long, spotlessly clean tables line the spacious dining area, comfortable padded benches pulled up at each one.  The air is redolent with the odor of spicy foods, various teas, and the crisp scent of grass mats on the ground.  From just outside, the cheerful clatter of cooking over open grills can be heard.  Large panels with mesh inserts have been cut along the sides of the tent so that the walls can be rolled up in the summer or dropped and snugly secured in cold weather.</description>
    <position x="-840" y="417" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go corner" destination="222" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go flap" destination="175" />
  </node>
  <node id="222" name="The Lamb's Shank, Quiet Corner">
    <description>One corner of the tent has been screened off with heavy felt drapes, providing at least a bit of privacy for those who wish to have their meal in more solitude than can be had in the larger communal area.</description>
    <position x="-860" y="417" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go drape" destination="221" />
  </node>
  <node id="223" name="Zaldi Taipa, Shepherd's Chadir" note="Shepherd's Chadir">
    <description>Perhaps deriving a perverse satisfaction from treading on the creatures that are often thorns in his side, the shepherd has flung the skins of various predators on the floor of his compact tent.  The central space is taken up by the tawny hide of a large cougar, while the heavier furs of wolf, coyote, and even a spotted lynx are arranged along the sides.  Interspersed among the simple items that make the tent a home are sheep-sized halters, baskets of medicinal herbs, and other tools of the trade.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="397" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go alcove" destination="224" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go flap" destination="172" />
  </node>
  <node id="224" name="Zaldi Taipa, Furrier" note="Bundles" color="#00FF00">
    <description>Furs in hues of buff and cream and sable hang side by side, contrasting warmly with the deep green felt of the walls.  The air is full of the scent of leather and tanned hides, though there is an undercurrent of a wild, musky odor -- a reminder of the creatures whose existence played out in the grasslands and forests beyond this tent.  Niklotai, the shepherd's son, hums tunelessly as he sorts a stack of cougar hides by color and quality.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="397" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go flap" destination="223" />
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  <node id="225" name="The Western Road, Farmlands">
    <description>Fields to the north and south of the road look cultivated, or at least were tilled some short time in the past.  The road is in good repair, which argues for a local population that takes on the task of maintenance.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="197" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="58" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="226" />
  </node>
  <node id="226" name="The Western Road, Farmlands">
    <description>Yew trees line the road, and a carpet of their fallen needles cushions the wheel or foot that nears them.  Judging from their size, the trees have a few years on them and were obviously placed by design rather than nature.</description>
    <description>Yew trees line the road, bordering it in a stately procession to the west.  A carpet of their fallen needles cushions the wheel or foot that travels in their shade.  Judging from their size, the trees have a few years on them and were obviously placed by design rather than nature.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="177" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="225" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="227" />
  </node>
  <node id="227" name="The Western Road, A Ruined Manse">
    <description>A short avenue of yew trees leads to a low pile of rubble.  It must have been a noteworthy manse at one time: the extent of the remains, the carriage drive before what was its entrance, and the circle of sheltering trees all bespeak a residence of importance in the region.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="177" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="226" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="228" />
  </node>
  <node id="228" name="The Western Road, Farmlands">
    <description>On each side of the road is a colonnade of yew trees whose lines extend a fair distance to the east and whose fallen needles hush the noises of the road.  Whoever planted the big trees wanted something impressive, even showy, and they serve the purpose well.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="177" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="227" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="229" />
  </node>
  <node id="229" name="The Western Road, Farmlands">
    <description>A boldly carved wooden figure stands on a polished sandstone slab in the middle of the road, surrounded by piles of drying flowers, food, and other offerings.  A circle of benches surrounds the statue for those who wish to break their journey for rest or reflection.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="157" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="228" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="230" />
  </node>
  <node id="230" name="The Western Road, Foothills">
    <description>The road occasionally greets a tilled field, but for the most part, scrub grasses separate stands of trees.  The groups of sumac, laurel, birch, and a few firs are denser and more numerous to the west than to the east.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="157" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="229" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="231" />
  </node>
  <node id="231" name="The Western Road, Foothills">
    <description>Obstinate ridges run north and south, frustrating travelers whose journeys go from east to west and back again.  One such ridge to the west forces the road through several switchbacks along a forested hillside.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="137" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="232" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="230" />
  </node>
  <node id="232" name="The Western Road, Foothills">
    <description>Although the road is not terribly steep, a dislodged stone or a kicked pine cone may well roll a good distance before coming to rest.  One might enjoy a good view of the countryside from here, midway up the side of the ridge, were it not for the thick stand of pines that lines the road.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="117" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="231" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="233" />
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  <node id="233" name="The Western Road, Atop the Ridge">
    <description>The tread of many, many patient boots and hooves has worn the roadway down, and it crosses the top of the ridge several feet below the shoulders on either side.  But the sunken path proves to be a blessing because the higher sides keep travelers on the road, even in the gloom of the forested ridge.</description>
    <description>The tread of many, many patient boots and hooves has worn the roadway down, and it crosses the top of the ridge several feet below the shoulders on either side.  The sunken path and the surrounding forest dim the light guiding the traveler's way, even on the brightest day.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="97" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="232" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="234" />
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  <node id="234" name="The Western Road, The Spring" note="Forest Gryphons|Gryphons">
    <description>A constant splashing alerts the traveler to the presence of a spring.  The sound comes from a conveniently located stone trough by the side of the road.</description>
    <description>A mountain spring has been cleaned out near the road and piped into a stone trough, making the cold water available for man and beast alike.  The overflow from the trough runs downhill into the forest, away from the road, which follows higher ground.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="97" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="233" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="235" />
  </node>
  <node id="235" name="The Western Road, Big Meadow">
    <description>The road crosses the eastern and higher end of a big clearing.  One may well stray off the road, but at least there's no danger of walking into a tree.</description>
    <description>The road crosses the eastern end of a big clearing, an unusual sight in the wooded foothills.  No mark of axe or saw can be seen, so the lea must have resulted from a natural event, perhaps a forest fire.  Downhill to the west, saplings around the edge show the slow return of the trees, and in fifty years no trace will remain of the meadow.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="97" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="234" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="236" />
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  <node id="236" name="The Western Road, Big Meadow">
    <description>Scrub brush and low saplings flank the road at the lower, western end of a big clearing.  From downhill comes the sound of flowing water.</description>
    <description>Scrub brush and low saplings flank the road at the lower, western end of a big clearing, not far from a stream in the valley.  Higher up, the meadow looks freer of the encroaching forest.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="97" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="235" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="237" />
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  <node id="237" name="The Western Road, Stream Bank" note="baby forest gryphons">
    <description>A shallow stream running down the valley crosses the road, its banks decorated by leafy ferns.  Bullfrogs boom and now and then an owl hoots in its hunting.  To the southeast, the road runs uphill.</description>
    <description>A shallow stream running down the valley crosses the road, its banks decorated by leafy ferns.  Frogs call, birds sing and dragonflies dart and hover over the water.  To the southeast, the road runs uphill through a big meadow.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="77" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="236" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="238" />
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  <node id="238" name="The Western Road, The Stream" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The comfortable current and the pebbly bottom of the shallow stream make about as good a road as any on this long trek.  The bank is high and undercut to the west, and the water deepens to the south, making both of those directions look chancy.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="77" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="swim north" destination="240" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="237" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="239" />
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  <node id="239" name="The Western Road, The Stream" color="#0000FF">
    <description>A pool of friendly dimensions is a welcome spot for a dip or a bath, if one doesn't mind the chill mountain water.  Besides the sound of the stream itself, a louder splash is sometimes heard, a reminder that other visitors may be enjoying the water too.</description>
    <description>A pool of friendly dimensions is a welcome spot for a dip or a bath, if one doesn't mind the chill mountain water.  Green fronds ripple on the bottom of the pool, clouds of minnows scatter and form, and now and then a larger fish swims into view, all distinctly visible through the clear water.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="97" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="swim north" destination="238" />
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  <node id="240" name="The Western Road, The Stream" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The road joins the streambed to the west where the bank is low and firm.</description>
    <description>The mud of a lower bank to the west is marked with footprints and wagon tracks, evidence of a pretty steady flow of traffic.  Probably many of those feet, sore from their wayfaring, have found refreshment in these waters.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="57" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="238" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="241" />
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  <node id="241" name="The Western Road, Stream Bank" note="young forest gryphons">
    <description>A steeply inclined road joins the top of a ridge to the west to the stream that runs through the valley.  The ridge is thickly forested with long-leaf pines, hemlocks and some mountain laurel, but the woods seem thinner toward the top.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="57" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="240" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="242" />
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  <node id="242" name="The Western Road, Atop the Ridge">
    <description>A cold northern wind scours the top of the ridge, and the area seems doubly exposed because it has been cleared of trees and brush where the road crosses.  Except for the wind there is almost no sound -- not even the rustle of leaves or the quiet patter of falling needles.</description>
    <description>The top of the ridge has been cleared of trees where the road crosses, revealing a sweeping vista of jagged, snow-capped mountains to the west and north, the Himineldar Shel and its Dark Pass.  To the southwest, a lone hill rises above the plain.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="37" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="241" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="243" />
  </node>
  <node id="243" name="The Western Road, Foothills">
    <description>The road dips slightly between the path north through the forest and a steeper rise to the southeast.  Off to one side, victim of some misfortune, sits an abandoned wagon -- or what's left of it after passersby have stripped it of usable parts.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="17" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="244" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="242" />
  </node>
  <node id="244" name="The Western Road, Foothills" note="RTF51|RT-GR-S" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Northward lies a heavily forested region cast in shade so deep it's hard to see more than a score of yards in that direction.  To the south the forest is not so dense, although the trees and the ridges still limit the line of sight.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="-3" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="245" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="243" />
  </node>
  <node id="245" name="Seord Kerwaith, Shadowed Copse">
    <description>The pathway widens somewhat to the south, as the trees file close to the rocky pathway cut though the dense forest, forming a living wall of wood.  Near the center of the clearing, a small rock shrine rests amongst numerous colorfully painted stones and several bundles of dried flowers.  Bamboo wind chimes, hung with a several black crystals, dangle from a low-hanging branch above the center of the clearing, clacking softy in the gentle wilderness breeze.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="-103" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="246" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="244" />
  </node>
  <node id="246" name="Seord Kerwaith, Shadowed Copse">
    <description>Through a narrow gap in the canopy to the north, a monstrous snow-capped mountain dominates the sky.  Gentle beams of light trickle though the random breaks in the deep green canopy overhead as its swings gently in the breeze.  Distant cracks and snaps echo in the distance, their source remaining undiscovered in the thick tangle of brush and leaves.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="-123" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="247" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="245" />
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  <node id="247" name="Seord Kerwaith, Shadowed Copse">
    <description>Following the snake-like curves of the rocky pathway, the mammoth trees press in close to one another as they fight for any available space on the forest floor.  A gentle rain of leaves slowly drift to the rocky ground from the canopy above, landing amongst the carpet of organic decay already underfoot.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="-143" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="248" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="246" />
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  <node id="248" name="Seord Kerwaith, Shadowed Copse">
    <description>Every so often wind rolls though the area, sending several of the leaves lining the ground rolling along the reddish-black and burnt amber leaf cover.  A distant floral aroma lightens the overbearing musk of earth that hangs like mist on the air and slowly meanders though the wood upon the soft breeze.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="-143" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="249" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="247" />
  </node>
  <node id="249" name="Seord Kerwaith, Shadowed Copse">
    <description>Rugged roots from the surrounding trees protrude from the ashy brown soil underfoot, having been exposed by rainwater flowing down the slanted pathway.  A cracked leather boot rests lodged between two intertwining roots the size of a Gor'Tog's arm, giving warning to those who choose to incautiously traverse the pathway.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="-143" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="250" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="248" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go animal trail" destination="359" />
  </node>
  <node id="250" name="Seord Kerwaith, Shadowed Copse" note="RTF50|RT-GR-HC" color="#C2B280">
    <description>The densely packed trees tower above the winding path, their canopies growing together to cast shifting shadows along the rocky trail.  The rustle of leaves trickles down from the lush treetops as flying squirrels leap from branch to branch, chattering noisily as they jump though the sea of green leaves.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="-163" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="251" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="249" />
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  <node id="251" name="Seord Kerwaith, Shadowed Copse">
    <description>The twisted passage meets abruptly with a dense forest, the tangle of branches winding amongst the razor-sharp pinnacle of stone.  An icy wind sweeps briskly though the narrow passage with a low howl as it cuts through the stone to the north, causing the foliage of the canopies to rustle softly.  Thick creepers wind over the exterior of the stone walls, forming a natural archway over the gaping maw of black stone.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="-183" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="250" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="252" />
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  <node id="252" name="Seord Kerwaith, Crystalline Gorge">
    <description>The valley grows narrow at the southern end where a section of wall has collapsed, cutting a pathway though the black stone.  Softly shimmering in the available light, ice crystals cling to the black rock outlining the passage though the jagged stone.  To the north, the walls of Raven's Point rise in the distance, dwarfed beneath the massive slopes of the white-capped Himineldar Shel.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="-203" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="260" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="253" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="251" />
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  <node id="253" name="Seord Kerwaith, Crystalline Gorge">
    <description>The valley grows narrow as it curls southward, splitting the path into a jagged pattern as it weaves back and forth between the blocky stone sides of the gorge.  A thin layer of frost-covered rubble is haphazardly strewn about the remains of a few tents left in ruin.  Small flecks of grey and black ash cover the small drifts of snow resting at the base of the wall, slowly swirling across the ground in the invisible currents of chill air.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="-223" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="254" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="261" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="252" />
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  <node id="254" name="Seord Kerwaith, Crystalline Gorge">
    <description>The sheer wall of black stone curls high overhead, ending in several rows of curved spikes.  A thick layer of frost covers the uneven ground underfoot, and is lightly littered with rubble of various shapes and sizes.  A bitter wind sweeps along the curving wall of the valley, carrying shimmering flakes of snow upon their unseen currents.  Curious formations of ice rise from the ground at skewed angles, their mirror-like surfaces refracting the available light.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="-263" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="255" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="256" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="261" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="253" />
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  <node id="255" name="Seord Kerwaith, Walls of Raven's Point">
    <description>Massive rough-cut logs span the gap between the black walls that frame the valley, slipping neatly into reinforced niches cut into the rough stone facade.  Discolored patches of grey wood have been hammered into the frost-covered surface of the log walls, mending countless cracks were the frost has managed to split its unfinished grain.  The dull chatter of life within the outpost is carried upon the air, rumbling just above the distant howl of the icy mountain gales.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="-283" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="256" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="254" />
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  <node id="256" name="Seord Kerwaith, Gear Gate" note="Raven's Point">
    <description>Rough-cut logs with sharpened peaks reach across the rough stone walls to block further passage though the pass to the north.  Thick curls of black smoke spiral into the sky from beyond the makeshift walls of the outpost, the air filled with the pungent aroma of blood sausage and smoking cedar.  In the direct center of the fortification, a massive gear gate has been sandwiched between the sharpened log walls, reaching across the valley to slide seamlessly into the black rock walls of the valley.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="-283" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="257" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="262" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="254" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="255" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go gear gate" destination="316" />
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  <node id="257" name="Seord Kerwaith, Walls of Raven's Point">
    <description>Countless pikes, splattered with rusty stains, are partially buried at the foot of the rough-cut wall that surrounds the outpost.  Narrow gaps are cut in the black stone of the valley walls, just large enough to allow the sharpened logs to slide securely into the stone niches, giving the structure added stability.  Weather-worn Dwarves patrol the parapets along the interior of the walls, several of them sporadically resting to take a long drag from the curved pipes clenched between their teeth.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="-283" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="256" />
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  <node id="258" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Stream" color="#000080">
    <description>The water flows to the east, funneling into a crevice not much wider than a hand.  Silty gloom surrounds you, and long-feelered fish wriggle through the muck at the bottom of the stream.</description>
    <description>Murky water flows to the west, funneling in from a crevice not much wider than a hand.  Silty gloom lurks at the bottom of the water, and long-feelered fish wriggle through the muck at the bottom of the stream.  A thin coating of green algae coats the bottom of the stream bed, clinging between low rocks worn smooth by the current.</description>
    <position x="-480" y="-103" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="259" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="127" />
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  <node id="259" name="Julge Dolen Zaldeni, Stream" color="#000080">
    <description>The current flows to the east with a gentle tug.  The water is murky with silt churned from the lands above.  An occasional fish brushes past, more a disturbance in the water than a flash of silver through the gloom.</description>
    <description>The current flows upward lightly as it hits a large bank of rough feldspar that houses numerous small fish and pockets of green algae.  Murky silt churns up from the streambed, filling the water with plumes that briefly resemble stormclouds before dissipating.  An occasional minnow darts here and there, creating a disturbance in the water and a flash of silver in the gloom.</description>
    <position x="-500" y="-103" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="258" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="126" />
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  <node id="260" name="Seord Kerwaith, Crystalline Gorge">
    <description>The frigid wind slides smoothly across the rock walls that enclose the valley, pulling shards of ice and compacted snow from the rough surface.  A massive boulder of the same black rock found within this valley rests securely in a narrow divot cut into the ground, covered in narrow gouges that crisscross along its rough surface.  In the gentle dusting of snow covering the ground several clawed prints follow the shadows along the edge of the valley leading northward towards the outpost.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="-223" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="262" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="252" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="261" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go dark hole;-0.5 stand" destination="263" />
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  <node id="261" name="Seord Kerwaith, Crystalline Gorge" note="shalswar">
    <description>Stones and rubble near the midline of the valley are cleared to make way for the battered remains of a war camp.  Battle-worn tents, partially collapsed and decayed from extended exposure to the elements, are arranged in narrow rows around frozen remnants of campfires carved into the ground.  The chill wind sporadically sweeps from the heavens to meander though the valley, hitting the frost-covered fabric with a dull rustle.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="-243" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="262" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="260" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="253" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="254" />
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  <node id="262" name="Seord Kerwaith, Crystalline Gorge" note="RTF01|RT-GR-GPS" color="#C2B280">
    <description>The frost-covered remnants of several broken crates rest in a heap along the back valley wall, their weather-worn surfaces painted with a faded blood-red insignia.  Small patches of slowly shifting snow rest in wind-lashed drifts.  Gentle wisps of white crystals dance across the ground with each errant breeze.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="-263" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="260" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="261" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="256" />
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  <node id="263" name="Seord Kerwaith, Squat Cavern">
    <description>The interior of the small cavern is carved from the heart of the black stone, the walls covered with the chiseled gouges of pickaxes.  Several shallow stone basins hung on rusted chains from the wall bathe the area in a pale yellow glow.  The frigid breeze of the valley outside meets with the unexplainably warm air filling the narrow space, condensing on the wall in crystal-clear droplets of water.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="-263" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go dark hole;-0.5 stand" destination="260" />
    <arc exit="none" move="script ggbypass" destination="264" />
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  <node id="264" name="Cragstone Vale, Tunnel">
    <description>Rising steeply from a rough-hewn opening, the passage is large enough for several mounted S'Kra Mur to ride abreast.  Gouges of chisels and other marks of excavation abound, but the natural crack splitting the tunnel's ceiling indicates that this was once little more than a natural fissure in the flank of the mountain.  The flickering glow of countless torches, affixed to the walls with thick metal brackets, bathe the passage in a pale yellow light.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-263" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="265" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rough-hewn opening" destination="267" />
    <arc exit="none" move="script ggbypass" destination="263" />
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  <node id="265" name="Cragstone Vale, Tunnel">
    <description>The natural fissure in the ceiling stretches into the darkness high above.  Burning torches punctuate the walls of the shaft every ten paces, and their fluttering light casts dancing shadows across the rock.  Intermittent gusts of air from below rush upwards, causing the tunnel to reverberate in a guttural moan.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-283" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="266" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="264" />
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  <node id="266" name="Cragstone Vale, Shrine of the Shell" note="Tamigen|Grazhir|Ways|Astral Plane" color="#FF00FF">
    <description>The passage leading from below opens abruptly into a great, domed chamber.  The cavern centers on a pillar of black stone bathed in the light from a fissure rising through the ceiling to the sky above.  A shrine and brazier sit to one side of the pillar.  Blazing torches encircle the chamber, each rising from an intricately rendered, gilt dragon sconce.  The red-orange firelight reveals elaborate designs carved across the walls of the vast space.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-303" z="0" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="265" />
  </node>
  <node id="267" name="Cragstone Vale, Korograth Lair">
    <description>The walls of the chasm gradually bow toward each other until they finally embrace, forming a protective arch over the terminus of the canyon.  The floor of the enclosure has been quarried to create a ring of colossal depressions where shattered, young mikkhalbamar trunks and rounded stones have been laid as bedding material.  Nestled between these korograth roosts, a tunnel mouth leads into the rock face.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="-263" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="268" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tunnel mouth" destination="264" />
  </node>
  <node id="268" name="Cragstone Vale, Granite Canyon">
    <description>The sheer walls of the defile tower overhead, crowding ever closer together.  Only a thin ribbon of sky remains visible through the incomplete arch above.  Occasional, rumbling thumps echo from the east and west, causing gravel to cascade to the canyon floor.  Strangely, the pathway is clear of fallen rock.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="-263" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="269" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="267" />
  </node>
  <node id="269" name="Cragstone Vale, Granite Canyon">
    <description>Over fifty paces in height, the granite walls of this canyon lean toward each other, allowing little light to reach the floor.  The near-vertical cliffs and fallen boulders alike have been worn smooth by the action of water, but the accumulation of silt and animal remains indicates that its source has long since been diverted.  The skeleton of a massive korograth rises to one side of the path.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="-263" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="268" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rock-strewn road" destination="270" />
  </node>
  <node id="270" name="Cragstone Vale, Roadway">
    <description>As the open roadway clings to the massive flank of the mountain, the forest seems to glower angrily, its branches clawing for complete dominion of the valley.  Only the crushing passage of enormous beasts has kept the mikkhalbamar at bay.  A tangled deadfall stretches deep into the trees while a massive crag to the south opens into a narrow canyon walled by sheer cliffs.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="-343" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="271" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="272" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow canyon" destination="269" />
  </node>
  <node id="271" name="The Black Spire, Gates" note="Black Spire">
    <description>Sheltered under the watchful eye of the mountain, towering walls and craggy parapets rise like a ravenous serpent from the rock that composes this end of the ravine.  Wrought of mikkhalbamar and thick, iron bands, the massive gates of the fortress mark the end of the valley road.  Silent evidence of battle litters the ground riven siege towers, wrecked onagers and shattered scorpions have been trodden nearly to splinters by time and the footfalls of great beasts.</description>
    <position x="0" y="-303" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="270" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go gates" destination="331" />
  </node>
  <node id="272" name="Cragstone Vale, Corral">
    <description>The mountain's flank flattens, creating a broad ledge between the cliffs above and the forest below.  A fence of stout mikkhalbamar logs has been erected around the area to create an enclosure in which the Dragon Priests train their war mounts.  Through a massive, open gate to the southeast, the road continues toward the mountain itself.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="-363" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="274" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="270" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="275" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="273" />
  </node>
  <node id="273" name="Cragstone Vale, Corral">
    <description>The mountain's flank flattens, creating a broad ledge between the cliffs above and the forest below.  A fence of stout mikkalbamar logs has been erected around the area to create an enclosure in which the Dragon Priests train their war mounts, but some great force has left the barricade in ruins here.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="-383" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="274" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="272" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="275" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go trampled barrier" destination="276" />
  </node>
  <node id="274" name="Cragstone Vale, Corral">
    <description>The great trees of the forest have been forced aside to accommodate a twisting path that descends to the northeast.  The stout mikkalbamar fence rises tall and sturdy, a perfect cage for the training of the war mounts the Dragon Priests take into battle.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="-383" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="272" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="275" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="273" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go twisting path" destination="299" />
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  <node id="275" name="Cragstone Vale, Corral">
    <description>Sheltered under the cliff face, this portion of the enclosure centers on a deep, rocky cleft that leads into a cave in the ravine wall.  Heaps of rotting meat fills oversized feeding troughs that flank the opening.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="-363" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="273" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="274" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="272" />
  </node>
  <node id="276" name="Cragstone Vale, Roadway">
    <description>The overgrown roadway stretches to the southwest, while a section of crushed fence leads to a rocky shelf above.  The sound of rushing water can be heard from the north where a huge, fallen tree has been toppled away from the road, creating a narrow void through the underbrush.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-383" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="277" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go crushed fence" destination="273" />
  </node>
  <node id="277" name="Cragstone Vale, Roadway">
    <description>The forest crowds the road as the neglected path winds its way through a depression in the valley floor.  Rainwater and mountain snowmelt have eroded a sharp gully that blocks the way westward.   No movement comes from the surrounding trees despite an occasional breeze passing through the area.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="-363" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="276" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb sharp gully" destination="278" />
  </node>
  <node id="278" name="Cragstone Vale, Roadway">
    <description>An occasional twittering bird breaks the silence of the forest canopy that hangs over this stretch of road.  Boughs of mikkhalbamar block most of the sky from view.  The pathway widens to the southwest while a rain-washed gully blocks the way east.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-383" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="279" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rain-washed gully" destination="277" />
  </node>
  <node id="279" name="Cragstone Vale, Roadway">
    <description>The forest rises to the north of the roadway while the scarred wall of the ravine rises to the south.  Some cataclysmic force fractured the cliff face above, causing a tumult of rock and debris to cascade across the road.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="-363" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="278" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb jagged rockslide" destination="280" />
  </node>
  <node id="280" name="Cragstone Vale, Roadway">
    <description>Burned stumps line a path littered with boulders, rocks and chunks of fused slag.  The forest appears to shy away from shattered trees that add to the look of devastation.  The road continues southwest while a jagged rockslide blocks the way east.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="-383" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="281" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb jagged rockslide" destination="279" />
  </node>
  <node id="281" name="Cragstone Vale, Roadway">
    <description>From this small rise, the surrounding terrain is clearly visible.  The river lies to the northwest, while to the northeast a massive rockslide crests across the road as it snakes its way around a buckle in the ravine wall.  To the west, the route continues past a collection of pikes displaying sun-bleached skulls capped with Dwarven great helms.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="-363" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="280" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="282" />
  </node>
  <node id="282" name="Cragstone Vale, Roadway">
    <description>The road hugs the river, culminating in a bridge that once spanned the flow, leading to the mouth of the valley.  Scorched, scarred earthworks are all that now remain of a long abandoned fortification.  The great rents in the defenses must have been torn by a devastating force, exposing a massive shard of black rock resting at its heart.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="-363" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="281" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rock shard" destination="283" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go broken bridge" destination="284" />
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  <node id="283" name="Seord Kerwaith, Crystalline Gorge" note="Map123_Himineldar_Shel.xml|Crystalline Gorge|Hibarnhvidar">
    <description>Resting in the shadow of the Himineldar Shel, the dark pass cuts a treacherous path over snowy slopes to the wilderness of Forfedhdar beyond.  With every breath, the freezing mountain air claws at travelers, seeming to steal the warmth from their very lungs.  The walls enclose the valley tower high above, its surface glimmering in the available light.  A gentle rain of snow and ice cascade from the mountain summit high above, dusting the area with a light powdering of pristine snow.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="-363" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rock wall" destination="282" />
  </node>
  <node id="284" name="Cragstone Vale, Broken Bridge">
    <description>The smooth, grey stones of the bridge end abruptly in a blackened chaos of splintered rock.  Luckily, the foundations remain strong enough to support the remaining span of ten paces above the hubbub of rushing water.  The faint scent of sulfur still rises whenever the air stills.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="-383" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go overgrown road" destination="282" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb thick vine" destination="285" />
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  <node id="285" name="Cragstone Vale, Entrance">
    <description>Overgrown and badly in need of repair, the rarely used roadway ends abruptly at a small river.  Massive branches reach across the water, seeking an area free of other trees.  Thick vines hang down from them, as if stretching for the water below.  The end of one hangs close enough to the shore to touch.  Across the river, mikkhalbamar grow tall and tangled, as if fighting each other for space as their branches intertwine.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="-403" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb thick vine" destination="284" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb large branch" destination="287" />
  </node>
  <node id="286" name="Zaldi Taipa, Kurtz's Gems" note="Gems|Kurtz" color="#00FF00">
    <description>Purple-tinted silk has been draped haphazardly over a collection of hide-covered chests, creating a counter area for the gem dealer to work upon.  Heavy clay jars line the tent wall behind the chests in a tidy row, in vivid contrast to the rest of the chadir, which is filled with several unpacked trunks, bags, and rolls of hide.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="637" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tent flap" destination="194" />
  </node>
  <node id="287" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>High up in the canopy, it is hard to tell where a branch from one mikkhalbamar ends and one from another starts.  The neighboring trees grow in and through each other's foliage.  The only thing that helps indicate direction is the river rushing by far below.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="-543" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb large branch" destination="285" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to east on vine" destination="288" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to southeast on vine" destination="289" />
  </node>
  <node id="288" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>The multitude of branches twisting and turning in every direction possible has a dizzying effect on travelers not used to this forest.  To those traversing this route, getting lost is more of a concern than falling.  The only thing that helps indicate direction is the muted sound of the river to the north and northwest.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="-583" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to west on vine" destination="287" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to south on vine" destination="289" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to northeast on vine" destination="293" />
  </node>
  <node id="289" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>Massive branches, wide enough to accommodate two large Gor'Togs walking abreast with room to spare, make traversing the trees easy.  The only thing that helps indicate direction is the sound of the river to the north and northwest.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="-503" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to north on vine" destination="288" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to northwest on vine" destination="287" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to southeast on vine" destination="290" />
  </node>
  <node id="290" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>Broad and sturdy, the branches provide easy access through the trees.  There is little risk of falling and scrapes from the stone-like bark are the lone danger here, at least from the trees.  The only thing that helps indicate direction is the muted sound of the river to the north and northwest.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-423" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to northwest on vine" destination="289" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to northeast on vine" destination="291" />
  </node>
  <node id="291" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>High up in the canopy, it is hard to tell where a branch from one tree ends and one from another starts as the neighboring trees grow in and through each other's foliage.  The only thing that helps indicate direction is the muted sound of the river to the north and northwest.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="-503" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to southwest on vine" destination="290" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to north on vine" destination="292" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to east on vine" destination="294" />
  </node>
  <node id="292" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>Broad and sturdy, the branches provide easy access through the trees.  There is little risk of falling and scrapes from the stone-like bark are the lone danger here, at least from the trees.  The only thing that helps indicate direction is the muted sound of the river to the north and northwest.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="-583" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to south on vine" destination="291" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to northwest on vine" destination="293" />
  </node>
  <node id="293" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>Tangles of branches form a nearly solid platform underfoot.  Little is visible here, save for the tops of the grey-black trees that form this immense forest.  The sound of rushing water drifts over from the north and northwest.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-663" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to southeast on vine" destination="292" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to southwest on vine" destination="288" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb low-hanging branch" destination="307" />
  </node>
  <node id="294" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>The multitude of branches twisting and turning in every direction possible has a dizzying effect on travelers not used to this forest.  To those traversing this route, getting lost is more of a concern than falling.  The only thing that helps indicate direction is the muted sound of the river to the north.  The roar of a waterfall can be heard to the northeast.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="-503" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to west on vine" destination="291" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to south on vine" destination="295" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to east on vine" destination="303" />
  </node>
  <node id="295" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>Massive branches, wide enough to accommodate two large Gor'Togs walking abreast with room to spare, make traversing the trees easy.  The only thing that helps indicate direction is the muted sound of the river to the north.  The roar of a waterfall can be heard to the northeast.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="-483" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to north on vine" destination="294" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to east on vine" destination="296" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb storm-split branch" destination="306" />
  </node>
  <node id="296" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>Broad and sturdy, the branches provide easy access through the trees.  There is little risk of falling and scrapes from the stone-like bark are the lone danger here, at least from the trees.  The only thing that helps indicate direction is the muted sound of the river to the north.  The roar of a waterfall can be heard to the northeast.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="-483" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to west on vine" destination="295" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to east on vine" destination="297" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to northeast on vine" destination="303" />
  </node>
  <node id="297" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>The walls of the ravine can be seen through the foliage, towering grandly above the trees.  Branches intertwine, seeking any available space to grow, making it hard to tell where a branch from one tree ends and another starts.  The roar from the waterfall to the northeast is diminished here.</description>
    <position x="40" y="-483" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to west on vine" destination="296" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to north on vine" destination="298" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to northeast on vine" destination="301" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to south on vine" destination="302" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to northwest on vine" destination="303" />
  </node>
  <node id="298" name="Cragstone Vale, Waterfall">
    <description>The roar of the nearby waterfall nearly drowns out all other sound as it comes crashing down.  Strong currents tug at those foolish enough to enter these waters, threatening to take the unwary with them as they rush back towards the pool and river beyond.  Mist from the cascade gives the feel of perpetual rain as it drenches everything in the area.  Nearby, a rocky shore can barely be seen through the mist.</description>
    <position x="40" y="-523" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to south on vine" destination="300" />
    <arc exit="none" move="go rocky shore" destination="299" />
  </node>
  <node id="299" name="Cragstone Vale, Rocky Shore">
    <description>The roar of the nearby waterfall nearly drowns out all other sound as it comes crashing down.  Mist from the cascade gives the feel of perpetual rain as it drenches everything in the area.  A twisting path leads away from the shore to disappear in the thick growth of trees.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="-383" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go twisting path" destination="274" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go large waterfall" destination="298" />
  </node>
  <node id="300" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>The multitude of branches twisting and turning in every direction possible has a dizzying effect on travelers not used to this forest.  To those traversing this route, getting lost is more of a concern than falling.  A large, turbulent pool caused by the nearby waterfall lies far below.  The constant mist makes the branches slippery and treacherous to navigate.</description>
    <position x="60" y="-523" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to north on vine" destination="298" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to south on vine" destination="300" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go mist-dampened branch" destination="305" />
  </node>
  <node id="301" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>Massive branches, wide enough to accommodate two large Gor'Togs walking abreast with room to spare, make traversing the trees easy.  The only thing that helps indicate direction is the roar of a waterfall that can be heard to the northeast.</description>
    <position x="60" y="-503" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to southwest on vine" destination="297" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to north on vine" destination="300" />
  </node>
  <node id="302" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>High up in the branches, it is hard to tell where a branch from one tree ends and one from another starts as the neighboring trees wind in and through each other's foliage.  To the east and south, the sides of the ravine rise up above the treetops.  Many of the branches climb toward the mountainside only to turn away, seeking another route to grow.</description>
    <position x="40" y="-463" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to north on vine" destination="297" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to northeast on vine" hidden="True" destination="291" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to south on vine" hidden="True" destination="301" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to northwest on vine" hidden="True" destination="289" />
  </node>
  <node id="303" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>Massive branches, wide enough to accommodate two large Gor'Togs walking abreast with room to spare, make traversing the trees easy.  The only thing that helps indicate direction is the roar of a waterfall that can be heard to the northeast.</description>
    <position x="20" y="-503" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to southwest on vine" destination="296" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to southeast on vine" destination="297" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to west on vine" destination="294" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to north on vine" destination="304" />
  </node>
  <node id="304" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>Broad and sturdy, the branches provide easy access through the trees.  There is little risk of falling and scrapes from the stone-like bark are the lone danger here, at least from the trees.  The only thing that helps indicate direction is the roar of a waterfall that can be heard to the northeast.  Mist from the nearby waterfall makes the branches slippery and treacherous to navigate.</description>
    <position x="20" y="-523" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to south on vine" destination="303" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to southwest on vine" destination="304" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to northeast on vine" destination="305" />
  </node>
  <node id="305" name="Cragstone Vale, Mikkhalbamar Canopy">
    <description>High up in the branches, it is hard to tell where a branch from one tree ends and one from another starts as the neighboring trees grow in and through each other's foliage.  A large, turbulent pool caused by the nearby waterfall lies far below.  The constant mist makes the branches slippery and treacherous to navigate.</description>
    <position x="40" y="-543" z="0" />
    <arc exit="none" move="rt swing to southwest on vine" destination="304" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go mist-dampened branch" destination="300" />
  </node>
  <node id="306" name="Cragstone Vale, Deadfall">
    <description>In years past, two mikkhalbamar trees fell, their branches enmeshed as if grabbing onto each other in an attempt to remain upright, creating this sheltered locale.  A sense of safety fills the area, as the larger and less nimble beasts of the woods are unable to penetrate the tangled deadfall.  Though not completely weatherproof, the still-living branches do give some protection from the sometimes violent storms that pass through the ravine.  A storm-split branch provides access to the trees above.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="-463" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb storm-split branch" destination="295" />
  </node>
  <node id="307" name="Cragstone Vale, Bramble Snarl">
    <description>Mikkhalbamar tower majestically overhead, the lowest branches twice the height of a Gor'Tog from the ground.  The only exception is one very low hanging branch.  A thick growth of thorny brush not only blocks the view, but also makes navigation nearly impossible.  Some torn cloth flutters from a nearby bush.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-583" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" hidden="True" destination="307" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" hidden="True" destination="307" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" hidden="True" destination="307" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="312" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="308" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="313" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" hidden="True" destination="307" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" hidden="True" destination="307" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb low-hanging branch" destination="293" />
  </node>
  <node id="308" name="Cragstone Vale, Bramble Snarl">
    <description>Mikkhalbamar trees tower majestically overhead, the lowest branches twice the height of a Gor'Tog from the ground.  A thick growth of thorny brush not only blocks the view, but also makes navigation nearly impossible.  Bodies, in various states of decay, have been impaled on some of the thorns, whether in punishment or some macabre ritual, it is impossible to tell.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-543" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="307" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="312" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="310" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="315" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="309" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="314" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="311" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="313" />
  </node>
  <node id="309" name="Cragstone Vale, Bramble Snarl">
    <description>Mikkhalbamar trees tower majestically overhead, the lowest branches twice the height of a Gor'Tog from the ground.  A thick growth of thorny brush not only blocks the view, but also makes navigation nearly impossible.  Bodies, in various states of decay, have been impaled on some of the thorns, whether in punishment or some macabre ritual, it is impossible to tell.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-503" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="308" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="315" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" hidden="True" destination="309" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" hidden="True" destination="309" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" hidden="True" destination="309" />
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  <node id="311" name="Cragstone Vale, Bramble Snarl">
    <description>Mikkhalbamar trees tower majestically overhead, the lowest branches twice the height of a Gor'Tog from the ground.  A thick growth of thorny brush not only blocks the view, but also makes navigation nearly impossible.  Bodies, in various states of decay, have been impaled on some of the thorns, whether in punishment or some macabre ritual, it is impossible to tell.</description>
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  <node id="312" name="Cragstone Vale, Bramble Snarl">
    <description>Mikkhalbamar trees tower majestically overhead, the lowest branches twice the height of a Gor'Tog from the ground.  A thick growth of thorny brush not only blocks the view, but also makes navigation nearly impossible.  Bodies, in various states of decay, have been impaled on some of the thorns, whether in punishment or some macabre ritual, it is impossible to tell.</description>
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  <node id="313" name="Cragstone Vale, Bramble Snarl">
    <description>Mikkhalbamar trees tower majestically overhead, the lowest branches twice the height of a Gor'Tog from the ground.  A thick growth of thorny brush not only blocks the view, but also makes navigation nearly impossible.  Bodies, in various states of decay, have been impaled on some of the thorns, whether in punishment or some macabre ritual, it is impossible to tell.</description>
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  <node id="314" name="Cragstone Vale, Bramble Snarl">
    <description>Mikkhalbamar trees tower majestically overhead, the lowest branches twice the height of a Gor'Tog from the ground.  A thick growth of thorny brush not only blocks the view, but also makes navigation nearly impossible.  Bodies, in various states of decay, have been impaled on some of the thorns, whether in punishment or some macabre ritual, it is impossible to tell.</description>
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="309" />
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  <node id="315" name="Cragstone Vale, Bramble Snarl">
    <description>Mikkhalbamar trees tower majestically overhead, the lowest branches twice the height of a Gor'Tog from the ground.  A thick growth of thorny brush not only blocks the view, but also makes navigation nearly impossible.  Bodies, in various states of decay, have been impaled on some of the thorns, whether in punishment or some macabre ritual, it is impossible to tell.</description>
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  <node id="316" name="Raven's Point, Gear Gate" note="Map123_Himineldar_Shel.xml|Gear Gate">
    <description>The massive gear gate is a flurry of constant motion as war-worn generals dressed in bulky suits of ornamental armor bark orders at the legions of soldiers, prepared to defend the outpost at a moment's notice.  Countless Forfedhdarian archers stationed on the towers keep a careful watch on the southern pass.  A squat stone building with a sturdy door covered in pelts rests amidst the ramshackle hovels, its double-wide red brick chimney spouting a curling pillar of inky black smoke.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go sturdy door" destination="316" />
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  <node id="317" name="The Black Spire, Chamber of Blood">
    <description>Blazing torches punctuate the exterior wall of the chamber, lighting the rows of brightly burnished weapons and polished armor that rest in simple racks against the remaining three walls.  Ranks of stout shields hang from hooks beneath the torch sconces.  Ripples of dry heat emanate from the smoldering coals within a great iron brazier cast in the shape of a roaring dragon's maw.</description>
    <position x="120" y="-343" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go iron-bound doors" destination="332" />
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  <node id="318" name="The Black Spire, Chamber of Blood">
    <description>Sibilating torches spread an eerie glow across the soot-stained, stone walls of this long practice room.  Murals, depicting an army of zealots descending upon a band of Ru'atin Peri'el, stretch opposite an expansive tapestry depicting Dzree.  The dark stains that speckle the stone floor offer testament to the zealots' use of live steel for their practice sessions.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go crimson curtain" destination="321" />
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  <node id="319" name="The Black Spire, Chamber of Blood">
    <description>The dark masonry of the exterior wall abruptly gives way to the jagged, living rock into which the fortress has been built.  Training mannequins, rendered in various shapes and sizes, populate this room.  Between the scarred figures, sets of painted, concentric circles on the floor guide novice zealots while practicing their footwork and forms.  Upon the walls, dozens of parchment drawings illustrate the precise technique of different combat maneuvers.</description>
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  <node id="320" name="The Black Spire, Chamber of Blood">
    <description>Scattered, sputtering oil lamps cast barely enough light to navigate the space.  Rows of raised, masonry sandpits stretch the length of the room.  Those nearest the cliff face are small and lined with white sand suited to young, supple scales.  As the sandpits graduate to an adult size, they are lined with a mixture of coarse sand and crushed rock designed to harden their occupants, body and soul.</description>
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  <node id="321" name="The Black Spire, Shrine of the Fang" note="Shrine of the Fang">
    <description>The center of the chamber is dominated by a wickedly curved dragon fang carved from a single piece of deadly sharp obsidian.  Standing over a pace tall, the fang erupts from the floor within a circle of flickering, scarlet candles.  The accumulated wax surrounding the cuspidate stone creates the illusion of living flesh.</description>
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  <node id="322" name="The Black Spire, Entry Hall">
    <description>Lit by lamps in stands placed in the corners, this somewhat square room is lined with trophies of past conquest.  Suits of Dwarven mail and old-styled armor from the other races have been set on stands.  Weapons and banners captured from various houses and cultures adorn the walls.  A large, serrated sword hangs over an arch of black obsidian.  A raised portcullis leads to the gatehouse.</description>
    <position x="80" y="-303" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go portcullis" destination="331" />
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  <node id="323" name="The Black Spire, The Halls of Insanity">
    <description>Half of the room has been caged off, restricting access.  Within the iron cage, several iron-banded barrels line one of the stone walls.  Half of the containers are filled with dragon-pommeled shh'oi'latas, while the other is half filled with bulging, leather belt pouches.  Steel hooks are attached to the ceiling, each holding a single piece of scale armor embellished with the image of a sleeping black dragon.  The only items not under lock are dozens of obsidian amulets that line one of the walls.</description>
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  <node id="324" name="The Halls Of Insanity, Scale Shrine">
    <description>This circular grey stone chamber is lit by several torches that glow brightly within their niches.  Rising from the center of the room is an obsidian altar painstakingly carved to resemble a deep black dragon scale.  Small lines of blood, both fresh and dry, run down the slab in various areas.</description>
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  <node id="325" name="The Black Spire, The Halls of Insanity">
    <description>The mingling odors of smoke and dried blood immediately assault the nose.  The poorly lit room is punctuated with dozens of small drab stone desks.  Each desk is surrounded on three sides by thick, granite slabs.  Most of the desks have large, misshapen patterns of dried blood that mingle with a black, powdery substance.</description>
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  <node id="326" name="The Black Spire, The Halls of Insanity">
    <description>Thin wisps of smoke rise from several braziers, giving the room a musty odor.  Thick wooden stilts support a mikkhalbamar loft, dividing the room into two separate levels.  A deep layer of sand covers both floors which the juggernauts use as sandpits.  Painted throughout the room are images of Peri'el lulling the World Dragon in an endless slumber, the last thing the juggernauts see when they sleep at night and their first sight upon waking.</description>
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  <node id="327" name="The Black Spire, The Halls of Insanity">
    <description>The smell of death and blood permeates the air.  The remains of two Dwarves lie against the back wall, one still in the chains holding him into a standing position.  Fresh blood is splattered against the back wall, and the other three have their share of older, dried stains.  Deep gashes have been cut into the stone walls giving testament to the strength of both the juggernauts and the shh'oiatas they wield.  Painted on the ceiling is a massive black dragon.</description>
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  <node id="328" name="The Halls Of Insanity, Scale Shrine">
    <description>Several torches that glow brightly within their niches light this circular grey stone chamber.  Rising from the center of the room is a huge slab of obsidian, painstakingly carved to resemble a deep-black scale.  Small lines of blood, both fresh and dry, run down the slab in various areas.</description>
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  <node id="329" name="The Halls Of Insanity, Armory">
    <description>Half of the room has been caged off, restricting access.  Within the iron cage, several iron-banded barrels line one of the stone walls.  Half of the containers are filled with dragon-pommeled shh'oiatas, while the other is half filled with bulging, leather belt pouches.  Steel hooks are attached to the ceiling, each holding a single piece of scale armor embellished with the image of a sleeping black dragon.  The only items not under lock are dozens of obsidian amulets, which line one of the walls.</description>
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  <node id="330" name="The Black Spire, Guard Room">
    <description>A single table surrounded with chairs dominates this utilitarian room.  Near the passage to the gatehouse sits a battered chest full of arrows and a dented rack holding pole arms and swords.  In one corner, a heavy ladder leads up through a hole in the ceiling.</description>
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  <node id="331" name="The Black Spire, Gatehouse">
    <description>Unadorned except for two large torches in plain iron holders, the gatehouse is empty and clear of debris.  Many years of tramping boots have worn a smooth path across the flat stones of the floor.  Thick, iron-banded gates, made of dense mikkhalbamar, provide an exit to the valley.  A stout crossbeam sits nearby, ready to secure them against invasion.  Two openings and a raised portcullis lead further into the fortress.</description>
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  <node id="332" name="The Black Spire, Guard Room">
    <description>A single table surrounded with chairs dominates this utilitarian room.  Near the passage to the gatehouse sits a battered chest full of arrows and a dented rack holding pole arms and swords.  In one corner, a heavy ladder leads up through a hole in the ceiling.</description>
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  <node id="333" name="The Black Spire, Great Hall">
    <description>Dark and cavernous, the hall is clearly intended to accommodate all the residents of the fortress.  The floor is covered with a mosaic of multicolored tiles depicting the World Dragon menacing the orb of Elanthia.  Several benches sit to one side beside a raised platform.  Behind it, a large mural fills the entire wall and S'Kra Mur clan banners hang from the ceiling.</description>
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  <node id="334" name="The Black Spire, Mess Hall">
    <description>Orderly rows of tables and chairs fill this room.  On one wall, near the exit to the Great Hall, a list of daily duties and patrol routes has been posted.  A lectern stands in a corner next to a mounted slate board, which has been wiped clean.</description>
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  <node id="335" name="The Black Spire, Storeroom">
    <description>More a natural cavern than a constructed room, the storeroom contains rows of shelves holding grains and dried vegetables.  Barrels of ale and wine and crates filled with dried meats are stacked next to a large stone cistern.  The sound of slowly flowing water fills the room.</description>
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  <node id="336" name="The Black Spire, Kitchen">
    <description>A large hearth has been carved into the rock of the cliff face creating a deep, wide cooking space.  Hanging from a thick, iron lug pole, a large pot contains a bubbling, noxious concoction.  Centered in the room, a large table is heaped with vegetables and meats in various states of freshness.  Pots and pans sit in stacks underneath.</description>
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  <node id="337" name="The Black Spire, Upstairs Hall">
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  <node id="338" name="The Black Spire, Corridor">
    <description>Dimly lit by a lone torch, the corridor looks like something out of a Gnomish nightmare.  Rocky protuberances shaped like teeth line the sides of the floor and ceiling.  All surfaces are painted to enhance the illusion of being inside a dragon's maw.</description>
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  <node id="339" name="The Black Spire, Stairwell">
    <description>The air, thick with smoke from dim oil lamps, is filled with the acrid odor of incense.  Stone steps rise into the gloom and descend to an oak door.  A dark shaft stretches upwards into shadow at the center of the tower.</description>
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  <node id="340" name="The Black Spire, Stairwell">
    <description>The landing gives a good view of the stone steps that continue to wind up and down around the tower's central core.  Iron manacles attached to pins in the stone walls hang unused in the still air.</description>
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  <node id="341" name="The Black Spire, Stairwell">
    <description>The central core of the tower descends with a stone stair spiraling down its length.  A very steep stairway cuts directly across the precipitous drop to an opening in the lower floor's ceiling.  The risers show the marks and scratches of something being dragged up and down.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go ebony door" destination="438" />
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  <node id="342" name="The Black Spire, Temple of the World Dragon">
    <description>The smell of incense is intense and choking in this circular chamber at the top of the tower.  Numerous black candles cast a flickering light over a large block of black stone.  The image of the World Dragon, meticulously carved in granite, supports the altar in its giant maw.  Plain, wooden kneelers have been placed in front of a large tapestry that covers the opposite wall.</description>
    <position x="280" y="-123" z="0" />
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  <node id="343" name="The Black Spire, Chamber of Death">
    <description>Oddly shaped to fit along the curved tower walls, chairs surround a modest table in the center of the room.  Pitted and marked by the points of countless knives, it is bare except for an elegantly detailed deobar box.  Near the table, an open chest contains short swords, serrated daggers, sharp pointed knives and bucklers of varying styles.</description>
    <position x="220" y="-103" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="344" />
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  <node id="344" name="The Black Spire, Chamber of Death">
    <description>Two desks covered with parchments sit against the outer, curved wall of the room.  Ragged carpets soften the hard stone of the floor.  In the corner, a modified distillation apparatus, the glass blown in the shape of a coiled dragon, sits on top of a small, unlit stove.</description>
    <position x="240" y="-83" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="343" />
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  <node id="345" name="The Black Spire, Chamber of Death">
    <description>The dormitory consists of triple rows of three-high bunk beds placed to take advantage of all available floor space.  Each bunk is filled with coarse black sand.  An iron stove keeps the room at a high temperature.</description>
    <position x="260" y="-103" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="344" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb iron ladder" destination="449" />
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  <node id="346" name="The Black Spire, Chamber of Pain">
    <description>Plain racks line the thick, stone walls each filled with various types of swords and shields, some of which appear unused.  Bottles of various innocuous-smelling potions with no labels fill the stone shelves that seem to emerge from the wall.  A small, scorched framed window looks out on the forest below.</description>
    <position x="220" y="-283" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="347" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="337" />
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  <node id="347" name="The Black Spire, Chamber of Pain">
    <description>Along one wall are rows upon rows of bookcases that are filled with manuscripts on the history of the Dragon Priests and magic.  Nearby is a large desk filled with various ingredients and alchemy tools, above this are shelves filled with books on making potions.  Sketches adorn the wall and depict the various manipulations of nature that dwell in the forest below and serve the priests.</description>
    <position x="240" y="-283" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="348" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="346" />
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  <node id="348" name="The Black Spire, Chamber of Pain">
    <description>Rows of sandpits and woven mats hug the dark stone walls of the dimly lit room.  A small window near the door is the only light source, save for a crooked torch mounted nearby.  Sparsely decorated, there are only a few chests here for the storage of clothing.</description>
    <position x="240" y="-263" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="347" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="349" />
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  <node id="349" name="The Black Spire, Shrine of the Flame" note="Shrine of the Flame">
    <description>The area is dominated by a large eye-shaped skylight that seems to be mounted atop a pillar of pure fire that fills the room with an intense heat.  A large metal shutter opens and closes with the billows of smoke, making the skylight seem as though it is alive and blinking while watching the occupants in the room below.  Words are carved into the walls around the room.</description>
    <position x="260" y="-263" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="350" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="348" />
  </node>
  <node id="350" name="The Black Spire, Chamber of Pain">
    <description>The far wall is dominated by a bookcase of tomes written by the Crones to detail the history of this sect of the Dragon Priests.  In the center of the room is a distorted mikkhalbamar desk with sheets of strange skin-like parchment and writing implements, whilst the focal point of the desk is a large book.  The floor is carved with images of the World Dragon.  A mouth-shaped window looks out on the forest.</description>
    <position x="260" y="-283" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="347" />
  </node>
  <node id="351" name="The Black Spire, Halls of Suffering">
    <description>Restless flames from several torches illuminate the walls and send fitful shadows across the room.  Two walls are lined with tall racks that accommodate a large assortment of well-kept bows.  A third wall is studded with small wooden pegs from which hang dozens of quivers full of arrows.</description>
    <position x="60" y="-123" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="337" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="352" />
  </node>
  <node id="352" name="The Black Spire, Halls of Suffering">
    <description>Benches and tables are scattered throughout the area, and the floor is littered with wood shavings and bits of feathers.  Jars of oils and polish are strewn across the tables.  Reed baskets filled with assorted flights and bowstrings sit on shelves that line one of the walls.  On another, quivers, stocked with sticks of various types of woods hang on pegs.</description>
    <position x="60" y="-103" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="351" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="353" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="355" />
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  <node id="353" name="The Black Spire, Halls of Suffering">
    <description>At first glance, the room seems to be full of oddly shaped mounds, but the sparse torchlight reveals them to be raised sandpits.  Surrounding a dimly lit brazier in the center of the room, smaller sandpits for the young are kept closest to the warmth.  Larger ones are scattered in a protective circle around them.</description>
    <position x="80" y="-103" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="354" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="352" />
  </node>
  <node id="354" name="The Black Spire, Shrine of the Talon" note="Shrine of the Talon">
    <description>A large, cast iron brazier lights the center of the large chamber.  The sanguine glow of the flames caresses a brutally sharp, black-lacquered talon of mikkhalbamar that rises about Dwarf height from a sunken pedestal in the center of an external wall.  A shallow trench in the stone floor surrounds the base and terminates in the wall to either side of the sculpture.  A large, eye-shaped skylight peers up toward the World Dragon Temple high above.</description>
    <position x="80" y="-83" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="353" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="355" />
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  <node id="355" name="The Black Spire, Halls of Suffering">
    <description>Arrow slits and torches on an external wall supply light for this training room.  Woven reed wrestling mats cover the stone floor.  Against one of the walls are mounted wooden boards marked with what appears to be the outlines of Dwarves.  The figures are heavily scarred in the vital areas.</description>
    <position x="60" y="-83" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="352" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="354" />
  </node>
  <node id="356" name="The Black Spire, Parapet">
    <description>The northern end of the parapet juts out toward the nearby forest, which has been clear cut some distance from the fortress' foundations.  The thick canopy of green leaves sways with the air currents flowing from the crashing waterfall not far away.</description>
    <position x="60" y="-363" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="358" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ladder" destination="332" />
  </node>
  <node id="357" name="The Black Spire, Parapet">
    <description>The parapet ends close to the steep ravine wall, heightening the defenses of the fortress.  Jagged rock protects the southern flank of the stronghold and the crenellations afford an unobstructed view to the massive corral in the distance.</description>
    <position x="20" y="-323" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="358" />
  </node>
  <node id="358" name="The Black Spire, Parapet">
    <description>The balcony stretches the entire front length of the fortress.  Wide crenellations give excellent vantage points to all approaches.  Several large pots, containing viscous oil and tar, sit nearby and are ready to be dropped on would-be invaders threatening the front gates.</description>
    <position x="40" y="-343" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="356" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="357" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go doors" destination="337" />
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  <node id="359" name="Hrendh Skogar">
    <description>This twisting path has been created over the years by the migration of animals.  Foliage deep green in coloration outlines the rough roadway, dwarfed by the massive trees that tower high above.  The faint smell of lilac and pine drifts causally though the air, filling the wood with the gentle aroma.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="-63" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="396" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go animal trail" destination="249" />
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  <node id="360" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Prairie Grove" note="Shrine3-5|Kuniyo|Prairie Grove" color="#A6A3D9">
    <description>A gentle breeze whispers through this small space, lightly ruffling the tendrils of the thick emerald green moss that covers the ground like a rich velvet cloak.  The canopy of leaves close in protectively above, allowing only a small patch of night sky to be visible.  Emerging from the shadows, a masterfully carved totem in the image of an antelope guards a fine-grained ash altar from any peril the darkness may bring.</description>
    <description>A gentle breeze whispers through this small space, lightly ruffling the tendrils of the thick emerald green moss that covers the ground like a rich velvet cloak.  The canopy of leaves close in protectively above, allowing only a single shaft of light to filter through onto a tall totem, masterfully carved in the image of an antelope.  Reflected light from the lifelike creature is focused upon a fine-grained ash altar, settled in the bed of moss directly in front of the figure.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="297" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="361" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="102" />
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  <node id="361" name="Gilen Otso Steppes, Oasis" note="Oasis|Depart" color="#800080">
    <description>Crystal clear water trickles down a shallow trench in a rock like a miniature fountain, shaped over many long years of erosion.  No pool forms however -- the emerald green moss greedily soaks up every drop like a sponge, causing it to grow more densely at the end of the stream.  A detailed totem carved in the image of an antelope bows toward the thick moss, as if daintily nibbling the velvety plant.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="280" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go brushwood trail" destination="431" />
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  <node id="362" name="Wyvern Trail, Narrow Path">
    <description>To the east, sunlight glints off the surface of the lake which surrounds the city of Shard.  This near the shore, the narrow footpath is muddy, clinging tenaciously to the boots of those who travel it.  A squishing sound fills the air with each footstep along the path.  The path stretches out to the west, away from the main road leading to Shard.</description>
    <description>Moonlight reflects off the five towers which dominate the city of Shard, providing a beacon for travelers in the night.  The rhythmic lapping of waves against the lake shore mixes with the squelching sound of boots struggling to free themselves from the mud of the trail with each footstep.  The trail stretches onward to the west, away from the main road which leads toward Shard.</description>
    <position x="600" y="617" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="363" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go west road" destination="6" />
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  <node id="363" name="Wyvern Trail, Narrow Path">
    <description>The trail is firm beneath the feet of the traveler as it winds its way through the farmlands which support the city of Shard.  The rich brown soil is perfect for growing grains and fruit, as well as other delicacies to tempt the jaded palate of the city dwellers.</description>
    <position x="580" y="617" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="362" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="364" />
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  <node id="364" name="Wyvern Trail, Narrow Path" note="RTI12|RT-S-AGF" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Fields lie fallow and overgrown by weeds, the farms abandoned to time and the wind.  With each step, a small cloud of dust rises into the air to hang there for a moment before dispersing.</description>
    <position x="560" y="617" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="363" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="365" />
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  <node id="365" name="Wyvern Trail, Narrow Path">
    <description>Tangled scrub brush gives way to taller trees as the trail continues through a forest.  Gnarled branches clutch at the clothing of those who journey, traveling ever onward toward their final destination.</description>
    <position x="540" y="617" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="366" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb path" destination="592" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go twisting passage" destination="616" />
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  <node id="366" name="Wyvern Trail, Narrow Path">
    <description>The trail is rugged here as it climbs over the rocky terrain near Wyvern Mountain.  Dense brush surrounds the trail on all sides as travelers walk warily, lest a wrenched ankle turn the long journey into an agonizing one.</description>
    <position x="520" y="617" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="367" />
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  <node id="367" name="Wyvern Trail, Clearing">
    <description>Tangled brush surrounds a small clearing on all sides, save for a narrow trail which leads east.  Next to the trail lies the twisted remains of a once mighty oak tree, its limbs shattered, its trunk blackened by fire.  A faint smell of charred woodsmoke hangs on the still air to tickle the senses.  Footprints criss-cross the clearing between the trail and a particularly rough patch of brush.</description>
    <description>Tangled brush surrounds this small clearing on all sides, save for a narrow trail which leads east.  Next to the trail lie the twisted remains of a once mighty oak tree, phosphorescent lichen glowing faintly from its blackened trunk.  A faint smell of charred woodsmoke hangs on the still air to tickle the senses.  Footprints criss-cross the clearing between the trail and a particularly rough patch of brush.</description>
    <position x="500" y="617" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow trail" destination="366" />
    <arc exit="go" move="lie;go opening" destination="368" />
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  <node id="368" name="Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>Light passes through cracks in the roof of the cavern to reflect silently off the piles of gems and jewelry which lie heaped before a finely-crafted statue of a Dwarven man.  Golden leprechauns scamper over the piles of treasure, the natural guardians of such a booty.  An onyx raven seems to watch the leprechaun's antics with an expression of detached amusement.</description>
    <position x="500" y="637" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go white arch" destination="369" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go black arch" destination="380" />
    <arc exit="go" move="lie;go low opening" destination="367" />
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  <node id="369" name="Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>Light shines throughout the cavern from a crack in the ceiling.  It falls upon a tapestry of a young maiden walking next to a pure white unicorn, which hangs against the rocky walls.  Heaped high before the tapestry are sheaves of wheat and ripe fruit, while healing herbs fill wicker baskets on the floor.</description>
    <position x="480" y="637" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go black arch" destination="368" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go white arch" destination="370" />
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  <node id="370" name="Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>Wooden shelves, cracking in the dampness from the cave, line the walls of the room.  Books have been piled on every available surface, from grimoires filled with cryptic spells, to a rather sappy epic penned by a young bard.  In the center of the room stands a statue of an aloof Elothean male, a black ironwood wolf at his side.</description>
    <position x="460" y="637" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go white arch" destination="371" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go black arch" destination="369" />
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  <node id="371" name="Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>Knives and daggers are mounted on the walls of this cavern, surrounding a mural of an Elven man with ebon skin and long black hair flecked with strands of silver.  A night-black panther stalks by his side.  Beneath the mural is a small statue of a sleeping child, a peaceful smile on his marble lips.</description>
    <position x="440" y="637" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go white arch" destination="372" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go black arch" destination="370" />
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  <node id="372" name="Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>Swords and armor lie piled haphazardly on racks in this room, surrounding a statue of a wild-haired warrior attended by several youths and maidens.  A feral smile lights the statue's face as it seems to gaze at those who pass through the cavern.  A stone boar snuffles at the feet of the warrior, the carved bristles and fangs sharply detailed.</description>
    <position x="440" y="657" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go white arch" destination="373" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go black arch" destination="371" />
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  <node id="373" name="Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>A mural on the wall is bordered by statues of a human and Halfling child.  The mural depicts a human man in the prime of life, full of health and vigor, watching over a green field in which children play.  Though an indulgent amusement lights his eyes, something about the set of his jaw indicates that his indulgence is tempered with steel.  An ox stands by his side, calmly chewing the grass of the field.</description>
    <position x="460" y="657" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go white arch" destination="374" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go black arch" destination="372" />
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  <node id="374" name="Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>Veins of gold and precious gems glitter from the walls of the cave, reflecting what little light exists here.  In the center of the cave, a statue of a S'kra Mur male has been sculpted from the stalagmites which litter the floor of the cavern, scorning any foreign marble or granite.  A stone cobra rears up before him, hood spread wide and fangs bared in a sibilant hiss of wind.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go white arch" destination="376" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go black arch" destination="373" />
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  <node id="375" name="Wyvern Mountain, Dragon Shrine">
    <description>Six carved columns of pale marble support an enormous vaulted ceiling.  Silvery sand covers the floor, while an enormous dragon, carved of smoky black quartz, lies in the center of the room.  The unknown artist who carved the creature depicted it asleep, curled about a jasper globe.  Next to it sits a white marble statue of a S'kra Mur woman of twisted body yet serene expression.  An open flame burns on an altar on a raised dais near the globe.</description>
    <position x="480" y="677" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go raised dais" destination="381" />
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  <node id="376" name="Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>Water splashes in an underground pool, reflecting dancing rays of light off the cavern's walls and ceilings.  Some acoustical trick makes the splashing of water sound like a chittering sea mammal, lending realism to an exquisitely carved grey marble dolphin which swims beside the statue of an Elothean maiden within the clear water of the pool.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go black arch" destination="374" />
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  <node id="377" name="Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>A tubby little man perches atop a worn wooden table in a fresco on the wall of the cave, a mug of ale in hand.  His eyes are filled with merriment as he surveys a band of dancing Halflings frolicking about the room, while older Halflings play on various instruments.  A ram reaches out from behind a keg to snarfle a tart from the piles of pastries, sandwiches and ale heaped high upon the table.</description>
    <position x="520" y="657" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go black arch" destination="376" />
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  <node id="378" name="Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>A tabby cat lies purring before an open hearth in a charming painting of a young housewife resting in a rocker.  A half-finished tapestry of consummate craftsmanship is shown threaded on an upright loom beside her, while a spinning wheel, churn and various other domestic implements are neatly stored in her tiny cottage.  In the cavern, wooden tables are piled high with homely gifts of ale and butter, bolts of cloth and spools of thread, humble offerings to a gentle goddess.</description>
    <position x="540" y="657" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go black arch" destination="377" />
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  <node id="379" name="Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>Embroidered silk panels flutter from the ceiling with every passing breeze, each depicting a slender green-eyed Elven woman with glowing brown hair.  One shows her dancing, another depicts her playing a harp, while still another shows her apparently talking to a wren perched upon her outstretched finger.  Mischievous sprites and other creatures of Faerie flutter about her, faint images in the panels' backgrounds.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go black arch" destination="378" />
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  <node id="380" name="Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>A painted triptych hangs on the wall of the cavern.  The center panel depicts a golden-haired man wielding a gleaming greatsword, his only shield, an olive laurel.  Fine linen covers his eyes, yet lack of sight seems no impediment as he battles his unseen foe.  On his right is a painting of a group of kings, judges and wise men, while on his left hand, a tawny lion seems ready to step out of the panel and shake his shaggy mane.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go black arch" destination="379" />
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  <node id="381" name="Wyvern Mountain, Raised Dais" note="Favor" color="#800080">
    <description>The view atop the raised dais is impressive, gazing into the dragon's yawning maw.  The artist faceted each individual dragon scale on the smokey black quartz beast, causing them to glitter as they reflect the light.  Flames flicker above a white marble altar, though neither wick nor candle may be seen.  The overall impression is one of awe, and perhaps... fear.</description>
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  <node id="382" name="Foot of Wyvern Mountain, Faint Trail">
    <description>A small stream from the north crisscrosses a faint trail that leads towards the base of Wyvern Mountain.  Partially overgrown with bushes and littered with pinecones from the surrounding trees, the winding path is barely discernible, as if utilized by only the smallest of animals.  The stream continues its meandering as it trickles down a rockslide to the road below.</description>
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  <node id="383" name="Foot of Wyvern Mountain, Clearing">
    <description>Nestled at the base of the mountain rests a small pool, steam languidly rising from its murky depths.  Tiny clumps of wild flowers and fragrant herbs circle the rim, mingling with the warm moisture and enriching the air with their scent.  Twining upwards along the mountain wall are dense clumps of prickly bushes and thick-stemmed vines.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go opening" destination="385" />
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  <node id="384" name="Foot of Wyvern Mountain, Hot Springs" note="Hot Spring" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Tiny ripples lap gently against surrounding stone as the slightest movement causes small wavering swells in the hot springs.  The steamy water is very warm, soothing battle-weary bones and everyday aches and pains.  This euphoria, coupled with the heady aroma from the surrounding foliage, makes weary trespassers hesitant to leave.</description>
    <position x="540" y="377" z="0" />
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  <node id="385" name="Foot of Wyvern Mountain, Cavern">
    <description>It's pitch dark and you can't see a thing!</description>
    <description>A hissing wind blows through the small opening into the cave, echoing eerily throughout the fairly large cavern.  A crude brazier sits in the corner, a collection of pine limbs stacked neatly beside it.  Along one wall, an assortment of odd-shaped boulders piled upon each other like a crude ladder lead up to a thick ledge jutting from the sleek cavern wall.</description>
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  <node id="386" name="Foot of Wyvern Mountain, Thick Ledge" note="Kerenhappuch|shrine" color="#A6A3D9">
    <description>The large boulders from below give way to small stones and rocks scattered haphazardly onto a thick ledge that opens into a hollowed-out area.  Large enough for even the tallest Gor'Tog to stand upright, it appears the deep scratches and jagged gouges in the surrounding walls were hewn by mortal hand.  A flickering wall torch casts a feeble light over a pine altar sitting flush against the back wall.</description>
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  <node id="387" name="Dragon's Spine, Twisting Trail">
    <description>A narrow route makes its way up a sharp slope through the dark forest, and sounds of nocturnal animals occasionally break the silence.  Flat areas scattered along the path offer a brief respite from the climb, from which patches of Wyvern Road can be glimpsed below.</description>
    <description>A narrow route makes its way up a sharp slope through the forest, daylight managing to escape through the trees at broken intervals.  Flat areas scattered along the path offer a brief respite from the climb, from which patches of Wyvern Road can be glimpsed below.</description>
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  <node id="388" name="Crystal Forest, Frozen Glade" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The lush greenery of lower thickets abruptly gives way to a pale petrified wood as the path winds along the mountain.  Snow hangs over the trees throughout the year at this altitude, glistening in the daylight.  Sounds of running water can be heard from a stream at the opposite end of the glade, pouring down from further up the mountain.</description>
    <description>The lush greenery of lower thickets abruptly gives way to a pale petrified wood as the path winds along the mountain.  Sounds of hunting owls echo through the night air, occasionally accompanied by brief squeals as they find their marks.  A running stream can be heard at the opposite end of the glade as the water travels downward from further up the mountain.</description>
    <position x="440" y="257" z="0" />
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  <node id="389" name="Crystal Forest, Frozen Glade" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Black leaves crunch underfoot, breaking the palpable silence with their icy condensation.  The trickling sound of water alludes to the snow melting all around the underbrush.  Shielded by thick pines, the homes stretch further into the forest, gaining some extra security from the darkness.</description>
    <description>Mottled leaves crunch underfoot, not because they are dry and dead, but rather as a result of the intense accumulation of icy condensation.  Rivulets of melting snow burrow through the underbrush to compound the damp, slippery surface.  Shielded by thick pines, the homes stretch further into the forest.</description>
    <position x="450" y="246" z="0" />
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  <node id="390" name="Crystal Forest, Frozen Glade" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Downy snow weighs down the pine boughs along the borders of the meadow, gradually slipping cold, wet surprises onto the flora and fauna below.  On several nearby tree trunks, deep gouges are evident, perhaps the work of an adventurous mountain cat shredding the bark as he climbs.  Though no visible paw prints mark the forest floor, curious rumbles in the distance keep the natural inhabitants awake and alert.</description>
    <description>Heavy snow weighs down the pine boughs along the borders of the meadow, and dull plops from fallen clumps disrupt the night atmosphere.  Nocturnal birds flit through the trees, ignoring the chilly winds to seek comfort and companionship among the branches.  Trunks as thick as boulders promise an imposing defense for their loyal inhabitants.</description>
    <position x="428" y="246" z="0" />
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  <node id="391" name="Crystal Forest, Gishen Clemois" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A small pond sits in the middle of this extensive clearing, a rest stop for the stream's descent through the Dragon's Spine.  Two structures loom in the darkness on either side like ghostly towers amongst the snow.  At the far side of the area, a statue's shadowed silhouette looms from under the canopy.</description>
    <description>An extensive area has been deforested to support two large structures among this frosty paradise high in the Dragon's Spine.  In the center of the clearing, steam rises from a small pond as a stream rests here before starting its long trek down the hills.  At the far side, a statue of lifesculpted granite stands watch under the encroaching canopy.</description>
    <position x="420" y="257" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb earthen stairway" destination="392" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb forest trail" destination="388" />
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  <node id="392" name="Crystal Forest, Secluded Clearing" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Perched high in the mountains, a clearing surrounded by thick snow-covered trees provides a breathtaking view.  In spite of constantly frigid conditions, the sound of a short waterfall gives way to a swift unfrozen stream which rushes down a nearby slope and away from the icy summit.  Steam rises from the water, evidence to its origin beneath the bitter surface of the Dragon's Spine, and bits of precious vegetation hold onto life in the damp ground.</description>
    <description>Perched high in the mountains, a shadowy clearing surrounded by thick snow-covered trees provides a breathtaking view.  In spite of constantly frigid conditions compounded by the night's chill, the sound of a short waterfall gives way to a swift, unfrozen stream which rushes down a nearby slope and away from the icy summit.  Steam rises into the darkness above the water, evidence to its origin beneath the bitter surface of the Dragon's Spine, and precious vegetation holds onto life in the damp ground.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="394" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb earthen stairway" destination="391" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rocky byway" destination="395" />
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  <node id="393" name="Crystal Forest, Secluded Clearing" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Deceptive patches of ice coat the ground, nearly invisible in the darkness under the dense canopy.  The forest teems with arboreal beauty, though most of the wildlife is cloaked by night's silken embrace.  Homes blend seamlessly into the adjacent trees so as to not disrupt the environment's enchanting mystique.</description>
    <description>Patches of ice upon the mossy ground glimmer under the soft daylight filtered by the dense canopy.  The forest teems with arboreal beauty, and the trailblazers of yore successfully carved a niche for connoisseurs of nature who wished to claim a more permanent residence.  Homes blend aesthetically with the adjacent plant life so as to not disrupt the environment's enchanting mystique.</description>
    <position x="414" y="246" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="392" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="394" />
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  <node id="394" name="Crystal Forest, Secluded Clearing" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Dark ferns cluster close to the ground around the burgeoning aspens as if afraid of the night's oppression.  Muted clinking sounds emanate from the underbrush, filling the cold air with peculiar rhythms.  A large felled tree occupies a significant amount of space in the clearing, undoubtedly a suitable place for one to sit and watch the stars.</description>
    <description>Slender ferns cluster close to the ground around the burgeoning aspens, the plants' needle-like leaves transformed into icicles in the harsh mountain chill.  Tiny animals traversing the underbrush cause the stems to wobble, and the hardened fronds clink together like frozen chimes.  A large felled tree occupies a significant amount of space in the clearing and undoubtedly provides many safe hiding places for tunneling insects.</description>
    <position x="392" y="246" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="392" />
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  <node id="395" name="Dragon's Spine, Rivyn's Rise" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>From this towering vantage, it is easy to see just how colossal the Dragon's Spine -- and how expansive Greater Ilithi -- really is.  The treetops seem to fall for eternity like frozen tears into the basin of Wyvern Road far below, while the city of Shard floats, as if by some magic, on its lake to the southeast.  Deep to the south, the mountains and valleys swallowed by the Dark Hand appear to move with an unnatural life as the corrupted child of Nature waits for its moment to expand again.</description>
    <position x="389" y="258" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rocky byway" destination="392" />
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  <node id="396" name="Hrendh Skogar, Barrier" note="Plague Wraiths|Wraiths">
    <description>The faint scent of pine is carried upon the air ever so slightly.  Small squirrels scamper along the edge of the path, searching for any stray bits of food accidentally left behind.  A large wooden barrier, painted with bold red lettering, reaches across the road to block passage northward.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-83" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="359" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb weather-worn barricade" destination="397" />
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  <node id="397" name="Hrendh Skogar, Barrier">
    <description>The large trees blossom in abundance, hugging the edges of the pathway through its twists and turns.  Small lilies and tulips grow sporadically amongst the underbrush adding a splash of color to the drab greens and brown of the wilderness.  A large barricade crafted of a dark wood rests across the pathway, settled deep into the earth.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-83" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="428" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="398" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb weather-worn barricade" destination="396" />
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  <node id="398" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>The canopy is thinner here, allowing daylight to cast shifting shadows on the forest floor though a variety of small openings.  In several spots, something appears to have dug up the trail, giving it the appearance of an excavation site.  Several large bones protrude from the bottom of shallow basins carved into the tightly compacted soil.</description>
    <description>The canopy is thinner here, allowing moonlight to cast pale shadows on the forest floor though a variety of small openings.  In several spots, something appears to have dug up the trail, giving it the appearance of an excavation site.  Several large bones protrude from the bottom of shallow basins carved into the tightly compacted soil.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="-63" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="399" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="397" />
  </node>
  <node id="399" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>Large brambles line the outer edges of the trail, their pale grey limbs covered in red-hued thorns with sharpened points.  A few brave rats scurry within the maze of branches, searching for any stray morsel they can feed upon.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="-43" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="398" />
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  <node id="400" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>Just a few paces off the animal trail, swarms of flies buzz around a thorn bush, creating the illusion of a darkened cloud that permeates the air with a stench of death.  Occasionally a low, thunderous growl echoes in the distance, causing a few birds to quickly fly past overhead.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="-23" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="401" />
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  <node id="401" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>Several large, dark rocks rest at the animal trail's edge, pushed safely away to prevent any accidents.  Small bits of scattered rubble remain tossed about by some unknown force.  A few black frogs with bright red markings hop in and out of sight as they travel along the tan soil.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="-23" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="400" />
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  <node id="402" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>Loud screeches followed by thunderous flapping echo though the dense woods.  A large ironwood tree is strewn across the animal trail, its gnarled roots spiraling in random directions.  Pieces of long, thick femurs lie in a precise pattern along the ground leading out from the fallen trunk.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ironwood tree" destination="403" />
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  <node id="403" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>Light brush at the roadside periodically shudders and shakes, followed closely by sounds of scurrying claws accompanied by low-pitched grunts.  A fallen ironwood tree is strewn across the animal trail, its gnarled roots spiraling in random directions.  Skeletal remains fan out along the ground, a reminder of dangers lurking in the area.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ironwood tree" destination="402" />
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  <node id="404" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>Gigantic foliage grows in an abundance of dark leaves, shuddering softly with the slightest breeze.  Creepers spiral up the thick trunks of surrounding trees, tightly grasping the bark and cutting into the soft wood beneath.  The canopy is filled with the high-pitched calls of numerous hidden birds, sporadically drowned out by sounds of fluttering wings as they dart between the heavy vegetation.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="405" />
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  <node id="405" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>Vibrant flowers grow in abundance along the animal trail, adding a prominent splash of color to the drab earth tones of the forest.  Fragrant floral aromas saturate the air with a wide array of overwhelming scents.  Small animal tracks cross the beaten path, its muddy surface riddled in a tangle of old and fresh markings.</description>
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  <node id="406" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>The dark rock walls hug the interior of the animal trail, arching downward to nothing more then a small slope.  A large earthen bridge spans across a deep chasm, created by rocks and boulders falling from high atop the gigantic mountain.</description>
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="407" />
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  <node id="407" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>The smooth rock wall bends at a sharp angle as it comes to a corner.  To the south is a large earthen bridge spanning a narrow chasm, created from debris that has fallen from higher up the mountain.  Far below, an animal trail is visible following the forest's contours.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb sloped rubble" destination="408" />
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  <node id="408" name="Hrendh Skogar, Rock Slide">
    <description>Large liana vines sprout between stones in the massive rubble pile, crawling up the smooth rock face.  Pristine white flowers adorn the thick vines, bending in odd directions as they attempt to utilize any light in the most efficient way possible.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb sloped rubble" destination="407" />
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  <node id="409" name="Hrendh Skogar, Rock Slide">
    <description>The rock wall to the west rises high into the sky, making climbing extremely difficult.  Small grey lizards scamper across the stone with unknown intent, easily traveling across its surface worn smooth by the elements.  Occasionally, a brisk breeze sweeps across the slide's face, sending small bits of rubble tumbling over the edge.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="408" />
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  <node id="410" name="Hrendh Skogar, Rock Slide">
    <description>Hundreds upon hundreds of rocks are piled on top of each other to form this natural walkway.  With each step, the rubble shifts and settles, making quick passage nearly impossible.  Crooked treetops reach up from the valley below, gently swaying back and fourth in the sporadic breeze.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="37" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="409" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb sloped rubble" destination="411" />
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  <node id="411" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>Copious amounts of rubble have fallen upon the pathway against the mountain's side, rising high above the original animal trail.  A tangle of snake-like creepers and vines wind along the craggy surface, their pale green skin covered in a tangle of wickedly sharp yellow thorns.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb sloped rubble" destination="410" />
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  <node id="412" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>Obscure limbs form the canopy aloft, sweeping from side to side to reveal the sky above.  A few dead leaves precariously cling to withered branches, their burnt yellow surfaces standing on stark contrast against the sea of green.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="411" />
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  <node id="413" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>A legion of animal tracks marks the trail, traveling in virtually every direction without rhyme or reason.  From the forested side of the footway, a faint, rattling hiss can be heard from deep within the tangled scrub brush.  The gentle shudder of leaves fill the verdant wood as the canopy sways in the slightest breeze.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="414" />
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  <node id="414" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>Tightly hugging the rocky landscape, the animal trail flows with each bend and turn nature bestowed upon this colossal mountain.  Along one side of the path, a great earth wall reaches skyward and on the other, a thick forest flourishes allowing no deviance from the asperous trail.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="-3" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="413" />
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  <node id="415" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>Small bits of rubble lay strewn about, not much more than random pieces tossed away from a mammoth boulder before it came to rest on the trail.  A light growth of trees surrounds the path, green foliage swaying gently with any movement of the wind.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="-3" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb massive boulder" destination="416" />
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  <node id="416" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>A large granite boulder has settled on the footway, hindering passage northeastward.  From here, a large trench has been cut along side the mountain, showing the destructive path this oversized rock took to reach its final destination.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb massive boulder" destination="415" />
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  <node id="417" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>The trail slants slightly from north to south, following the curve of a large mountain's foot.  Elder trees and small saplings dot a gentle slope, climbing slowly up the rocky face to its snowcapped peaks.  A few wood violets grow in random patches alongside the track, filling the air with their fragrance.</description>
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  <node id="418" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>The twisting trail expands drastically as the dense wilderness of the west begins to thin here.  Visible through gaps in the trees, a large mountain dominates most of the view of the northern sky.  Leading down into a deep, murky trench is a steep slope that is covered with patches of withered roots.</description>
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  <node id="419" name="Hrendh Skogar, Trench" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Brackish water coats the area above the waterline with a thick black film as it sloshes against the worn rock walls that outline this narrow gully.  To the east, its steep surface covered in a tangle of withered roots, an earthen slope rises from beneath the stagnant water.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steep slope" destination="418" />
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  <node id="420" name="Hrendh Skogar, Trench" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Gnats and other flying pests swarm about, moving in as if working with a single mind.  An antediluvian ironwood tree lays collapsed across the opening above, partly blocking the view.  Thick creepers and other hanging plant life sway to and fro suspended from the fallen tree, partially concealing a dark crevice in the wall.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go dark crevice" destination="423" />
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  <node id="421" name="Hrendh Skogar, Trench" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Gently, the murky water laps against a steep slope leading upward and away from the brackish filth held within the trench.  A few lily pads float upon the surface, blooming with large yellow flowers and shifting with the slightest movement of the water.</description>
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  <node id="422" name="Hrendh Skogar, Trench" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Dark earthen walls tower high above, worn smooth over time by the unforgiving elements.  Large patches of a brownish green moss flourish all around, tightly clinging to any available surface.  To the west, a large slope rises out of the cool water, also coated in a dense layer of moss.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steep slope" destination="424" />
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  <node id="423" name="Hrendh Skogar, Cavern">
    <description>Rough walls, dark in coloration, form a dome that peaks high above where a section of the ceiling has collapsed, yet there is no trace of rubble anywhere.  Now in disarray, the remnants of a rough campsite remain, ready for another resident.  Four thick logs are arranged around a large fire pit.  Close by, a fetid pile of hay with a tattered cloak draped across it forms a makeshift bed.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go jagged crevice" destination="420" />
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  <node id="424" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>The tan trail narrows out gradually as the surrounding wilderness presses in close.  The trail east slants downward into a small, narrow gully.  From this vantage point, a large mountain can be made out through the swaying leaves of the trees, its snow capped summit reaching high above.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steep slope" destination="422" />
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  <node id="425" name="Hrendh Skogar, Weeping Willow">
    <description>The pathway widens to a small clearing where a massive weeping willow has been planted, dead center.  Brownish grey branches reach outward from a thick trunk flawed by deep carvings.  At its foot, a thick patch of white roses flourish under the safety of the mighty tree.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="424" />
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  <node id="426" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>Small bits of bone are scattered about the trail in a slapdash fashion, and many of the surrounding trees have been marred by deep slashes and gouges.  Within the bowels of the dense wilderness, the sharp sounds of cracking branches reverberate through the air.</description>
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  <node id="427" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>The light tan of the rugged pathway stands out in contrast to the deep greens of the lush foliage.  A thick carpet of leaf litter, muddy brown in coloration, shifts with the movement of the wind sweeping through the surrounding forest.</description>
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  <node id="428" name="Hrendh Skogar, Animal Trail">
    <description>The large trees lining this rugged pathway rise aloft to a massive canopy, extending to overlap protectively above the trail.  High overhead the dark greens shift in the breeze, causing breaks and gaps revealing brief glimpses of the sky beyond.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="397" />
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  <node id="429" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Climb">
    <description>Dark quartz flows like cloudy water towards the ground below.  Forming a bare ripple in the cliff face that offers little more than a spot to pause before continuing your climb, the quartz transitions to mix with bands of red sandstone as it reaches up for the broad rim of the sky arching overhead.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="script autoclimbdown" destination="149" />
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  <node id="430" name="Tanis Belta Gaizen, Clifftop">
    <description>Lofting above the canyon, the cliff ends in a flat overhang of glossy rock that looks over the shadowed ridges below and provides a view of the sweeping reaches of the steppes beyond.</description>
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  <node id="431" name="Prairie Grove, Brushwood Trail" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Avian loiterers tease each other with twitters and tweets in the fluttering canopy overhead.  The dense thicket boasts both new and old growth, with several dwellings built to entirely encompass whole tree trunks.  Residents have broadened an old deer trail into a navigable path for people and horses traveling into the coppice.</description>
    <description>Loitering crickets serenade each other by the light of stars through the canopy overhead.  The dense thicket boasts both new and old growth, with several dwellings built to entirely encompass whole tree trunks.  Hovering fireflies delineate a navigable path traveling into the coppice.</description>
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  <node id="432" name="Prairie Grove, Brushwood Trail" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The faint trail winds through the trees like a crescent moon, with several structures built in the crook.  Bowed ferns and thick trees alike submit to the dominance of night, silently keeping to their stations lest aroused by wandering creatures.  Both the darkness and the abundance of plant life soften the atmosphere, promoting quiet contemplation and reflection under the heavens.</description>
    <description>The improved deer trail winds through the trees like the gracefully arcing neck of a swan, with several wooden structures built into the crook.  Bowed ferns submit to the dominance of the thicker trees and greedily clench any sunlight managing to pierce the leafy branches.  Both the daytime anlas and the abundance of plant life soften the atmosphere, promoting lightheartedness and relaxation for all.</description>
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  <node id="433" name="Prairie Grove, Brushwood Trail" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Ridged tree trunks stand as columns to hold up the verdant green ceiling sheltering the home site.  Tiny winged insects move in clumps from bush to bush, performing feats of exploration of a distinctly primal nature.  A few wild mushrooms sprout near a rotting stump next to the grassy path.</description>
    <description>Towering tree trunks stand as great columns to hold up the velvety black ceiling sheltering the home site from the forces of night.  Tiny glowing insects move in clumps from object to object, giving hazy snapshots of the dark thicket to observers along the grassy path.  A few wild mushrooms sprout near a stump, though the blackness makes it hard to tell if they are friends or foes.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="434" />
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  <node id="434" name="Prairie Grove, Brushwood Trail" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Moss and lichen upon the trees resemble a greenish patina on aging bronze.  Swathes of buttercups and violets streak the underbrush like bejeweled inlays more in color than fire, though the occasional dewdrop combined with generous daylight lends a hint of brilliance to the petals.  The branches and ferns lurch forward across the path as if to protect their bounty.</description>
    <description>Moss and lichen upon the trees resemble dark linen banners draped down castle walls.  Swathes of buttercups and violets lie concealed amongst the rest of the monotonous undergrowth.  The branches and ferns lurch forward across the path as if to protect their kin.</description>
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="433" />
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  <node id="435" name="Prairie Grove, Brushwood Trail" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Darkness seeps into the quiet copse, slipping through the trees and shrouding the path's subtle curves.  Animals occasionally move between the houses to seek protection from the foliage, some to hide from predators, others to elude prey.  Clinging to a nearby trunk, some feathers hang limply, undisturbed in the solitude of night.</description>
    <description>Particle-filled shafts of daylight slip through the tree cover, spilling their brightness upon the clover-strewn path.  Antelope and other passive mammals can be seen nibbling the foliage in between the sturdy constructions of thatch and timber.  Clinging to a nearby trunk, a handful of sky-blue feathers twirls on the breeze.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="436" />
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  <node id="436" name="Prairie Grove, Brushwood Trail" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The ground's scent of rich loam coupled with the ferns' herbal fragrance transforms the plain grassland into a pristine natural paradise.  Puffs of white flowers edge the deer trail, which ends in a cul-de-sac amongst the homes and trees.  A circle of weathered stones rests in the middle of the small clearing, perfect for midday gatherings.</description>
    <description>The scents of wild creatures and thriving plants in the wilderness transform the grassland into a nocturnal paradise full of thrills and wonderment.  Puffs of flowers, their white hue muted by the night, edge the deer trail, which ends in a cul-de-sac amongst the homes and trees.  A circle of stones rests in the middle of the dark clearing, perfect for midnight gatherings.</description>
    <position x="-730" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="435" />
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  <node id="437" name="Western Road, Cedar Branch">
    <description>Flattened, finely divided leaves release a crisp, cool scent into the shadowed bower of the cedar's upper reaches.  The road below is barely visible, but through the branches stretches a rugged vista encompassing both mountains and sky.</description>
    <position x="380" y="137" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb tree trunk" destination="34" />
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  <node id="438" name="The Black Spire, Connecting Hallway">
    <description>Only a single gaethzen sphere and the occasional seam among the great stone slabs decorate the otherwise featureless, dimly lit hallway.  At its sharp, perpendicular turn rests an ebony door.</description>
    <position x="320" y="-183" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="444" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go ebony door" destination="341" />
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  <node id="439" name="The Black Spire, Connecting Hallway">
    <description>Only a single gaethzen sphere and the occasional seam among the great stone slabs decorate the otherwise featureless, dimly lit hallway.  Additional light streams in through an open archway to the east.</description>
    <position x="320" y="-203" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="438" />
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  <node id="440" name="The Black Spire, Intercessor Chambers">
    <description>A long hallway dotted with dozens of small doors leading to small living chambers, each door has beside it a small nameplate in S'Kra Mur script.  No dust lurks in the area despite worn rugs giving evidence of heavy travel, its denizens obviously maintaining the area with utmost care.  A break in the western row of doors instead contains an archway leading out to a darker hallway.</description>
    <position x="340" y="-203" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="442" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="439" />
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  <node id="441" name="The Black Spire, Intercessor Chambers">
    <description>The smaller chambers to the south give way to larger domiciles in this end of the hallway, the doors spaced further apart and of high quality ebony.  The area is spotless, reflecting the orderly nature of its denizens.  The wall to the north is smooth grey stone, lacking any additional chambers or furnishings.</description>
    <position x="340" y="-223" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="440" />
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  <node id="442" name="The Black Spire, Intercessor Chambers">
    <description>A long hallway dotted with dozens of small doors leading to small living chambers, each door has beside it a small nameplate in S'Kra Mur script.  No dust lurks in the area despite worn rugs giving evidence of heavy travel, its denizens obviously maintaining the area with utmost care.  The wall to the south is smooth grey stone, lacking any additional chambers or furnishings, while a narrow passageway extends eastwards.</description>
    <position x="340" y="-183" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="440" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="443" />
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  <node id="443" name="The Black Spire, Equipment Storage">
    <description>Boxes of provisions are stacked in orderly rows interspersed between shelves of clothing and racks of weaponry.  The barest hints of dust hint at the futility of attempting to keep the area truly pristine as things are packed, unpacked, stowed, and retrieved, though no dust or mar rests upon any of the equipment itself.</description>
    <position x="360" y="-183" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="442" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go iron door" destination="573" />
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  <node id="444" name="The Black Spire, Cupola">
    <description>The wide, domed ceiling of this area stands in stark contrast to the smaller, utilitarian halls extending outwards from it.  Four white pillars rise at the cardinal points in the cupola, topped by majestic black dragon statues.</description>
    <position x="300" y="-183" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="438" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="446" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="445" />
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  <node id="445" name="The Black Spire, Prime Intercessor's Office">
    <description>A wide ebony desk dominates one corner of this stark office.  Kept neat and tidy with no papers or documents, the presence of multiple writing implements and a well-worn chair still suggests its frequent use.  On the other side, a plain white training mat bears the impression of many footsteps.</description>
    <position x="280" y="-203" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="444" />
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  <node id="446" name="The Black Spire, Planning Room">
    <description>Functional and circular, a square table covered with maps and tomes is surrounded by dozens of chairs of different sizes.  Softly flickering gaethzen spheres dot the grey stone wall, shining a continual interplay of white light chasing darkened shadows.</description>
    <position x="280" y="-163" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="444" />
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  <node id="447" name="Zaldi Taipa, Falconer's Chadir" note="Falconer's Chadir" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Lures of all shapes and sizes are hung along the walls -- from the tiny feathered lures designed to call diminutive falconets to heavy lures covered with rabbit fur used for big hawks and eagles.  Some well-worn belled jesses have been carefully placed in a cedar box to be repaired and oiled for new birds, and nearby rests an array of beautifully worked leather hoods.  Small baskets are filled with molted flight and tail feathers, ready to replace any broken in the hunt.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="517" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tent flap" destination="201" />
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  <node id="448" name="Zaldi Taipa, Jahtinit's Corner" note="Jahtinit's Corner" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Sweet-smelling cedar has been carved to shape a low table that is cluttered with the current projects of the Jan Taipen's apprentice.  Feathers, bundles of sage, little bowls holding half-carved beads, and even a bird skeleton or two crowd the work area.  Nearby, completed items are arranged neatly, and hawk-wing fans hang on the walls, their beadwork glinting softly in the light.</description>
    <position x="-820" y="517" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go main tent" destination="211" />
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  <node id="449" name="The Black Spire, Initiation Chamber">
    <description>Light leaks through the hatch above, casting gloomy shadows across the unnaturally warm stones that form the curved wall and scarred floor.</description>
    <position x="280" y="-103" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="450" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="451" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb iron ladder" destination="345" />
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  <node id="450" name="The Black Spire, Initiation Chamber">
    <description>A single guttering torch struggles to illuminate this rather unadorned corner of the chamber.  Several heavy iron rings are bolted to the wall and faded bloodstains streak the floor towards a small drain.</description>
    <position x="300" y="-83" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="449" />
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  <node id="451" name="The Black Spire, Initiation Chamber">
    <description>Several heavy metal frames contorted into humanoid postures encircle this section of the chamber.  Set into the south wall is a large weapon rack.</description>
    <position x="260" y="-83" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="449" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="450" />
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  <node id="452" name="Foot of Wyvern Mountain, Steep Trail" note="Juvenile Wyverns">
    <description>Wyvern Mountain towers high rises in the sky above, with a thundering waterfall cascading down its front.  Several smaller peaks rise around the mountain cap like dragon's teeth, framing its snowy top.  Massive boulders frame the narrow winding trail, which slopes steeply upward and appears to have been recently cleared of rubble.</description>
    <position x="340" y="597" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="453" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="15" />
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  <node id="453" name="Foot of Wyvern Mountain, Steep Trail">
    <description>Huge claw and fang marks mar the rocky terrain, the telltale signs of battle littering the steep trail.  Several of the huge boulders bear numerous dried bloodstains, and portions of the path are blackened and charred.  Wyvern Mountain blocks nearly half the sky, and the thundering waterfall cascading down its front can be both clearly seen and heard.</description>
    <position x="340" y="617" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="454" />
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  <node id="454" name="Foot of Wyvern Mountain, Steep Trail">
    <description>Blotting out the night sky, the surrounding mountain peaks jut from the ground, with Wyvern Mountain towering high over them.  The trail takes a sharp incline, winding its way past a treacherous cliff.  Roaring thunder from a nearby waterfall echoes through the area, the noise constant but somewhat distant.</description>
    <description>Long shadows are cast over the trail from the surrounding mountain peaks, pairing each rock and stone with a shadowy caricature of itself.  The trail continues its sharp incline, winding its way past the base of a treacherous cliff.  A lone scraggly bush clings to its side, tenaciously growing despite the constant shadow cast on it from the mountains above.</description>
    <position x="320" y="617" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="455" />
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  <node id="455" name="Wyvern Mountain, Narrow Plateau">
    <description>Made from a solid but somewhat slippery sheet of shale, the ledge hugs the base of a cliff that towers high above.  Colorful striations mark the exposed bedrock overhead in bands of red and white, separating the greyish rock.  Layers of softer stone have worn away from constant weathering, leaving gaps on the cliffside that resemble enormous claw marks.</description>
    <position x="300" y="637" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="454" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="456" />
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  <node id="456" name="Wyvern Mountain, Narrow Plateau">
    <description>The path forks sharply, with what looks like a man-made trail traveling steeply upward to follow the cliff to the west.  Narrow ledges made of shale lead to the east and south, marking a precarious journey through the rocky terrain.  Several small weeds cling to pockets in the harsh stones in the gaps between the rocks, speaking of a nearby source of water.</description>
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="457" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="460" />
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  <node id="457" name="Wyvern Mountain, Steep Trail">
    <description>Patches of grass and twiggy saplings cling tenaciously to the sides of this steep mountain trail, which winds up the rocky cliff face in a rough zigzag pattern.  Gushing water roars from somewhere nearby and the rocky trail is somewhat damp underfoot, making the climb up the cliff even more treacherous.</description>
    <position x="280" y="657" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="458" />
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  <node id="458" name="Wyvern Mountain, Steep Trail">
    <description>This portion of the slippery path passes through a gorge between two cliffs, the ground underfoot almost sandy.  Created when water washed away a layer of softer rock, the sides of the miniature canyon are streaked with flecks of minerals.  Three ironwood support beams haphazardly span the gap high overhead, apparently placed here to ensure the sides don't come crumbling down.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="459" />
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  <node id="459" name="Wyvern Mountain, Steep Trail">
    <description>The mountain trail forks sharply along the side of the cliff in zigzag patterns, the incline just gradual enough to climb without the use of handholds.  Fresh, clean water sprays through the air in a mist of droplets, making the cliffside slick and peppered with pockets of vegetation.  Darkness shrouds the path, making the footing rather treacherous.</description>
    <description>The mountain trail winds sharply along the side of the cliff in zigzag patterns, the incline just gradual enough to climb without the use of handholds.  Fresh, clean water sprays through the air in a mist of droplets, making the cliffside slick and peppered with pockets of vegetation.  Minerals streak the bedrock in wide bands of sunset color, glittering in the daylight.</description>
    <position x="240" y="637" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="458" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="461" />
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  <node id="460" name="Wyvern Mountain, Narrow Plateau">
    <description>Wide cracks split the plateau, with three ironwood support beams haphazardly spanning the gap to form a makeshift bridge.  A steady stream of water trickles through the rift, appearing to be runoff from the nearby Wyvern Falls.  Rusty stains speak of minerals in the water, the small trickle creating a small puddle against the cliff face before dribbling away out of sight down the ledge.</description>
    <position x="260" y="637" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="456" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="459" />
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  <node id="461" name="Wyvern Mountain, Steep Trail">
    <description>The narrow trail follows the steep incline that ends at the base of a cliff, the branches of numerous evergreen trees gracing its top.  Made from shale layered with limestone and granite, the rocky wall glitters with minerals and is fairly free of vegetation.  Small runnels of water flow down the mountain's side, eventually disappearing into deep chasms in the rock.</description>
    <position x="220" y="617" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="462" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="459" />
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  <node id="462" name="Wyvern Mountain, Steep Trail">
    <description>Large bushes and clumps of tenacious vegetation have stabilized the mountainside, which drops off steeply to the southwest.  Numerous boulders line the edge of the path, half sunk into the earth and peppered with old moss.  The sound of water rushes through the area from the nearby Wyvern Falls, echoing off the cliff sides in a thunderous cacophony.</description>
    <position x="220" y="597" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="463" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="464" />
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  <node id="463" name="Wyvern Mountain, Steep Trail">
    <description>Growing in the shadow of the nearby cliff is a large patch of Elyhaar Wing orchids, producing a strong fragrant odor in the thinning mountain air.  Each of the delicate blooms are just barely open, showing off the white interior that resembles a jackal's curled claws.  Hardy mountain bushes line the patch of flowers, giving them the appearance of a passing shadow.</description>
    <description>The strong fragrant odor from a nearby patch of Elyhaar Wing orchids drifts through the air from the base of a nearby cliff.  Each of the delicate blooms is barely visible in the dim light, only the white tips easily seen in the darkness.  Hardy mountain bushes line the forking path, making the way treacherous.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="467" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="465" />
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  <node id="464" name="Wyvern Mountain, Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>A small grove of young pine trees sprout in a tight bunch, marking the edge of the evergreen forest.  Their needles hued a deep emerald green, the small trees flourish in the rich soil of the mountain.  Sunlight trickles through larger pines standing behind the grove, illuminating the small trees and etching interesting patterns on the mountain trail.</description>
    <description>A small grove of young pine trees sprout in a tight bunch, marking the edge of the evergreen forest.  Their needles hued a deep emerald green, the small trees flourish in the rich soil of the mountain.  Shadows cast from larger trees overhead dwarf the little grove, spreading out like fingers in the murky twilight.</description>
    <position x="320" y="537" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="516" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="515" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="462" />
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  <node id="465" name="Wyvern Mountain, Waterfall Edge">
    <description>Constant spray from the nearby Wyvern Falls dampens the steep mountainside that follows it, most of the boulders worn completely smooth by the myriad of droplets.  The water runs down the side of the mountain in constant sheets, flowing downward through the air.  Several small lilies thrive in the damp area, clinging to the edges of the rocks and soaking up the abundant moisture.</description>
    <position x="180" y="577" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="463" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="468" />
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  <node id="466" name="Wyvern Mountain, Waterfall Edge">
    <description>A sizable pool has formed in a small indentation of the rock, created from the constant spray and runoff from Wyvern Falls.  Smaller runnels trickle downward from the edge of the pool, flowing as a miniature waterfall before joining the much larger cascade to the west.  Vibrant green moss grows on several of the large boulders in the rocky area, accenting the rough terrain with edges of green.</description>
    <position x="180" y="597" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="465" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go depressed valley" destination="575" />
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  <node id="467" name="Wyvern Mountain, Narrow Plateau">
    <description>Thunderous noise echoes across the mountain plateau, and water constantly sprays the rocks from the enormous falls passing close by.  Visible far below, a small lake marks the bottom of Wyvern Falls, which flows down the mountain from a spectacular height.  The entirety of Shard can be seen in the distance to the east, its towers and walls making the city resemble a compass.</description>
    <position x="180" y="617" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="463" />
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  <node id="468" name="Wyvern Mountain, Waterfall Edge" note="Adult Wyverns">
    <description>The constant pounding spray from the nearby falls makes the footing treacherous, which zigzags sharply to provide some semblance of footing.  Moss grows thickly on the boulders in many different types, covering them in an array of multicolored speckles.  Small pine saplings occasionally jut from the side of the cliff, the young trees growing nearly horizontally before bending their branches upward toward the sky.</description>
    <position x="160" y="577" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="469" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="465" />
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  <node id="469" name="Wyvern Mountain, Waterfall Edge">
    <description>Several large streams of water crest on boulders buried within the enormous waterfall, making sprays that paint rainbows in the water-saturated air.  Tiny insects dart here and there among the puddles produced by the spray, dragonflies and small water nymphs thriving in the moisture.  Lichens resembling furry clusters of dots speckle the boulders, ranging from grey to brilliant blood red.</description>
    <position x="160" y="557" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="470" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="468" />
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  <node id="470" name="Wyvern Mountain, Waterfall Edge">
    <description>The massive waterfall next to the steep path is split neatly in two by a large boulder, cascading down on either side in enormous sheets of water before joining again further down.  A tiny plant grows defiantly upon the rock, clinging to it tenaciously with a mass of roots and holding onto a few sturdy green leaves.  Similar plants grow on the side of the massive waterfall, bent as if bowing in admiration to their braver sibling.</description>
    <position x="160" y="537" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="471" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="469" />
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  <node id="471" name="Wyvern Falls, Bank">
    <description>The stone along the bank is somewhat treacherous, worn smooth and slick with the relentless passage of time and water.  This close to the precipice, the thunderous roar devours all other sound as the rapids race forward to plummet over the edge of the mountainside.  An impenetrable mist rises from the pool far below, tiny droplets trying in vain to resist the inevitable fall.</description>
    <position x="160" y="517" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go bridge" destination="472" />
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  <node id="472" name="Wyvern Falls, Bridge">
    <description>The sturdy stone bridge spans the very top of Wyvern Falls as it crests over the side of the mountain.  On one side of the bridge the water is nearly still, caught in the calm just before going over the drop.  The world falls away on the other side into a dizzying drop hundreds of feet straight down, the falling water creating a mist rendering the distant ground invisible.</description>
    <description>The sturdy stone bridge spans the very top of Wyvern Falls as it crests over the side of the mountain.  Water flows at a steady pace, roaring down the side of the cliff and drowning out all other sound.  The air is filled with a thick mist coming from the spray of the water, obscuring the dim twilight and drenching the sides of the lonely bridge.</description>
    <position x="160" y="497" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="471" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="473" />
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  <node id="473" name="Wyvern Falls, Bank">
    <description>Following the natural layers of the massive mountain, the bank drops off into an enormous cliff, while the snow-capped peak rises high above.  Wyvern Falls flows down the mountain in a steady stream, the water constantly free-falling down the cliffside in roaring sheets.  A misty spray continually shoots through the thin mountain air, creating a natural rain that dampens the surrounding rock.</description>
    <position x="140" y="477" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="479" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="474" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bridge" destination="472" />
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  <node id="474" name="Wyvern Mountain, Above the Treeline">
    <description>The cliff extends above the evergreen canopy, giving an unbroken view of thousands of pine trees.  Clouds ring the purplish mountains distant on the horizon, while the towers and walls of Shard are clearly visible to the east.  Numerous claw marks mar the steep mountainside, permanently etched into the hard stone.</description>
    <description>The expansive night sky stretches above the evergreen forest, the view clear and unhindered by any foliage.  A blanket of fine, bluish mist partially covers the forest, with only the tips of the trees visible through the haze.  Numerous claw marks mar the steep mountainside, permanently etched into the hard stone.</description>
    <position x="120" y="477" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="475" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="488" />
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  <node id="475" name="Wyvern Mountain, Above the Treeline">
    <description>An ancient bristlecone pine stands alone atop a slab of pale dolomite rock, the tree twisted and contorted by many years of harsh mountain winds.  Though it appears mostly dead, the tree grows away from the ledge, separated from the younger trees by the high altitude.  The air is quite thin and crisp, unable to support much moisture.</description>
    <position x="100" y="477" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="476" />
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  <node id="476" name="Wyvern Mountain, Above the Treeline">
    <description>The cutoff of trees is abrupt, very few growing above the cliff as the air at the top of the mountain grows thin.  Evergreen trees occasionally grow their tops just above this narrow ledge, although the expansive view is unbroken otherwise.  High above, the mountain rises in a massive snow-capped peak, close enough to showcase the incredible and ancient power of nature.</description>
    <description>The cutoff of trees is abrupt, very few growing above the cliff as the air at the top of the mountain grows thin.  Evergreen trees occasionally grow their tops just above this narrow ledge, their tops shrouded in the constant mist that comes from Wyvern Falls.  Darkness shrouds the mountain, its massive ice-capped peak blotting out much of the night sky.</description>
    <position x="80" y="477" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="477" />
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  <node id="477" name="Wyvern Mountain, Above the Treeline">
    <description>A small stream of water trickles down the steep mountain, flowing around small rocks and branches before disappearing in the tall pine trees below.  Small, sticky skunkweed flowers and tufts of grass grow next to the brook, thriving in the high mountain air.  The narrow path curves to follow the mountainside, remaining just above the high treeline.</description>
    <position x="60" y="457" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="476" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="478" />
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  <node id="478" name="Wyvern Mountain, Above the Treeline">
    <description>Jutting out almost directly overhead, a wide dolomite ledge shades the pathway somewhat.  Numerous hardy plants cling to the side of the mountain, sheltering in the protection of the ledge above.  Tufts of tall grass grow around a tall fence crafted of green bamboo that ends the mountain pathway, sturdy and very well kept.</description>
    <position x="40" y="437" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="477" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go gate" destination="534" />
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  <node id="479" name="Wyvern Mountain, Above the Rapids">
    <description>The water-soaked bank follows a series of cascading rapids, blocked off by a steep drop that makes passage into the water impossible.  Sprays of water crest with white foam and flow constantly over the shallow and uneven boulders in the water.  Occasional sprays of water splash heavily against the path's edge, creating foaming white curtains that quickly fall again.</description>
    <position x="160" y="477" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="473" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="480" />
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  <node id="480" name="Wyvern Mountain, Breeding Grounds" note="Young Wyverns">
    <description>Far above the treeline, the steep mountain is formed from large slabs of dolomite, a narrow canyon wending its way through two of the smaller peaks and serving as the wyvern breeding grounds.  Numerous cracked boulders are scattered over the hollow gorge, splitting it into many sections that are mostly blocked off from each other.  Bones are scattered across the canyon floor, the victims of adult wyverns feeding their young.</description>
    <position x="200" y="477" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="482" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="481" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="479" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go track" destination="567" />
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  <node id="481" name="Wyvern Mountain, Breeding Grounds">
    <description>A sharp ledge of pale rock juts out from the side of the mountain, hanging high over the raging rapids below.  Several abandoned nests lie here and there along the ledge, scattered with the bones of deer and other large game.  Clearly visible below the raging rapids is the mountain's treeline, the ancient evergreen forests covering a good portion of the steep slopes.</description>
    <description>The sound of raging water comes from far below the high ledge, which juts out from the side of the mountain.  Several abandoned nests lie here and there along the ledge, scattered with the bones of deer and other large game.  Mist shrouds the mountain in a haze of thick cloud, hiding its secrets under the cover of night.</description>
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  <node id="482" name="Wyvern Mountain, Breeding Grounds">
    <description>Several large stones are arranged in a circle, marking the site of an abandoned wyvern nest.  Fragments of eggshells are still visible within, scattered and broken with the hatchlings long gone.  Pointed peaks rise from various points in the breeding grounds, creating natural perches from which the wyverns can survey their young.</description>
    <position x="220" y="457" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="483" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="481" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="480" />
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  <node id="483" name="Wyvern Mountain, Breeding Grounds">
    <description>The walls of the mountain canyon narrow considerably to the north, making the mountain peaks seem incredibly tall in comparison.  A huge and ancient wyvern skeleton is fossilized and half sunk into one of the cliff walls, its neck bent sharply backwards as if it died while in a great struggle.  Much larger than any of the creatures that currently cover the mountain, the bones speak of an ancient and mysterious past.</description>
    <position x="240" y="437" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="482" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="485" />
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  <node id="484" name="Wyvern Mountain, Breeding Grounds">
    <description>Steplike formations in the grey rock have resulted in numerous ledges, each one topped with a large wyvern's nest made of stones.  Although most of the nesting sites in the area are currently abandoned, fresh tracks indicate the canyon is still in heavy use by the large creatures.  Dried bloodstains mar the ground in places, punctuated by claw marks in various states of erosion.</description>
    <position x="240" y="417" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="512" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="483" />
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  <node id="485" name="Wyvern Mountain, Breeding Grounds">
    <description>The path slopes steeply to follow one of the mountain peaks, the rock to the southeast dropping off into a steep cliff.  Hidden in a small indentation in the rock is a relatively small wyvern's nest, its occupants long gone.</description>
    <position x="220" y="437" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="486" />
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  <node id="486" name="Wyvern Mountain, Breeding Grounds">
    <description>The path slopes sharply to follow the steep inclines, with the northern portion of the trail heading upward toward a smaller peak that stands in the shadow of Wyvern Mountain.  Made entirely of hard grey dolomite rock, the path has a chalky and uneven feel to it, making travel quite treacherous.  Very little grows in the area, the conditions too poor to support plants.</description>
    <position x="200" y="457" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="485" />
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  <node id="487" name="Wyvern Mountain, Breeding Grounds Peak">
    <description>The small mountain peak gives a good view of the wyvern breeding grounds.  Newer and more active nests are clearly visible to the north amongst the rocks, while the southern part contains less active hatcheries and appears to be frequently traveled by hunters.  South of the breeding grounds, huge plumes of mist rise from Wyvern Falls, obscuring much of the view further out.</description>
    <description>The small mountain peak gives a limited nighttime view of the wyvern breeding grounds, much of it shrouded in a dense layer of mist.  Occasional peaks rise up above the fog, looking like pale grey fingers reaching up from a shrouded swamp.  Visibility is quite limited, the breeding grounds cloaked in the dull grey blanket of fog.</description>
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  <node id="488" name="Wyvern Mountain, Ascent">
    <description>Chunky dolomite rises in a steep and nearly vertical angle, the limestone having a rather chalky texture.  Small handholds are carved into the rock, hinting that the steep cliff has been climbed in the past.  Smaller peaks rise on either side of the cliff, much too sharp and fragile for a climbing attempt.</description>
    <position x="120" y="437" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ledge" destination="474" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="489" />
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  <node id="489" name="Wyvern Mountain, Ascent">
    <description>Ascending cliffs jag steplike to follow the sharp incline of the mountain, the sheer rock faces broken sharply as if shattered by Kertigen's hammer.  The air is quite thin, the high altitude making breathing somewhat difficult.  Small patches of dry dirt are scattered here and there, falling from the highlands and collecting in the corners of the cliff's sharp angles.</description>
    <position x="120" y="414" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ledge" destination="488" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="490" />
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  <node id="490" name="Wyvern Mountain, Ascent">
    <description>The top of the cliff looks out over the evergreen forest, the view broken by the thundering mist coming from Wyvern Falls.  Several opposing peaks form a natural valley that the path wends its way through.  To the northwest, the beginning of the highlands are visible, speckled with thin yellow grass that thrives in the expanse between the mountain's treeline and snowline.</description>
    <position x="120" y="397" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ledge" destination="489" />
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  <node id="491" name="Wyvern Mountain, Highlands" note="Bone Wyverns">
    <description>Grass grows between the large boulders of the mountain's highlands, soaking up the limited moisture coming from the snowmelt further above.  Large peaks rise like enormous teeth into the sky, surrounding the highest mountain peak in a ring.  Thin patches of snow lay in the shadows of surrounding stones, completely hidden from the light of the sun.</description>
    <description>Silhouettes of large boulders dot the mountain's grassy highlands, standing sentinel over the side of the ancient mountain.  Large peaks rise like enormous teeth into the sky, surrounding the highest mountaintop in a ring.  Thin patches of snow lay in the shadows of surrounding stones, their pale white surfaces standing out starkly in the dim twilight.</description>
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="490" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="492" />
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  <node id="492" name="Wyvern Mountain, Highlands">
    <description>Standing on a steep incline between patches of short mountain grass, a chipped stone burial marker pays homage to valiant warriors who have passed on.  Occasional gusts of thin air blow their way between the peaks, stirring up the snow high above and scattering their tiny crystals through the air.  The ground slopes steeply as it follows the snowline, the many smaller peaks and pointed rocks emphasizing the enormity of the mountain.</description>
    <position x="80" y="357" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="491" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="493" />
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  <node id="493" name="Wyvern Mountain, Highlands">
    <description>Daisies, snapdragons, bellflowers and patches of grass grow in the loamy soil just before the mountain's snowline, the natural garden fed by a tiny brook running from a small crack in the high mountain rocks.  Tiny bees flit between the floral bouquets and collect the sweet nectar within them.  A long flat rock serves as a makeshift bench, grown around with patches of stubborn mountain vegetation.</description>
    <position x="60" y="337" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="492" />
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  <node id="494" name="Wyvern Mountain, Highlands">
    <description>Leafless stems poke out randomly amongst sparse patches of thin yellow grass growing on the steep mountain slopes.  Scattered heavily among the grasses are a multitude of shield flowers, spread out in a manner resembling a miniature army dressed in vibrant purple and ready for battle.  A heady scent fills the thin air, the sharp odor of ice crystals combining with the delicate smell of the hardy blossoms.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="491" />
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  <node id="495" name="Wyvern Mountain, Highlands">
    <description>The grassy highlands wind around a small craggy peak that blocks the view down the side of the mountain.  At the base of the sharp inclline, tufts of thin-bladed grass grow tall and are peppered throughout with midnight snapdragons, protected very welll from the harsh winds.  A scattering of fist-sized stones pepper the area in spots, the vestigal remnants of past rockslides.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="496" />
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  <node id="496" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowline">
    <description>Wind-scoured icicles hang from the edge of the cliff's side, sharply marking the edge of the mountain's high snowline.  Powdery snowdrifts create lines of white at the wind's urging, forming large drifts that densely pack into the cliff's crevices.  Rough ice walls run straight up and disappear, gouged and pitted by the cold thin air.</description>
    <position x="160" y="377" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="495" />
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  <node id="497" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowline">
    <description>Cold hard ice underlies the snowdrifts in jagged edges to form rough hills and frozen waterfalls.  Massive outcroppings of ice ascend up the mountain in furrowed lines of peaks and valleys as they form layered paths with the large exposed rocks.  The stark contrast of the snowline is visible at the base of the cliff, which still has flowering blossoms and thin grass.</description>
    <position x="180" y="377" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="498" />
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  <node id="498" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowy Ascent" note="Ice Archons">
    <description>Frosty ridges coat the few rocks that are icebound on the snowy mountainside, their craggy surfaces creating snowdrifts behind them.  The nearby cliff offers some respite from the harsh wind, but not from the cold, thin air.  Footing in the slippery area is very treacherous, as there are few rocks emerging through the ice and snow.</description>
    <position x="220" y="377" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="499" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="497" />
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  <node id="499" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowy Ascent">
    <description>Thick layers of jagged slate stick out horizontally from the cliff, their flat surfaces creating a natural stairway on the mountainside.  A large cluster of broken icicles lies in a pile next to one of the steps, somewhat resembling an elaborate natural crystal formation.  Clear rime forms on the wind-blasted side of rocks, where snow and ice cascade from high stone terraces to land in soft heaps.</description>
    <position x="200" y="357" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="500" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="498" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="502" />
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  <node id="500" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowcap">
    <description>Occasional bits of dolomite rock peek through the ice in a thin band, forming the path winding its way across the incline.  Thick blankets of ice-covered snow cover each side of the narrow trail.  The sheets of ice are perfectly smooth and have a pale blue tinge to them, the occasional ice melt having meticulously smoothed away any imperfections.</description>
    <position x="220" y="337" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="499" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="501" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="509" />
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  <node id="501" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowcap">
    <description>A massive avalanche has caved in much of the ice from above, creating a haphazard pile that blocks the pathway to the west.  Dark boulders lay broken on either side of the glacial landslide, their granite faces rimed with a sparkling cloak of frost.  Thousands of points of brightly colored light glimmer softly through the thick ice, making the white snow crystals beneath shine in the thin mountain air.</description>
    <position x="200" y="337" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="500" />
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  <node id="502" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowy Ascent">
    <description>The steep ascent to the mountain's tallest peak begins at the base of a sheer cliff, the climb nearly vertical and with very few handholds.  A thick layer of ice and frost coats nearly all the rocks, leaving only small patches of dolomite free of the permafrost.  Icicles hang from overhead ridges, many of them reaching nearly to the ground before being broken by the harsh mountain wind.</description>
    <position x="180" y="337" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="499" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="503" />
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  <node id="503" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowy Ascent">
    <description>Cracks in the cliff wall indicate the great force that presses down on the mountain's sharp ascent toward the peak.  The ledge is barely large enough to stand on, and is covered in a thick layer of ice that greatly impedes any progress.</description>
    <position x="120" y="337" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="504" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ledge" destination="502" />
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  <node id="504" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowy Ascent">
    <description>Strange bands have formed in the surface of the ice, layered in wavy patterns from snowmelt caused by slight warming from the sun.  The ledge is barely more than a foot wide at this point, offering very little purchase to climbers.  Several gouges mar the icy cliff here and there, the marks resembling those from enormous claws.</description>
    <position x="120" y="317" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="505" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ledge" destination="503" />
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  <node id="505" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowy Ascent">
    <description>The rocky cliffside juts sharply through the ice, which is covered in snowdrifts and the shattered remnants of icicles.  A sharp blast of cold winds gusts towards the top of the mountain, blowing around a small flurry of snowflakes.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ledge" destination="504" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="507" />
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  <node id="506" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowcap">
    <description>A sharp curve in the frozen path leads to the top of a sheer rock wall.  Far below, an evergreen forest spans across much of the mountain, and the hills beyond are covered in waves of grass that yellow in the summer heat.  The spire of Shard's tower rises above the tree line, while further off in the distance the north ridge of the gondola is barely visible.</description>
    <description>A sharp curve in the frozen path leads to the top of a sheer rock wall.  Dim silhouettes of evergreen trees break the night far below, the landscape beyond a pitch black.  In the distance, a soft glow emanates from the streets of Shard, the Great Tower in the city's center piercing the sky like a single shining crystal.</description>
    <position x="240" y="337" z="0" />
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  <node id="507" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowy Ascent">
    <description>A broken and long-abandoned sword lies entombed beneath a thick layer of ice, buried blade first in the face of the cliff.  Rocks jutting from the ice and snow create the barest indication of a ledge, difficult to pick out among the less stable patches of ice.  Thick snow blows around in swirling flurries, picked up by the fierce wind.</description>
    <position x="120" y="277" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ledge" destination="505" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="508" />
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  <node id="508" name="Peak of Wyvern Mountain" note="Wyvern Peak">
    <description>The peak of Wyvern Mountain rises to pierce the sky, offering an unbroken view that spans multiple provinces.  Raven's Point nestles in the mountains of Forfedhdar, while Corik's Wall steadfastly guards the Blackthorn Canyon.  Shard's bridges and towers grace the many converging rivers to the east, while past the Dragonspine mountains, the Sana'ati Dyaus tree of Leth Deriel is in full bloom, just before the city of Crossing at the horizon.  The land is caught in the bloom of spring, cloaking Elanthia in the vibrant green of new life.</description>
    <description>The peak of Wyvern Mountain rises to pierce the sky, offering an unbroken view that spans multiple provinces.  Raven's Point nestles in the mountains of Forfedhdar, while Corik's Wall steadfastly guards the Blackthorn Canyon.  Shard's bridges and towers grace the many converging rivers to the east, while past the Dragonspine mountains, the Sana'ati Dyaus tree of Leth Deriel is in full bloom, just before the city of Crossing at the horizon.  The land is caught in the grip of summer, waves of heat rising slowly over all of Elanthia.</description>
    <description>The peak of Wyvern Mountain rises to pierce the sky, offering an unbroken view that spans multiple provinces.  Raven's Point nestles in the mountains of Forfedhdar, while Corik's Wall steadfastly guards the Blackthorn Canyon.  Shard's bridges and towers grace the many converging rivers to the east, while past the Dragonspine mountains, the Sana'ati Dyaus tree of Leth Deriel is in full bloom, just before the city of Crossing at the horizon.  The expansive landscape holds a thousand different autumn shades, blanketing Elanthia in vibrant color.</description>
    <description>The peak of Wyvern Mountain rises to pierce the sky, offering an unbroken view that spans multiple provinces.  Raven's Point nestles in the mountains of Forfedhdar, while Corik's Wall steadfastly guards the Blackthorn Canyon.  Shard's bridges and towers grace the many converging rivers to the east, while past the Dragonspine mountains, the Sana'ati Dyaus tree of Leth Deriel is in full bloom, just before the city of Crossing at the horizon.  Snow covers much of the land, Elanthia frozen in lonely grey as it sleeps in winter's grasp.</description>
    <description>The peak of Wyvern Mountain rises to pierce the night sky, offering a clear view of both the heavens and the darkened land.  The lights of Raven's Point shine in the mountains of Forfedhdar, while the southern lands lie dark under the cloak of night.  Shard's glow plays off the the many converging rivers to the east, while past the dark fingers of the Dragonspine mountains, the city of Crossing illuminates the horizon.  Darkness settles over the land, quieting the view from the lonely mountain peak.</description>
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  <node id="509" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowcap">
    <description>The snow at the top of this treacherous cliff is crusty and unstable, frequently giving way and making passage incredibly difficult.  Splintered shards of ice lie haphazardly about, crystalline missiles dropped from the overhanging cliffs when their weight becomes too much to bear.  Fine, powdery snow piles in sparkling drifts that hug the mountain's cliffs, filling in the shatter lines that spiderweb through the ice sheet's surface.</description>
    <position x="240" y="317" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="500" />
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  <node id="510" name="Wyvern Mountain, Snowcap">
    <description>A pile of boulders rests uneasily at the top of the mountain's cap, feathered in elaborate ice crystal patterns growing over their surfaces.  Gritty snow crusted over with frozen melt forms a thick layer over the granite rock below, making the few bare spots seem dark by comparison.  Shifting ice from the massive glacier occasionally gives off a sharp crack that pierces the air, breaking the lonely silence of the frozen mountaintop.</description>
    <position x="260" y="317" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="509" />
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  <node id="511" name="Wyvern Mountain, Breeding Grounds">
    <description>Large spines of dolomite break through the floor of the canyon in several places, reaching upward like fingers grasping toward the sky and making the pathway sharply angled.  Though no wyvern nests are built in this small corner of the gorge, many claw tracks marring the ground betray the presence of the winged beasts.</description>
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="484" />
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  <node id="512" name="Wyvern Mountain, Breeding Grounds">
    <description>Bleached bones are stacked up in piles six to eight feet high, marking this area as the wyverns' dumping ground.  Although the majority of the bones come from game animals, the long-dead remains of several adventurers are indiscriminately mixed into the piles.  Rusting and worn-out equipment sticks out here and there, decaying rapidly in the moisture-heavy air.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="513" />
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  <node id="513" name="Wyvern Mountain, Narrow Cliff">
    <description>A completely sheer wall of limestone rock rises to the north, gradually narrowing into a high and inaccessible peak.  The stone is somewhat chalky, the powdery limestone mixing with the air's heavy moisture and piling in clumps at the edge of the rocky walls.  Small bunches of pink clover grow from the makeshift dirt, tenaciously clinging to life in the harsh environment.</description>
    <position x="280" y="377" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="512" />
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  <node id="514" name="Wyvern Mountain, Narrow Cliff" note="Waterfall of Death">
    <description>The narrow ledge forms a very shallow cavern in the side of the cliff face, offering some limited shelter for travelers.  A makeshift firepit is dug into the ground just before the shelter, with a small supply of wood set out in a bin.  Flat, wide boulders circle the firepit, providing a place to sit and rest.</description>
    <position x="300" y="377" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go spring" destination="526" />
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  <node id="515" name="Wyvern Mountain, Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>A small patch of vivid blue flowers grows in a rich streak of soil in a gap between two trees, hugging the edge of a steep cliff.  Wide spaces between the tall trees allow them to grow oversized feather-shaped branches, fanning out over the shady path.  Long strips of bark hang from several of the evergreens, marred at the edges with bite marks that expose the pale white sapwood underneath.</description>
    <position x="300" y="537" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="464" />
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  <node id="516" name="Wyvern Mountain, Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>A narrow deer trail winds its way through the thick evergreens, bending sharply to follow the densely packed trees that line the mountainside.  The soil underfoot is rich with loam, permeating the air with a hearty, earthy smell.  Occasional tree roots and fallen logs jut from the ground, hugging the edge of the cliffs running along the steep mountainside.</description>
    <position x="340" y="537" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="517" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="464" />
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  <node id="517" name="Wyvern Mountain, Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>Most of the lower branches of the trees in this area are completely gone, apparently eaten by the local wildlife.  Evergreen branches high enough to escape being eaten create a sheltering canopy that casts the forest in an eternal twilight.  The ground underfoot is covered with a thick blanket of dead pine needles, which are much more prominent near the trunk of each aging tree.</description>
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  <node id="518" name="Wyvern Mountain, Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>The cliff's edge hugs the side of the treacherous mountain path that wends its way around the edge of the lonely woods.  An oddly-shaped pine tree clings to the side of a nearby ledge, its trunk growing at a sharp bend and its roots forming a spiral to grasp the viable soil.  Smaller saplings have taken root at the very edge of the cliff, tenaciously clinging to life in the harsh environment.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="521" />
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  <node id="519" name="Wyvern Mountain, Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>A dying tree juts from of the ground at an odd angle, its top caught in the branches of the surrounding pines.  The tree's exposed roots hang halfway off the side of the nearby cliff, putting it in a somewhat precarious position as it clings to the surrounding trees.  Mounds of browning pine needles from the fallen tree litter the forest floor, choking the already sparse foliage.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="518" />
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  <node id="520" name="Wyvern Mountain, Forest Clearing" color="#008000">
    <description>The trees break into a small clearing that sits at the edge of a steep cliff, providing a clear view of the thundering cascade of Wyvern Falls constantly rolling down the face of the mountain.  A patch of daisies grows in the small clearing, surrounded by strands of long green grass.  The remains of a campsite lie in the center of the clearing, a small firepit surrounded on two sides with logs that face the enormous waterfall.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="519" />
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  <node id="521" name="Wyvern Mountain, Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>An animal trail winds down the side of Wyvern Mountain, thick on either side with bushes and undergrowth speckled with lilac.  Several boulders and smaller trees frame the edge of a nearby cliff, which drops off suddenly to the southeast.  The air is rich with the scent of pine needles, the smell clinging longer than usual in the thin mountain air.</description>
    <description>An animal trail winds down the side of Wyvern Mountain, thick on either side with bushes and undergrowth speckled with lilac.  Several boulders and smaller trees cluster near the edge of the path, showing only darkness beyond.  Mineral-rich mist clings heavily to the ground at the base of the trees, giving the air a strong earthy scent and stirring up ghostlike wisps with every breeze.</description>
    <position x="340" y="497" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="518" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="524" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="523" />
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  <node id="522" name="Wyvern Mountain, Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>A small space between two enormous boulders leads to a dead end, blocked off by the steep slope of the mountainside.  Bands of granite run through the cliffside in a variety of sunset colors before turning to grey limestone further up.  Moss and lichen grow heavily in the small space, while the branches of pine trees overhead allow only the occasional dappled ray of light through.</description>
    <description>A small space between two enormous boulders leads to a dead end, blocked off by the steep slope of the mountainside.  The cliffside is shrouded in heavy darkness by the nearby trees, casting long silhouettes that play with the imagination.  Mist clings heavily to the damp area, making strange patterns in the air as it moves listlessly near the ground.</description>
    <position x="340" y="477" z="0" />
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  <node id="523" name="Wyvern Mountain, Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>The ground is sharply angled to follow the mountainside, the branches of several trees brushing against the ground.  Exposed roots tangled in the earthy loam make for a decent trail, packed down by the frquent passage of animals.  Huge boulders litter the surroundings, their surfaces speckled with dots of moss and lichen.</description>
    <position x="320" y="497" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="521" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="524" />
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  <node id="524" name="Wyvern Mountain, Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>Widely spaced at even intervals, a set of four nearly identical cedar trees creates a natural crossroads in the forest's deer trails.  Overhead the branches tangle with each other, creating a crisscross pattern of pine needles.  The forest floor is fairly clean, most of the natural sunlight blocked by the thick pine trees and inhibiting the forest's undergrowth.</description>
    <description>Widely spaced at even intervals, a set of four nearly identical cedar trees creates a natural crossroads in the forest's deer trails.  Overhead the branches tangle with each other, blocking out the dim twilight almost completely and making the crossroads very dark.  The night is alive with sound, crickets chirping and the occasional hoot of an owl echoing across the lonely mountainside.</description>
    <position x="320" y="517" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="521" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="515" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="525" />
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  <node id="525" name="Wyvern Mountain, Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>The forest abruptly stops at the very edge of the clifftop, the trail ending at a large boulder with an enormous drop just past it.  A small patch of golden sun roses grow next to the boulder, soaking up the abundant light at the edge of the forest.  Large evergreen trees grow close together, the dense undergrowth crowding the space between them and blocking any progress in following the cliff edge.</description>
    <position x="300" y="517" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="524" />
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  <node id="526" name="Wyvern Mountain, Crystal Spring" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Water flows steadily through the high mountain rocks, washing down from narrow channels between large boulders that are perfectly smooth on all sides.  Numerous plants surround the natural spring, with small tendrils of Elven ivy growing over the banks and beds of vibrant green moss covering many of the rocks surrounding the spring.  The water is very clear and the pebble-speckled bottom of the spring is quite visible.</description>
    <position x="340" y="377" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="528" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="527" />
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  <node id="527" name="Wyvern Mountain, Crystal Spring" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Steady streams of water filters past the lichen-covered banks, and a constant fine mist clings to the surface of the spring.  A variety of small pebbles cover the bottom of the spring, tumbled clean by the constant motion of the water.  The sound of more rapidly rushing water can be heard from the south, heralding the water's steady flow toward Wyvern Falls.</description>
    <position x="340" y="397" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="528" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="529" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="530" />
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  <node id="528" name="Wyvern Mountain, Crystal Spring" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Water continually flows into the spring from narrow cracks in the rock to the north, fed by the continuous snowmelt from the top of the tall mountain.  Kokona reeds thrive in the stiller parts of the water near the banks, and occasionally dragonflies dart from one to the other.  Softly glowing lichen speckles the nearby banks, illuminating the spring with ten thousands points of yellow light that mimic the star-filled heavens.</description>
    <position x="360" y="397" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="529" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="527" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="526" />
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  <node id="529" name="Wyvern Mountain, Rapids" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The water flows rapidly to the southwest as the spring's water overflows its natural basin, tumbling constantly and cresting white over the rocks.  High cliff walls contain the rapids, narrowing the wide spring into a steadily flowing stream.  Constant spray is thrown into the air by the numerous small boulders, the mist falling back to join the rapids in a steady rain.</description>
    <position x="340" y="417" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="527" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="528" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="531" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="530" />
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  <node id="530" name="Wyvern Mountain, Rapids" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Constant thunderous roaring from the nearby Wyvern Falls fills the air, sounding much like a dragon angrily awakened.  The pull of the water carries small leaves and branches with it, the bits of debris rapidly drifting toward their inexorable fall.  Large plumes of mist are sprayed up through the water, saturating the thin air with its humidity.</description>
    <position x="320" y="417" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="527" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="529" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="531" />
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  <node id="531" name="Wyvern Mountain, Waterfall's Crest" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The rushing water falls suddenly off the steep edge of a cliff, forming a constant stream that drops down the side of Wyvern Mountain in an enormous waterfall.  Constant whitecaps and waves appear and disappear, ever at the mercy of the raging streams.  Large rocks stick up from the rapidly flowing water, giving them the appearance of a steady struggle upstream just to stay in place.</description>
    <position x="320" y="437" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="530" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="529" />
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  <node id="532" name="Shattered Oak, Ranger Guild" note="GL Ranger|Tomma" color="#FF8000">
    <description>Beneath the fallen tree, a hermitage of branches and leaves protects the visitor from the outside world.  Coarsely woven squares of cloth spread atop tufts of dried grass make simple yet comfortable seating.  Above, birds whistle softly as they hop from one perch to another, and the sweet smell of drying herbs drifts gently through the underbrush.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="377" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="533" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="74" />
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  <node id="533" name="Shattered Oak, Work Area" note="Ranger">
    <description>No wider than a water trough and twice the height, this alcove is hardly more than three fallen branches precariously aligned to form a small chamber of green.  Several large bolts of cotton cloth, two clay pots filled to the brim with a green paste and a small canvas sack that holds an assortment of herbs are neatly stacked at the far end.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="377" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="532" />
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  <node id="534" name="Wyvern Mountain, Temple Path">
    <description>A small and well-maintained garden has been built on either side of the pathway, flourishing in the shady space between the tall mountain boulders.  Bright blue violets, scorpion blossoms, and snowdrops grow in abundance, filling the air with a heady scent.  Twin fountains flow on either side of the path, made from natural rocks that spill crystal clear water into perfectly circular ponds.</description>
    <position x="20" y="417" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="535" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go gate" destination="478" />
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  <node id="535" name="Wyvern Mountain, Temple Path">
    <description>Numerous shoots of bamboo frame the small path, blocking most of the view of the surrounding rock and forming a lush green canopy overhead.  Blue paper lanterns hang on poles that follow both sides of the narrow path, casting a serene glow that tinges the area in gentle cerulean hues.  Well-tended herbs grow in stone-lined garden beds, protected from the harsh mountain wind by the hardy bamboo plants.</description>
    <position x="0" y="397" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="534" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="536" />
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  <node id="536" name="Wyvern Mountain, Temple of Serenity">
    <description>A building can be seen past a garden to the north, its elaborately tiered roofs staggered to overlap each other and follow the mountainside.  Lush bamboo grows on either side of the twisting path, the intertwined and gently swaying tops making an ever-present rustling sound.  Green grass grows sheltered by the shoots of bamboo, and the dirt path transitions to tightly interlocked stone.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="397" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="537" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="535" />
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  <node id="537" name="Temple of Serenity, Garden Entrance">
    <description>Detailed stone statuary intertwines with the lacy foliage of this garden, mirroring the pale hue of the temple that rests at its center.  The building's simple, elegant construction is overwhelmed by the intricate carving adorning its facade, from its niche-carved walls to its elaborately tiered roofs, each staggered to overlap the last as they climb upward to embrace the temple's integration into the mountainous terrain.  Luminous in the daylight, the ivory edifice rises to peek above the surrounding tree tops.</description>
    <description>Lacy foliage wends around numerous pallid statuary that blaze with inner light, illuminating the temple that rests at this garden's center.  A sweeping ivory edifice rendered even more luminous by the surrounding shadows, the temple is itself of elegant construction, from its niche-carved walls to its elaborately tiered roofs, each staggered to overlap the last as they climb upward to embrace the building's integration into the mountainous terrain.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="377" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="536" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go door" destination="538" />
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  <node id="538" name="Temple of Serenity, Sanctuary">
    <description>Rendered in burnished gold, the elaborate carvings of the temple's exterior seem to only expand once within its walls, covering the entire ceiling here.  Patterned rice paper set within golden framing serves as interior walls, the warm glow of lanterns on the other side casting distorted silhouettes upon it.  Set into the floor is a lidless, vertically-slitted eye crafted from amber and onyx, its edges limned in inscribed silver.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="357" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="541" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="539" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go door" destination="537" />
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  <node id="539" name="Temple of Serenity, Sanctuary">
    <description>Placid blue streaks across the bottom of the rice paper, as the scene upon it expands to include a multitude of robed figures seated around the banks of a lake, their raised arms meeting golden rays of sunlight.  Carved into the ivory of the opposite wall, a series of fantastically embellished niches holds opened scrolls bearing silver gilt text.  The scent of heavily spiced incense wafts in from the north, bringing with it the soft murmur of footsteps and song.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="357" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="540" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="538" />
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  <node id="540" name="Temple of Serenity, Sanctuary">
    <description>This portion of the chamber is arrayed entirely in shades of gold, from the gilded carving that covers all of the hard surfaces to the intense glow of the illuminated honey-hued rice paper of the interior wall.  The incense is very strong here, suffusing the very air with its thick, nearly intoxicating perfume.  Musical chanting comes clearly from the east, a call and response of wordless tones that evoke the sounds of a gently burbling stream.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="337" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="541" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="539" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go door" destination="542" />
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  <node id="541" name="Temple of Serenity, Podium" note="Niloa" color="#FF0000">
    <description>The walls here, two paper and two stone, are nearly obscured by the many floor-to-ceiling lanterns that line them, washing the eerily-still temple attendants in a saffron light that matches their silken robes.  Mostly Elotheans and Humans, they stand upon the raised platform in the room's center, eyes closed and faces tilted skyward as they chant.  Perfumed smoke filters down from the cloud-carved ivory censers set into the golden sun-patterned ceiling, tickling the senses with rich, spicy notes that play atop an earthy musk base.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="337" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="538" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="540" />
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  <node id="542" name="Temple of Serenity, Meditation Chamber">
    <description>The majority of this chamber consists of large, silver-lined pools filled with shimmering koi.  Slender pathways curve between them, swelling at uneven intervals to accommodate movement around those seated in meditation without causing disruption.  Water cascades down the rippled golden walls, catching in ivory basins before trickling across multitudes of crystalline bells on its way to the ponds below.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="317" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="543" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go door" destination="540" />
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  <node id="543" name="Temple of Serenity, Narrow Hallway">
    <description>The elevated height of this passage alleviates any impressions of tightness engendered by its narrow width.  Tranquil wave patterns wrought in alternating silver and gold stream through the ivory of the walls, the hammered metals catching light from the hanging lanterns to scintillating effect.  Carried in on a soft breeze from some unknown source, the delicate scent of lotus blossoms lingers in the air.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="317" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="544" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="542" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wall" hidden="True" destination="548" />
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  <node id="544" name="Temple of Serenity, Narrow Hallway">
    <description>The ceiling here descends, tapering down to a much more humble scale that stands in striking counterpoint to the grandiosity of its etched silver embellishments.  Set into the ivory walls, hammered golden troughs hold resplendent lotuses floating within crystal clear waters, their pale, unblemished petals illuminated from above.</description>
    <position x="0" y="317" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="543" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go passageway" destination="545" />
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  <node id="545" name="Temple of Serenity, Side Room">
    <description>The heady aroma of dried lotus blossoms mingles with that of the sweet almond oil in the decanters situated upon the low, golden table in this small room's center.  Wooden benches, heavily gilded and lacquered to a flawless sheen, line the elaborately carved walls, providing a place to sit in respite before or after enjoying the adjacent cleansing spring.  A silver serving cart sits near the entry, holding a large golden pitcher.</description>
    <position x="20" y="317" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go passageway" destination="544" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ladder" destination="546" />
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  <node id="546" name="Temple of Serenity, Cleansing Spring">
    <description>The smooth ivory flooring of the room above gives way to a solid gold coating that lines the natural depression created by the spring.  An eye has been carved into the gold along the bottom, its inset amber iris split by the crevice through which the water rises up from within the mountain itself.  Warm enough to melt away tension, the mineral laden water holds a slightly earthy smell that lingers within the resultant steam.</description>
    <position x="20" y="337" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ladder" destination="545" />
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  <node id="547" name="Underground Passage">
    <description>Slender wavy lines have been carved into the ceiling in a meandering pattern, encircling golden disks from which hang a series of red paper lanterns.  The carvings become more complex as they radiate outward, incorporating alchemical symbols and jagged geometric glyphs.  Set into one of the walls, a curving osage door looms, its frame nearly as tall as the passage itself.</description>
    <position x="0" y="297" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="550" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="548" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go osage door" destination="557" />
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  <node id="548" name="Underground Passage">
    <description>Bamboo torches edge the walls, providing such bright light as to blur any details within the stone with their dancing flames.  Cool air from the west brings with it a distinctly floral scent, pricking at the senses.  Moving toward the aroma, the passage widens, opening up into a cavern.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="297" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="547" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="549" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wall" destination="543" />
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  <node id="549" name="Underground Passage, Hidden Garden">
    <description>Six evenly placed skylights, each covered with clear quartz, are cut into the rough stone of this cavern's ceiling, their angled design funneling sunlight down upon carefully tended flora.  Unexpectedly lush, the decorative grasses and hostas are nevertheless overshadowed by a wide variety of irises in a dizzying array of colors.  Even more remarkable, many of the flowers bear blooms of quite unusual size, some nearly dwarfing a dinner plate.</description>
    <description>Slender pathways delineated by spiraling bamboo torches lead between the plantings, casting flickering shadows that dance between the leaves and petals of the fantastically lush flora in this cavern.  Though nearly eclipsed by an abundance of irises of remarkable size and a wide array of colors, decorative grasses and hostas splay outward in artful angles that speak to the careful planning and tending involved in their growth.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="297" z="1" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go bamboo gate" destination="554" />
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  <node id="550" name="Underground Passage">
    <description>Pale paper lanterns reveal a swarm of beetles scrambling across the craggy stone of the ceiling and walls, their shiny, jewel-toned bodies acting as a constantly shifting, living tapestry.  Their versicolored chitin catches in the lantern light as the skittering rainbow horde mills about in an oddly restive fashion, avoiding the floor entirely and appearing to have no interest in leaving their little patch of stone.</description>
    <position x="20" y="297" z="1" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="547" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow door" destination="556" />
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  <node id="551" name="Underground Passage">
    <description>The fossilized skeleton of a large, winged beast is embedded into one of the rocky walls in this long, mostly unadorned tunnel.  Though its left wing is missing entirely, the sheer size of the bones tells of the creature's former glory.  A cluster of footprints overlap one another in the sooty dust beneath the single lantern that hangs from the ceiling, a visible indicator of the high traffic this area must see.</description>
    <position x="40" y="297" z="1" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="552" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="550" />
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  <node id="552" name="Underground Passage">
    <description>The surfaces here have been polished to a smooth sheen in striking counterpoint to the rough-hewn stone to the southwest.  Quartz inclusions glitter brightly in the dim illumination, a scintillating play of light working across walls, floor, and ceiling alike.  Sounds of bustling activity come from the east, where glimpses of robed figures milling about can be seen.</description>
    <position x="60" y="277" z="1" />
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="551" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go cedarwood door" destination="555" />
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  <node id="553" name="Underground Cavern">
    <description>The passage opens dramatically here, terminating in a gargantuan natural cavern.  Carved into the rough stone of the floor, alchemical symbols radiate outward from the towering white marble obelisk that stands in the center, stopping to encircle each of six onyx slabs along the curving walls.  Streams of Elotheans and Humans, all clad from head to toe in saffron silk, move in and out of the chamber, attending to various ritual tasks.</description>
    <position x="80" y="277" z="1" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="552" />
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  <node id="554" name="Temple of Serenity, Guildleader's Study" note="GL Necromancer" color="#FF8000">
    <description>The warm scent of sandalwood peppered with sweet clove and anise infuses this room, generated by the foot-tall sticks of incense within an urn upon a low, curved table.  Vibrant reds and blues mingle with the dominant gold of the color scheme, their eye-catching tones found in the brightly enameled wall decorations as well as the floor's lapis and carnelian inlay.  Brilliant golden rays of sunlight stream in from above, caught and intensified by quartz sheets layered over the skylight channel carved into the stone.</description>
    <description>The warm scent of sandalwood peppered with sweet clove and anise infuses this room, generated by the foot-tall sticks of incense within an urn upon a low, curved table.  Vibrant reds and blues mingle with the dominant gold of the color scheme, their eye-catching tones found in the brightly enameled wall decorations as well as the floor's lapis and carnelian inlay.  Caught and intensified by quartz sheets layered over the skylight channel carved into the stone above, the pallid glow of the stars illuminates this chamber, giving it an unearthly appearance.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="297" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bamboo gate" destination="549" />
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  <node id="555" name="Temple of Serenity, Secluded Library" note="Necromancer Library|Necro Library">
    <description>Dark mahogany walls surround the small but functional room, which is lined on all sides with small bookshelves, each containing neat rows of books.  Gaethzen orbs illuminate the room from overhead, spilling a soft light over the room that's rather easy on the eyes.  A rather elegant return desk next to the front of the room holds a few books to be put away, and comfortable looking suede couches make for a good reading spot.</description>
    <position x="60" y="257" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go cedarwood door" destination="552" />
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  <node id="556" name="Below Wyvern Mountain, Flensing Room">
    <description>Body-sized steel boxes sit atop pedestals near the shelf-lined walls that enclose this adjunct laboratory.  Though set up primarily for stripping flesh from bone, the space retains most of the amenities of the main lab to the west, albeit on a smaller scale.  Twin granite slabs sit between tool carts and cabinets, forming narrow aisles that lead to a long, double basin sink at the back of the room.</description>
    <position x="20" y="277" z="1" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="557" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow door" destination="550" />
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  <node id="557" name="Below Wyvern Mountain, Main Laboratory">
    <description>Spacious and bathed in warm, golden light from a hanging gaethzen sun, the room sports an impressive array of accoutrements for both research and reflection.  Placed around a sunken central drainage collection tub, gleaming bronze stands have been situated next to each of five granite slabs, holding tools both arcane and surgical.  Plush leather lounges flank a burl wood table, set off from the active research area by matching bookcases.</description>
    <position x="0" y="277" z="1" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go osage door" destination="547" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go frost-covered door" destination="558" />
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  <node id="558" name="Cold Laboratory, Hallway" note="Talnoran|Risen Supplies" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Built into the side of the mountain, the narrow hallway winds through walls of solid stone.  Elegant paintings of Shard and the surrounding mountains hang in even intervals, lit by gaethzen orbs that shine brightly.  Narrow panels of clear glass line the bottom half of the walls, filled with snow that keeps the hallway very cold.</description>
    <position x="0" y="257" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="559" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="557" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open electrum door" destination="561" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open silver door" destination="562" />
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  <node id="559" name="Cold Laboratory, Hallway">
    <description>Built into the side of the mountain, the narrow hallway winds through walls of solid stone.  Elegant paintings of Leth Deriel and the surrounding forests hang in even intervals, lit by gaethzen orbs that shine brightly.  Narrow panels of clear glass line the bottom half of the walls, filled with ice floating on a thin layer of bluish water.</description>
    <position x="0" y="247" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="560" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="558" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open electrum door" destination="563" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open silver door" destination="564" />
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  <node id="560" name="Cold Laboratory, Hallway">
    <description>Built into the side of the mountain, the narrow hallway winds through walls of solid stone, ending at a solid wall.  Elegant paintings of the rolling hills and plains west of Shard hang in even intervals, lit by gaethzen orbs that shine brightly.  Narrow panels of clear glass line the bottom half of the walls, filled with extremely cold water from glass pipes that flow in from somewhere unseen.</description>
    <position x="0" y="237" z="1" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="559" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open electrum door" destination="565" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open silver door" destination="566" />
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  <node id="561" 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="-10" y="257" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open door" destination="558" />
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  <node id="562" 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="10" y="257" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open door" destination="558" />
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  <node id="563" 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>
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    <arc exit="go" move="open door" destination="559" />
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  <node id="564" 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="10" y="247" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open door" destination="559" />
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  <node id="565" 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="-10" y="237" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open door" destination="560" />
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  <node id="566" 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="10" y="237" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="open door" destination="560" />
  </node>
  <node id="567" name="Wyvern Mountain, Narrow Track">
    <description>The nearby cliff face juts out into the passageway, making traversing the treacherous mountain trail difficult.  A thin coat of dark amber slime weeps down the surface of the rough shale stone, the foul stench emanating from it divulges that the source of the substance was a young wyvern's gut.  Lumpy pellets comprised of the compacted and desiccated remains of small animals litter the area.</description>
    <position x="200" y="517" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="568" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="570" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb track" destination="480" />
  </node>
  <node id="568" name="Wyvern Mountain, Narrow Track">
    <description>A small murder of crows crowd around a recently abandoned wyvern nest tucked into a rocky alcove above.  Their excited calls dissolve into loud screeching any time one of their number finds a particularly juicy remnant clinging to the bits of wyvern eggshells left behind.</description>
    <position x="220" y="517" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="572" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="569" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="567" />
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  <node id="569" name="Wyvern Mountain, Narrow Track">
    <description>Laden with moisture from the nearby Wyvern Falls, a low and husky fog loiters about the dolomite walls like an unwelcome guest.  A trifling little stream dribbles down a crease in the rockface, the distinct plopping sound of the water drops are barely audible above the murmur of the distant rapids.  Here, some crafty wyvern mothers appear to have taken advantage of the fog to help conceal their nesting sites.</description>
    <position x="220" y="537" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="568" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="572" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="570" />
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  <node id="570" name="Wyvern Mountain, Narrow Track">
    <description>High overhead, a particularly resilient morning glory vine bridges the gap between two opposing rockfaces.  The air is heavy with humidity, though the sweet aroma of the nearby flowers adds a bit of pleasantness to the breeze.  Debris from a trio of demolished wyvern nests sprawls across the space, the fragments of eggshells are trampled under any traveler's step.</description>
    <position x="200" y="537" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="567" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="569" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="571" />
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  <node id="571" name="Wyvern Mountain, Narrow Track">
    <description>The path opens up to a small clearing amongst the rocky cliffs of Wyvern Mountain, a gentle mist from the nearby waterfalls drifting through the area.  The lower half of a freshly hatched wyvern lies tucked against the coarse limestone wall, though whether it was bifurcated by an adventurer or its fellow wyverns remains unclear.</description>
    <position x="220" y="557" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="572" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="570" />
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  <node id="572" name="Wyvern Mountain, Narrow Track">
    <description>Pale deposits of calcium and other minerals draw chalky horizontal lines down the mountain's craggy face.  A trickling of water meanders along the center of the ravine, although the gulch is littered with evidence the water level was once much higher.  Footprints in the loamy dirt along the stream's path establish this as a favorite drinking place for young wyverns.</description>
    <position x="240" y="537" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="569" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="568" />
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  <node id="573" name="The Black Spire, Intercessor Training">
    <description>Thick training mats cover the entire floor, with indentations along them the size of feet and occasionally bodies.  Two pairs of gaethzen spheres light the room, and each has a disjointed white circular disc bisected along the diagonal placed upon the grey stone wall between them.</description>
    <position x="380" y="-203" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="574" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="629" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="630" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go iron door" destination="443" />
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  <node id="574" name="The Black Spire, Intercessor Training">
    <description>A shallow, circular pit filled with dirt and sand is the most prominent feature of this segment of the training rooms.  Small piles of wooden training weapons are stacked neatly on one side of the makeshift arena.  Two pairs of gaethzen spheres light the room, and each has a disjointed white circular disc bisected along the diagonal placed upon the grey stone wall between them.</description>
    <position x="380" y="-223" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="573" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="630" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="629" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="631" />
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  <node id="575" name="Wyvern Mountain, Ridgeline Valley">
    <description>A sudden drop in the path's elevation parallels a large depression in the ridgeline of Wyvern Mountain.  Something wet and organic blankets the sloping path, evidenced by the squishy sound produced with each step upon its surface.  Occasionally, drops of water can be heard plinking down upon the stone as gravity urges them downward.</description>
    <description>A sudden drop in the path's elevation parallels a large depression in the ridgeline of Wyvern Mountain.  Verdant moss blankets the sloping path, every step upon its surface releasing a wet, squishy sound.  Drops of water can be seen trailing down amongst the muck and moss as gravity urges them downward.</description>
    <position x="120" y="637" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="579" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go small pool" destination="466" />
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  <node id="576" name="Wyvern Mountain, Ridgeline Valley">
    <description>The pungent odor of decay permeates the area, intensified by the dark, stagnant air.  Fetid goo cakes the base of a skeleton whose bones are tangled with tattered straps of leather.</description>
    <description>The pungent odor of decay permeates the area, seemingly intensified by the humid environment.  Wyvern tracks mark the fetid goo caked at the base of the skeleton of a pack mule.  Tattered remnants of the yoke and tack once used to hitch the creature to a wagon are tangled amongst its frayed bones.</description>
    <position x="160" y="637" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="577" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="578" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="579" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="575" />
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  <node id="577" name="Wyvern Mountain, Ridgeline Valley">
    <description>Shrill calls pierce the darkness as adolescent wyverns circle menacingly above.  Concealed by a low fog that snakes its way along the trail, holes dot the landscape, threatening to turn the unwary traveler into easy prey for the wyverns that claim this as their territory.</description>
    <description>Deep calls reverberate through the area as adolescent wyverns stake their claims amongst the mountain's bluffs.  The short brush along the trail shows evidence of being plundered for nest building materials, and holes dot the landscape where plants have been uprooted and carried off entirely.  Despite the ransacking of the developed vegetation, new sprouts persistently emerge from the soil.</description>
    <position x="200" y="637" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="578" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="576" />
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  <node id="578" name="Wyvern Mountain, Ridgeline Valley">
    <description>Isolated from its neighbors, a boulder looms forebodingly over the path like an ancient tombstone.  Two reptilian skeletons guard its base, their indistinct forms appearing to coalesce into that of a hydra in the darkness.</description>
    <description>Isolated from its neighbors, a weathered boulder looms forebodingly over the path like an ancient tombstone.  Two adolescent wyvern skeletons rest at its base, frozen in the throes of combat.  Though their bones appear to have been here for some time, their brutal claws and teeth remain lodged in the scaly hides of one another.</description>
    <position x="180" y="657" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="579" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="576" />
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  <node id="579" name="Wyvern Mountain, Ridgeline Valley">
    <description>Rugged boulders form hulking silhouettes against the night sky.  Occasionally, the breeze creates a rasping noise as it briefly reanimates swathes of scaly skin caught on nearby brambles.</description>
    <description>The dolomite boulders flanking the wide path have taken on an unusually glossy texture, their surfaces polished smooth where the maturing wyverns have rubbed against them.  Translucent swathes of scaly skin festoon the brambles lining the trail.</description>
    <position x="140" y="657" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="576" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="575" />
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  <node id="580" name="Sheltered Valley, Streambed" note="Sheltered Valley">
    <description>A break in the forest provides a view of sharp valley cliffs stretching upward on either side of a swiftly moving streambed.  A path leads further up the valley.</description>
    <description>A sudden break in the thick pine forest provides a breathtaking view from the bottom of the valley.  Sharp crags on either side of the valley are lined with steppe scrub -- wildflower and hardy grass thinning as the elevation and incline rises.  Fed from snowmelt in the distance, a clear stream winds down, burbling around smooth stones.  A path leads further up the valley.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="137" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="581" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go subtle trail" destination="134" />
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  <node id="581" name="Sheltered Valley, Streambed">
    <description>The water curves with a gentle bend, and a length of fallen tree emerges from the banks. To the north, a small clearing looks somehow out of place, flickering slightly as if you had blinked for a moment.</description>
    <description>Curving around a gentle bend, the water cuts an arc along the bank, depositing sand and dried chaparral from upstream.  A length of fallen tree, stripped of branches, emerges from the sand, inviting the weary traveler to sit and reflect.  To the north, a small clearing looks somehow out of place, the foliage orderly and the rocks lining the riverbank forming a clear dividing line between the steppe and the waters.  The clearing slightly flickers, as though you blinked a moment.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="117" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="582" />
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  <node id="582" name="Sheltered Valley, Small Clearing">
    <description>The natural setting here is strangely ordered, the clearing stretching outward in an oddly flat and lush field.  A stream demarks the eastern border, and an almost exact line separates the uneven and rough terrain to the south.  Wildflowers grow here, and the stream flows smoothly.</description>
    <description>While no sign of civilization is evident, the natural setting is strangely ordered. The clearing stretches outward in an oddly flat and lush, almost landscaped field, the stream demarking the eastern border and an almost exact line separating uneven and rough terrain to the south. Pristine wildflowers grow here, explosions of color gently waving in the persistent breeze, cutting the cool air with a subtle sweetness. The stream flows smoothly, so utterly without turbulence it appears motionless.</description>
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    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="585" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="583" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="584" />
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  <node id="583" name="Sheltered Valley, Small Clearing">
    <description>Wound in ivy and moss, a short, wide cairn marks the corner of the clearing, the grass hugging the lower stones.  Thirteen spent candles are placed randomly around the surface of the rockpile, melted wax hardened between the cracks of the stone, burnt wicks cold and black.  A pall of disquiet grips the area, and despite the breeze, everything is strangely silent.</description>
    <description>Wound in ivy and moss, a short, wide cairn marks the corner of the clearing, the grass hugging the lower stones.  The scent of sage and lavender wafts around you, and thirteen spent candles are placed randomly around the surface of the rockpile, melted wax hardened between the cracks of the stone, burnt wicks cold and black.  A pall of disquiet grips the area, and despite the breeze, everything is strangely silent.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="97" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="585" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="582" />
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  <node id="584" name="Sheltered Valley, Small Clearing">
    <description>Neatly ordered, a series of tilled rectangular plots expose rich loamy soil cut from the green brush and wildflowers.  Though the plots fill the area with a richly aromatic scent of damp earth, no weed or vine grows within their borders.</description>
    <description>Neatly ordered, a series of tilled rectangular plots expose rich loamy soil cut from the green brush and wildflowers.  A few old posts stand in the corners of some of the plots, and discarded fence boards lay scattered, splintering against time and the elements.  Though the plots fill the area with a richly aromatic scent of damp earth, no weed or vine grows within their borders.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="77" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="582" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="583" />
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  <node id="585" name="Sheltered Valley, Small Clearing">
    <description>The beginnings of a gravel path start here and dissipate into a few scattered pebbles to the north after a few feet, the clearing surrendering to the steppe and broken, uneven ground and scattered scrub.  The scent of sage and lavender wafts from the southwest, a vague shimmer in the direction of the cairn.  To the east, the brook widens to a nearly circular pool.</description>
    <description>The beginnings of a gravel path start here and dissipate into a few scattered pebbles to the north after a few feet, the clearing surrendering to the steppe and broken, uneven ground and scattered scrub.  The scent of sage and lavender wafts from the southwest, a vague shimmer in the direction of the cairn.  To the east, the brook widens to a nearly circular pool, deep and smooth, lined with broad flat, bench-like boulders.  Large red and yellow carp patrol the pool, and a single gap in the embankment allows drainage downstream.</description>
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="582" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="586" />
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  <node id="586" name="Sheltered Valley, Strange Clearing">
    <description>Almost buried completely in ivy and moss, a short, wide cairn marks the corner of the clearing, the grass providing wide berth around the lower stones.  Smoke wafts from within the cairn, carrying the scent of sage and lavender, and thirteen unflickering lit candles, placed randomly around the surface of the rockpile, remain unconsumed as they burn.</description>
    <description>Almost buried completely in ivy and moss, a short, wide cairn marks the corner of the clearing, the grass providing wide berth around the lower stones.  Smoke wafts from within the cairn, carrying the scent of sage and lavender, and thirteen unflickering lit candles, placed randomly around the surface of the rockpile, remain unconsumed as they burn.  Gentle whispers can be heard along the winds, though you cannot identify their source.</description>
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="588" />
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  <node id="587" name="Sheltered Valley, Strange Clearing">
    <description>The natural setting is extremely ordered.  The clearing stretches outward in an oddly flat and lush, perfectly square, landscaped field.  The stream demarks the eastern border, and an almost exact line separates uneven and rough terrain to the south.  The stream flows smoothly, periodically stopping entirely as droplets briefly hang a few feet above the surface before gently raining back down like a brief spring shower.</description>
    <description>While no sign of civilization is evident, the natural setting is extremely ordered.  The clearing stretches outward in an oddly flat and lush, perfectly square, landscaped field.  The stream demarks the eastern border, and an almost exact line separates uneven and rough terrain to the south.  Pristine wildflowers grow here, explosions of color gently waving in the persistent breeze, cutting the cool air with a subtle sweetness.  The stream flows smoothly, periodically stopping entirely as droplets briefly hang a few feet above the surface before gently raining back down like a brief spring shower.</description>
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    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="588" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="589" />
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  <node id="588" name="Sheltered Valley, Strange Clearing" note="Farmhouse">
    <description>Seated on a broad foundation of rough, flat, stone, a thick timbered, modest farmhouse with wide windows sits at the end of a short gravel path, while the scent of sage and lavender comes from the southwest, a vague shimmer in the direction of the cairn.  The scent of fresh baked bread fills the air, and to the east, the brook widens to a circular pool, deep and smooth, lined with broad bench-like boulders, softly steaming with the heat of underground hotsprings.</description>
    <description>Seated on a broad foundation of rough, flat, stone, a thick timbered, modest farmhouse with wide windows sits at the end of a short gravel path, while the scent of sage and lavender comes from the southwest, a vague shimmer in the direction of the cairn.  A stone chimney rises from the western wall, thin plumes of smoke gently wafting in the breeze.  Drying herbs hang under the covered porch, and near the door, a waterskin hangs from a nail next to a simple bench.  The scent of fresh baked bread fills the air, and to the east, the brook widens to a circular pool, deep and smooth, lined with broad bench-like boulders, softly steaming with the heat of underground hotsprings.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="583" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="589" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go door" destination="590" />
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  <node id="589" name="Sheltered Valley, Strange Clearing">
    <description>Neatly ordered, a series of tilled rectangular plots expose rich loamy soil arranged into perfect rows bearing lush rosettes sprouting at regularly spaced intervals.  A pair of watering cans lean against one of the fenceposts, and the breeze bears the scent of damp soil and root vegetables.</description>
    <description>Neatly ordered, a series of tilled rectangular plots expose rich loamy soil arranged into perfect rows bearing lush rosettes sprouting at regularly spaced intervals.  A low wooden fence separates the plots from the wildlands, too low to serve any purpose other than adornment.  A pair of watering cans lean against one of the fenceposts, and the breeze bears the scent of damp soil and root vegetables.</description>
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="586" />
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  <node id="590" name="Sheltered Valley, Farmstead">
    <description>The tight joinery of the farm's walls has been tastefully covered by hanging tapestries bearing simple geometric patterns and celestial symbols, pressings of leaves and preserved insects, and just a few too many carefully nurtured potted plants.  A brass telescope next to the northern window, and a stack of fresh paper and charcoal sticks resting on a writing desk next to the southern window.  At the center of the room on a thick wooden table rests a basket of thick bread.</description>
    <description>The tight joinery of the farm's walls has been tastefully covered by hanging tapestries bearing simple geometric patterns and celestial symbols, pressings of leaves and preserved insects, and just a few too many carefully nurtured potted plants.  A wide hearth crackles merrily, warming the space against the chill of the steppe, and gaethzen lamps illuminate the corners and rafters.  Broad open windows provide a full view of the mountains and surroundings, and a few simple rocking chairs face different windows, a brass telescope next to the northern window, and a stack of fresh paper and charcoal sticks resting on a writing desk next to the southern window.  At the center of the room on a thick wooden table rests a basket of thick bread.  Books are scattered throughout the cabin, although there is no bookshelf.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go door" destination="588" />
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  <node id="591" name="Sheltered Valley, Farmstead" note="Old Man" color="#FF8000">
    <description>The eastern wall of the farm is largely open, affording an expansive view of the steppe and hot springs.  A simple workbench and counter stands next to a modest ice chest and wide basin.  Atop the workbench, bars of soap on wax paper sit next to a basin of clean water and an open box of organized surgical tools.  A weatherproofed cabinet displays alchemical tools, holding a small collection of clear and brown jars.</description>
    <description>The eastern wall of the farm is largely open, affording an expansive view of the steppe and hot springs.  A simple workbench and counter stands next to a modest ice chest and wide basin, sheltered by a wide awning providing shade.  Atop the workbench, bars of soap on wax paper sit next to a basin of clean water and an open box of organized surgical tools.  A weatherproofed cabinet displays alchemical tools gathering dust in the other corner, holding a small collection of clear and brown jars sealed with soft lead.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="77" z="1" />
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  <node id="592" name="Wyvern Trail, Climbing Path">
    <description>Although it barely clings to the side of the cliff in some places, the trail still manages to allow passage up the craggy side of the plateau.  Trees sink deep roots into the rocks in an attempt to stay upright.</description>
    <position x="560" y="597" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="593" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb path" destination="365" />
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  <node id="593" name="Wyvern Trail, Twisted Ledge">
    <description>A brief respite from the sheer verticality of the route is provided by a narrow ledge that juts out from the surrounding rocks.  A few small shrubs have established themselves in the shadows of the overhanging cliff.</description>
    <position x="540" y="597" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="594" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go arched opening" destination="606" />
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  <node id="594" name="Wyvern Trail, Narrow Ledge">
    <description>Wedged into a crevice, a large flat rock that fell from above now allows for relatively safe passage along the side of the cliff.  A random scattering of rocks and debris testifies to possiblity of further falls.</description>
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    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="593" />
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  <node id="595" name="Wyvern Trail, Narrow Ledge">
    <description>Jumbled together in a random grouping, a pile of boulders rests atop a much larger rock jutting out from the bluff.  Winding amongst the rocks, a barely visible path allows for passage through the rubble of past landslides.</description>
    <position x="480" y="577" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="596" />
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  <node id="596" name="Wyvern Trail, Rockslide">
    <description>Masses of rock and mud have cascaded down from above, blocking passage further east along the cliffside.  Fortunately, a steep trail bypasses the blockage and gives access to the plateau above.  Little vegetation survived when the earth slipped but a few small shrubs still cling to the cliff on the edges of the landslide.</description>
    <position x="460" y="577" z="0" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="595" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb trail" destination="597" />
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  <node id="597" name="Wyvern Plateau, Narrow Crevice">
    <description>Cutting deep into the edge of the plateau, a narrow crevice cleaves downward towards the precipice.  Right at the drop-off, a steep trail begins and zigzags down the cliff face towards the forest below.</description>
    <position x="440" y="557" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="600" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="598" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb trail" destination="596" />
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  <node id="598" name="Wyvern Plateau, Grassland">
    <description>Grassland stretches endlessly out from the plateau's edge, rippling in the wind.  Only a very few stumpy trees rise above the vegetation, their branches gnarled by the ever-present breeze.</description>
    <position x="460" y="557" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="602" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="601" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="597" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="599" />
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  <node id="599" name="Wyvern Plateau, Grassland">
    <description>Grassland stretches out from the edges of the plateau, a mass of undulating greenery that effectively hides the rocky soil beneath.  Songbirds dart amongst the stems, their melodious voices rising above the susurration of the swaying leaves.</description>
    <position x="440" y="537" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="598" />
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  <node id="602" name="Wyvern Plateau, Grassland">
    <description>Grassland stretches out from the edges of the plateau, the thick growth almost hiding a winding trail that snakes towards a small vale cupped within the rocky outcrop.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="598" />
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  <node id="603" name="Wyvern Plateau, Grassy Vale">
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  <node id="604" name="Wyvern Plateau, Grassy Vale">
    <description>The meandering streamlet eventually peters out into nothingness, its moisture dispersing amongst the thirsty grasses.  A few stray boulders mark the edge of the plateau, providing some warning of the plunge into the surrounding forest lurking below.</description>
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  <node id="605" name="Wyvern Plateau, Grassy Vale">
    <description>Ending rather abruptly, the tiny stream drains away into a crevice, disappearing completely into the rocks of the plateau without a trace.  Not far from the crevice, the plateau itself ends in a sheer drop off to the forest far, far below.</description>
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  <node id="606" name="Wyvern Plateau, Opening">
    <description>Overhead the rocks meet in an arch that extends into a gorge that opens up to the sky.  In contrast to the outer trail, the walls are lush with vegetation that grows in the seeping rocks.  The accumulated moisture pools on the floor and then disappears into a narrow crack, flowing into some unknown subterreanean passage.</description>
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  <node id="607" name="Wyvern Trail, Grotto">
    <description>Glimpses of the sky are visible above, fleeting glances only available when the sheer rocks of the grotto widen enough to allow them.  Luxuriant plant life runs riot over the cliffs, sending roots and tendrils deep into the seeping rock faces.  Small pools and puddles run along the bottom of the grotto before combining into a small trickle that wends its way towards the grotto's exit.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="608" />
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  <node id="608" name="Wyvern Trail, Grotto">
    <description>A small spring gurgles out of the curving western wall, a thicket of ferns clustered close to its banks.  Tiny pawprints lead to and from the pool but are such a confused jumble that it is impossible to determine what creature made them.</description>
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  <node id="609" name="Wyvern Trail, Grotto">
    <description>Sheer sandstone walls loom above the thicket of shrubs and low trees that crowd the sodden ground.  The verdant leaves and vines drip with moisture with an occasional *plop* as a droplet falls into a puddle being the only sound that resonates in the area.</description>
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="611" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="608" />
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  <node id="610" name="Wyvern Trail, Grotto">
    <description>Thick tree trunks rise from the damp soil, their bark almost completely covered in deep growths of greenish moss.  Vines snake from branch to branch, their lush foliage helping to further obscure vision within the grotto.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="607" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="611" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="609" />
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  <node id="611" name="Wyvern Trail, Grotto">
    <description>Willow saplings crowd the center of the grotto, sinking their roots into the dirt, crumbled rock, and pools of water that form the ground of the rocky crevice.  The dense copse of trees almost completely obscures the sky, but a few game trails wend between the swaying trunks.</description>
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    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="612" />
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  <node id="612" name="Wyvern Trail, Grotto">
    <description>Seeping rock walls meet in a sharp corner where a small pool has formed.  It must have an underground outflow, as no stream or even trickle of water exits the muddy banks.  Tracks of unknown animals almost completely cover the muddy ground, the sheer numbers of them serving to obscure their owner's identity.</description>
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  <node id="613" name="Wyvern Trail, Hollow">
    <description>Sandstone walls open into a small hollow within the larger ravine that runs into the plateau.  Tiny rivulets of water trickle down the walls, providing the water necessary to keep alive the lush vegetation that fills the hollow.  A few industrious vines have bridged the gap between the walls, their leaves dripping with condensation.</description>
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  <node id="614" name="Wyvern Trail, Hollow">
    <description>A small pool has formed at the base of the sandstone walls, its waters gathered from the seepage that drips down from the rocky cliffs and condenses on the leaves of the trees.  A lush carpet of ferns covers the damp ground between the tree trunks, and moss cloaks the bark on the trees.</description>
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  <node id="615" name="Wyvern Trail, Hollow">
    <description>A dense stand of willows nearly fills this part of the gorge, their dense foliage and leaves threaded throughout with a network of game trails.  Tiny pawprints cover the damp ground of the trails, their sheer number making identification almost impossible.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="613" />
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  <node id="616" name="Shambling Weald, Gap">
    <description>Dim light from the passage filters through the foliage, illuminating an opening in the forest that's barely wide enough for a Gor'Tog to pass through.  The sounds of animals and insects come from the underbrush, along with other, unidentifiable sounds.</description>
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  <node id="617" name="Shambling Weald, Wildwood">
    <description>Raucous calls of birds ring out overhead from the unseen sky.  Vines and creepers dangle from the soaring canopy which stretches far above the shrubs and saplings of the forest floor.</description>
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  <node id="618" name="Shambling Weald, Glade">
    <description>Standing tall and straight in the forest opening, a mighty durmast stretches skyward, its spreading branches reaching like outstretched arms to the surrounding forest.  The opening in the canopy allows for grass to struggle with the ever-present vines and shrubs.</description>
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    <description>Growing up over a clump of saplings and shrubs, a particularly exuberant creeper has all but obscured one path through the woods here.  Further paths are less overgrown, and show evidence of being used by something, although the tracks are not quite like any animal recorded.</description>
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="622" />
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  <node id="620" name="Shambling Weald, Wildwood">
    <description>Fallen leaves lie like forgotten children's toys along the forest trail, tattered and strewn about with the passage of animals.  The faint scent of decaying foliage lingers in the air, everpresent beneath the smell of the forest.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="619" />
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  <node id="621" name="Shambling Weald, Wildwood">
    <description>Seeping from the ground, a tiny spring burbles within the forest, its waters making the area more humid while providing a source of moisture for delicate plants.  One bank of the pool shows signs that the waters are also used by the forest's denizens as welcome refreshment.</description>
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  <node id="622" name="Shambling Weald, Wildwood">
    <description>The game trails that wend their way through the heavy undergrowth come together long enough to split apart again.  The rustle of leaves gives evidence of something lurking just beyond sight, but nothing gives any clue as to the unknown creature's identity.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="620" />
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    <description>Falling like a curtain from the canopy, a wall of vines has interwoven itself so tightly that it blocks further passage in some directions.  Game trails twist their way through the rest of the trees, joining and parting like a meandering stream.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="618" />
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  <node id="624" name="Shambling Weald, Durmast Branches">
    <description>Broad branches provide a safe place to escape the crowded forest floor with its dangerous creatures and cloying vegetation.  Unfortunately, further progress up the tree is blocked by a heavy growth of vines and creepers that has so intermingled that it is like a living wall.</description>
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb durmast trunk" destination="618" />
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  <node id="625" name="Shambling Weald, Thicket">
    <description>Underbrush crowds up against the taller trees, almost choking out any passage.  Forest creatures, however, have left their mark and a few twisting passages allow for travel deeper within the wilderness.</description>
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    <arc exit="go" move="go tangled path" destination="619" />
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  <node id="626" name="Shambling Weald, Thicket">
    <description>The stench of something rotting suffuses the air, cloying and fetid at the same time.  Along with the onmipresent fetor, the trail is swarming with flies and other hovering insects, drawn to the odor like hummingbirds to flowers.</description>
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="627" />
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  <node id="627" name="Shambling Weald, Thicket">
    <description>The trail takes a sharp turn at a rocky outcrop that emerges from the surrounding forest, its sides too steep and rocky to allow much vegetation to grow.  A few creepers, however, have managed to secure a foothold and have begun their work of insinuating roots into the slabs.</description>
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  <node id="628" name="Shambling Weald, Thicket">
    <description>Sheer cliffs rise out of the trees, blocking further passage even more emphatically than the constricting vegetation.  Even the most vigorous vines have been unable to secure purchase in the hard rocks, which offer no openings for foot or root.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="627" />
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  <node id="629" name="The Black Spire, Intercessor Training">
    <description>Ropes and cables drape and hang from the ceilings and snake across the area to sturdy bolts sunk into the masonry walls.  Thick mats cover the floor, cushioning any falls from the adventurous users of the training equipment. Subdued lighting comes from the gaethzen spheres scattered about the space.</description>
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="574" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="630" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rope" destination="632" />
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  <node id="630" name="The Black Spire, Intercessor Training">
    <description>Jutting out from the walls are a number of metal bars running parallel to the walls, each set at a different height.  The varied elevations allow for easy training by those of differing statures.  A bowl of powdered chalk stands off to one side, providing an aid for sweaty grips.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="573" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="574" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="631" />
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  <node id="631" name="The Black Spire, Intercessor Training">
    <description>Weights are stacked neatly against the walls, standing ready for whoever or whatever next wants to work on the ability to lift heavy masses.  Deep gouges on the floor testify to occasional misadventures in the past.</description>
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="574" />
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    <description>Dusty cobwebs traverse this corner of the ceiling, which is shrouded in shadows.  A rugged bolt anchors a thick hempen rope that dangles down to the floor.</description>
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  <label text="----------------------">
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  <label text="Premium Storm Bulls">
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  <label text="Beltunumshi">
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