Map4_Crossing_West_Gate.xml

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<zone name="Crossing West Gate" id="4">
  <node id="1" name="Mycthengelde, Flatlands">
    <description>Well-worn paths lead through a grove of trees to a gate in The Crossing's western wall.  Now and again you hear birds calling to one another in the branches, or the bustling of a merchant's cart as it makes its way past.  A handful of adventurers nod at you in greeting as they make their way into town.  An aromatic mix of wildflowers mingles with wyndwood, oak and juniper trees as the grove stretches north and south, while to the west, you can see grassy flatlands through a small clearing.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="2" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go western gate" destination="14" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="16" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow trail" destination="220" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb town wall" destination="266" />
  </node>
  <node id="2" name="Mycthengelde, Flatlands" note="RTZ04|RT-XW-KC" color="#C2B280">
    <description>The path winds through a thick grove of trees running north and south along the walls of The Crossing.  The pleasant smell of flowers mixed with damp earth permeates the air, and birds sing cheerfully from their homes in the foliage.  Directly south, the trees part to reveal a grassy expanse stretching towards a low series of hills.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="1" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="3" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stone pillars" destination="268" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb town wall" destination="267" />
  </node>
  <node id="3" name="Mycthengelde, Flatlands">
    <description>Several low-growing shrubs dance in the wind that rolls across the grassy plains.  The tight forest grove which spreads to the north tapers and disappears behind an expansive knoll cresting to the west.  Southward, you can see a series of low hills.</description>
    <description>You brush against low-growing shrubs as you make your way through the darkness.  The shadowy silhouette of the forest grove tapers northward and disappears behind what looks like a wall of black to the west.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="2" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="10" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="4" />
  </node>
  <node id="4" name="Mycthengelde, Flatlands">
    <description>The sound of boughs dancing in the wind provide rhythmic accompaniment to the dried leaves crunching beneath your feet.  As you travel the northern edge of the Mycthengelde, you are struck by the changing temperature on the trail.  Nearest the trees, the air is cool and moist, while the occasional breeze from the plains is arid.</description>
    <description>Tree boughs swaying overhead appear to sweep the stars from the sky from time to time.  Dried leaves on the trail crunch beneath your feet in the darkness.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="3" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="5" />
  </node>
  <node id="5" name="Mycthengelde, Flatlands">
    <description>Level ground gives way to a slow incline, and the occasional juniper and spreading oak are all that adorn the otherwise featureless plain.  Irregular patches of flowering dirdel provide pockets of color in the endless green landscape which stretches north, west and south.</description>
    <description>Level ground gives way to a slow incline, and the occasional juniper and spreading oak loom like shadows upon the otherwise featureless plain.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="4" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="6" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go jade tower" destination="472" />
  </node>
  <node id="6" name="Mycthengelde, Flatlands" note="RTZ05|RT-XW-WC" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Droplets of perspiration dot your brow as you travel northward on the plain.  A section of grass has been sheared away, leaving nothing but hard-packed earth.  A dry breeze blows by, offering little refreshment.  </description>
    <description>Several constellations twinkle in the sky above as you travel the Mycthengelde.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="5" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="7" />
  </node>
  <node id="7" name="Mycthengelde, Flatlands">
    <description>Just to the north, a gentle knoll crests above the unremarkable flatness of the Mycthengelde, obscuring your view in that direction.  Here and there, the grasses have been trampled and matted, though you can't discern any real path through the area.  A ring-tailed pheasant suddenly launches from its hiding place in the grasses and vaults clumsily skyward.</description>
    <description>Just to the north, a gentle knoll crests above the unremarkable flatness of the Mycthengelde, obscuring a portion of the starlit sky.  Here and there, the grasses have been trampled and matted, though you can't discern any real path through the area.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="8" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="6" />
  </node>
  <node id="8" name="Mycthengelde, Knoll">
    <description>The slope of the knoll drops away to reveal a steep hollow etched into the plain.  A delightful little lake at the hollow's center is surrounded by vividly-colored flowers and curious trees which glint as if made of metal.  The northern edge of the hollow is ringed by a thick forest which curves along its far slope before curling into the hollow's western edge amidst a dense bank of fog.  Southward, the hollow rises softly to meet the Mycthengelde.</description>
    <description>The slope of the knoll drops away to reveal a steep hollow etched into the plain.  A dark patch of shimmering water lies at the hollow's center, surrounded by curious trees which glint in the moonlight as if made of metal.  The northern edge of the hollow is ringed by a dark stand of trees.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="9" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="7" />
  </node>
  <node id="9" name="Mycthengelde, Knoll">
    <description>Here at the highest point of the knoll, you can see clearly in every direction.  Far to the south, a series of low hills mark the southern horizon, while to the southeast you glimpse part of The Crossing's western wall.  Trees seem to stretch endlessly to the east and north, fringing the level area of the Mycthengelde and curling into a foggy area near the westernmost rim of the hollow.</description>
    <description>Here at the highest point of the knoll, you are met by a cool breeze rising up from the hollow.  Tiny fireflies meander through the darkness, congregating more heavily near the shimmering trees and moonlit lake.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="rt south" destination="8" />
    <arc exit="go" move="rt go rough trench" destination="15" />
  </node>
  <node id="10" name="Mycthengelde, Flatlands">
    <description>Patches of thistle grow tall along the trail, waving softly in the breeze.  You stumble across some wild-growing almagarus flowers, their deep red petals a sharp contrast to the seemingly endless carpet of green.  Now and again you can see a group of travelers making their way north towards The Crossing, while the undulating vista of the Siergelde is visible to the southwest, breaking the otherwise flat horizon.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="3" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="11" />
  </node>
  <node id="11" name="Mycthengelde, Flatlands">
    <description>A depression in the ground nearly causes you to stumble.  On closer examination, you discover it is a shallow trough plowed into the soil.  Its subtle lines, marked by differing heights in the grass, suggest it was an irrigation ditch at a time when this had been a farming area.  The walls of The Crossing rise to the east, disappearing behind a grove of trees.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="10" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="12" />
  </node>
  <node id="12" name="Mycthengelde, Flatlands">
    <description>Tall grasses sway gently in a soothing breeze.  Tiny field mice dart about an old log lying nearby, and the throaty call of an emerald pheasant reaches you from the distance.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="11" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="13" />
  </node>
  <node id="13" name="Mycthengelde, Flatlands">
    <description>Wispy clouds streak the azure sky, their shadows rolling across the dew-kissed grasses at your feet.  You detect movement in the tall reeds, but can't quite make out the tiny creature which skitters to avoid your footfalls.  To the southwest, the Siergelde rises gently amidst spreading trees and a variety of shrubs.</description>
    <description>A myriad of stars sparkle clearly in the night sky.  Tall reeds of wild grass brush against your legs as you progress through this quiet clearing.  To the southwest, the sky is obliterated by the black outline of the Siergelde.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="12" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="342" />
  </node>
  <node id="14" name="The Crossing, Western Gate" note="Map1_Crossing.xml|Crossing|W Gate">
    <description>Camels, oxen, and mules compete with Elves, Gor'Togs, and Humans to pass through the narrow gate which breaches the stone wall between town and the western reaches.  The lowing of animals, and the bellowing of irate travelers become almost indistinguishable the more you listen.  After a few minutes, so do the unmistakable odors of unwashed sojourners and domestic beasts of burden.  It begins to dawn on you why folks are anxious to pass through customs, whatever the cost, as quickly as possible.</description>
    <position x="20" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go western gate" destination="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stone stairs" destination="14" />
  </node>
  <node id="15" name="Laakvor" note="Map2_Lake_of_Dreams.xml|Lake of Dreams">
    <description>At the base of the eastern slope of this hollow, the grasses are a deep, emerald green.  Tall stalks of lovely bell-shaped flowers in brilliant hues of pink, red, and purple grow along a lightly-trodden path that winds west toward some silvery trees.  The air is cool and invigorating, and the plush carpet beneath your feet makes each footfall a delight.</description>
    <description>At the base of the eastern slope of this hollow, the grasses are deep and moist.  The moonlight reveals lovely stalks of bell-shaped flowers growing along a lightly-trodden path that winds west toward some silvery trees.  The air is cool and invigorating, and the plush carpet beneath your feet makes each footfall a delight.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="-120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" />
    <arc exit="go" move="rt go rough trench" destination="9" />
  </node>
  <node id="16" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>An endless vista of meadows and grasslands stretches out to the west, traveled by this meandering dirt road compacted to a hard surface by years of trekking feet, hooves and wheels.  A path leads to the bustling gate of the Crossing to the east.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="17" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go well-worn path" destination="1" />
  </node>
  <node id="17" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>A covered merchant's wagon trundles eastward, toward the high walls of the Crossing which are barely visible above their surrounding treetops.  The Gor'Tog merchant gives you a polite nod as he urges his horses on at an eager pace.  Meadows stretch out from either side of the path as far as the eye can see.</description>
    <description>The faint rustle of trees is the predominant sound here.  Occasionally a shriek from the nearby Crossing is carried on the wind, but whether it is laughter or some fool meeting a painful death you cannot tell.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="16" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="18" />
  </node>
  <node id="18" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>The road makes a slight bend through the grassy meadows brightened with sunny yellow creeping buttercup and milkweed pods bursting with snowy white fluff.</description>
    <description>The sickly sweet smell of buttercups and other flowers fills the air.  The crunching sound underfoot announces your presence to everyone and everything else in the vicinity.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="17" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="19" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="43" />
  </node>
  <node id="19" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>Gently rolling pastureland stretches for miles on all sides.  Only the occasional vreeland tree, gravid with fruit, stands out from the expanse of slowly swaying grass.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="18" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="20" />
  </node>
  <node id="20" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>This sheltered knoll is dominated by a massive vreeland pear tree, leaning precariously to one side, its roots half-exposed but hale and hearty for all that.  Tufts of purple variwinkles surround it, swirling deliciously in the cool breeze.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="19" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="21" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb pear tree" destination="403" />
  </node>
  <node id="21" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>Snake grass undulates slowly underfoot in a soft, constant breeze, grasping without thought at your ankles.  The hint of a windchime peals delicately to the southwest behind a small hillock, while to the north you see a large tree angled as though it will fall over in a few minutes time.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="20" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="22" />
  </node>
  <node id="22" name="Grassland Road, Hillock">
    <description>From the top of this small rise a checkerboard carpet of crops, orchards and lush pastureland stretches out luxuriously on all sides before your gaze -- save to the south.  In that direction you distantly perceive a building.  Antlike figures scurry in and out of it.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="21" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="33" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="23" />
  </node>
  <node id="23" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>The main road shrinks to a pleasantly ambling path, snaking over small hillocks the color of bedewed grass at dawn.  Farm buildings and crops dot the horizon in bright checkerboard formation.  The smell of freshly cut hay pervades the air.</description>
    <description>The main road shrinks to a pleasantly ambling path, snaking over small hillocks that fade into pleasant shadows.  The smell of freshly cut hay pervades the air, borne on a cool breeze.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="22" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="24" />
  </node>
  <node id="24" name="Grassland Road, Orchard" note="Orchard">
    <description>This is the eastern perimeter of a small apple orchard.  Small in several senses, for the thick tree trunks hug the ground, being much shorter than their leafy crowns would imply.  The cultivation for such a breed becomes abundantly clear when you observe several Halfling-made netted hooks reaching up to snag apples.</description>
    <description>This is the eastern perimeter of a small apple orchard.  Small in several senses, for the thick tree trunks hug the ground, being much shorter than their leafy crowns would imply.  The cultivation for such a breed becomes abundantly clear when you observe netted hookpoles lying on the ground.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="23" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="25" />
  </node>
  <node id="25" name="Grassland Road, Orchard">
    <description>Dwarf apple trees surround you as far as the eye can see, red stars winking in a green sea that continues in the distance until it meets the horizon.  The sound of voices laughing and singing approaches distantly from the north.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="30" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="24" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="27" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="26" />
  </node>
  <node id="26" name="Grassland Road, Orchard">
    <description>A single broad, squat apple tree reigns over this portion of the orchard, sloping across precariously over a steep embankment to the west.  Its boughs sag with the weight of apples, and the air is heavy with birdsong.  A couple of large wicker cages lean against the deeply wrinkled trunk, securely tied to it.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="25" />
  </node>
  <node id="27" name="Grassland Road, Orchard">
    <description>A roof of leafy green apple trees idling under the sun stretches away from this restful spot to the north, east and west.  To the south, a tall stone wall mired in a tangle of dense grapa vines prevents further passage.  From its other side loud trampling movements occasionally emerge, though nothing can be seen.</description>
    <description>A canopy of shadows stretches away from this dark area to the north, east and west.  To the south, a large stone wall prevents further passage.  From its other side chittering, scraping sounds occasionally emerge, though nothing can be seen.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="25" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="29" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="28" />
  </node>
  <node id="28" name="Grassland Road, Orchard">
    <description>Dwarf apple trees cluster here in almost uncultivated profusion, their leafy canopies hanging thickly over a dried riverbed to the west.  A vine-inured stone wall marks the southern boundary of the orchard.  Beyond it the brush is too heavy for traveller or even light to penetrate, though occasional squeals and snarls indicate the presence of tenants.</description>
    <description>Dwarf apple trees cluster here in almost uncultivated profusion, their leafy canopies hanging thickly over a dried riverbed to the west.  A vine-inured stone wall marks the southern boundary of the orchard.  Beyond it the brush is too heavy to penetrate, assuming the wall was scaleable.  The snarling, unseen inhabitants might object, as well.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="27" />
  </node>
  <node id="29" name="Grassland Road, Orchard">
    <description>Many ironbound oaken barrels covered with a heavy transparent tarp sit snugly next to a pair of large vreeland pear trees.  Securely fastened by taut leather straps, the barrels bulge under the weight of hundreds of shiny dwarf apples.  Burrowing holes in the ground nearby testify to the efforts of local vermin to get at the produce.  The condition of the tarp and barrel contents testifies to their failure.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="27" />
  </node>
  <node id="30" name="Grassland Road, Orchard">
    <description>You are at the northern edge of a dwarf apple orchard.  Trees continue to the south, east and west, while further north lie a series of hills.  They are not particularly large or dangerous-looking or awe-inspiring, as hills go.  But lacking any road or other means of passage, they provide a stout barrier to whatever lies on the northern side.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="32" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="25" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="31" />
  </node>
  <node id="31" name="Grassland Road, Orchard">
    <description>The route north through the apple orchard ends abruptly here, blocked by a grey, billowing mass of thrash scrub and grapa vines.  More trees lie east and south, while the path to the west inclines slowly towards a dry riverbed.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="30" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go dried riverbed" destination="228" />
  </node>
  <node id="32" name="Grassland Road, Orchard">
    <description>The sweetly pungent perfume of dwarf apple is overwhelming in this northeastern corner of the orchard.  The heavy scent sinks down from the trees to the south and west, gathering in the shadows of the hillside.  Perched upon a ledge far above is a small farmhouse, its chimney smoking.</description>
    <description>The sweetly pungent perfume of dwarf apple is overwhelming in this northeastern corner of the orchard.  The heavy scent sinks down from the trees to the south and west, gathering in the shadows of the hillside.  Perched upon a ledge far above is a small farmhouse, its windows flickering with warm firelight from within.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="30" />
  </node>
  <node id="33" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>Badly weathered granite paving stones line the well-worn path here, placed to prevent soil runoff sometime in the distant past.  Burgeoning crops of wheat and corn wave eagerly as you watch.  To the north a small hillock rises, while the ruins of a building appear further south.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="22" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="34" />
  </node>
  <node id="34" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>Dozens of small blue warbels dot the sides of the road, their long stems bowing eagerly like new students attending their first class at Asemath Academy.  The only feature on your horizon is a ruined building further south, its gutted walls half-blasted away.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="33" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="35" />
  </node>
  <node id="35" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>A Halfling farmer stumbles and curses loudly enough to annoy a flock of idling grey geese.  And no wonder: the road is littered with large, sharp-edged rocks, too heavy to move.  They appear to derive from the wreckage of a building that lies further south.</description>
    <description>A Halfling farmer stumbles and curses loudly enough to annoy a flock of idling grey geese.  And no wonder:  the road is littered with large, sharp-edged rocks, too heavy to move.  They appear to derive from the wreckage of a building that lies further south.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="34" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="36" />
  </node>
  <node id="36" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>Before you lies the remains of a building, long reduced to jagged foundations of porous, moss-stained tufa.  Dark blades of weevil grass poke out of the rocky ground.  You hear a clattering sound somewhere within the ruined structure, and a muffled oath.</description>
    <description>Before you lies the remains of a building, long reduced to jagged foundations of porous, moss-stained tufa.  Dark blades of weevil grass poke out of the rocky ground.  You hear a clattering sound somewhere within the ruined structure and a muffled oath.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="35" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go ruined building" destination="37" />
  </node>
  <node id="37" name="Ruined Farmhouse, Main Room" note="Ruined Farmhouse">
    <description>There is no ceiling to this large, bare room, just fragments of stone walls that haven't yet eroded.  The ground is littered with debris: rusted armor, broken weapons, huge, rough-hewn rocks.  Occasionally the wind keens through, setting glistening shards of glass moving until they glisten like jewels.  Only an enormous brick fireplace remains from older days, squat and stolid.  Outside, the road continues north.</description>
    <description>There is no ceiling to this large, bare room, just fragments of stone walls that haven't yet eroded.  The ground is littered with debris:  rusted armor, broken weapons, huge, rough-hewn rocks.  Occasionally the wind keens through, setting glistening shards of glass moving until they glisten like jewels.  Only an enormous brick fireplace remains from older days, squat and stolid.  Outside, the road continues north.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="38" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go road" destination="36" />
  </node>
  <node id="38" name="Ruined Farmhouse, Kitchen">
    <description>A couple of lice-covered boards leaning against an inner stone wall, a metal bracket twisted free at one end to resemble a dead snake, a fireplace as large as a small mausoleum...nothing else remains of the kitchen that once stood in this farmhouse.  Salt barrels, cabinets, provisions, even windows and outer walls are gone.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="39" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="37" />
  </node>
  <node id="39" name="Ruined Farmhouse, Bedroom">
    <description>The earthen floor to this room has a curiously bleached appearance -- a pale grey color and crumbly texture, as though long sucked dry of nutrients.  There are no furnishings, and the walls are nothing more than a few jagged-edged teeth of stone.  The only reasonably intact structure is part of a giant central fireplace.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="38" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go giant fireplace" destination="40" />
  </node>
  <node id="40" name="Central Fireplace, Flue">
    <description>There's enough room to comfortably fit a small group into the pit of this fireplace, which once must have served the feeding needs of a fairly large clan.  You can see that it opens on all three farmhouse rooms -- a common enough practice in buildings that share a single heat source.  Only the passageway to the bedroom is open.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bedroom" destination="39" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ladder rungs" destination="41" />
  </node>
  <node id="41" name="Central Fireplace, Flue">
    <description>The bottom of the starkly black chimney shaft is littered with bones, stone fragments and other small debris best left unexamined...particularly as some of it appears to slowly move.  Outside you can make out a room that glows with a pale, sickly light.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go room" destination="42" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ladder rungs" destination="40" />
  </node>
  <node id="42" name="Ruined Farmhouse, Cellar">
    <description>At one time this may have been a storage area for the farmhouse but the air is damp and fetid, now.  Anything left would rot quicker than the flick of a S'Kra Mur's tail.  The only light is a strong green glow from huge mushrooms that line the stone walls and spill across the packed earth floor.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go giant fireplace" destination="41" />
  </node>
  <node id="43" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>The vines of dewberry and blooming trumpet creeper twist and intertwine along the edge of the road, separating it from the vast stretch of grassland beyond.  Far off to the east you can see the building tops of a large town.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="18" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="44" />
  </node>
  <node id="44" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>Tall sharp blades of switch grass rustle and whisper in the breeze.  Here and there small clumps of wild sweet cicely grow in the meadow, filling the air with a spicy scent.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="43" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="45" />
  </node>
  <node id="45" name="Grassland Road, Meadow">
    <description>Acre after acre of rich farmland stretches off to the west.  The gracefully swaying green of Elanthia's vast grasslands is spread out to the east.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="44" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="46" />
  </node>
  <node id="46" name="Grassland Road, Farmlands">
    <description>A patchwork quilt of wheat, oat, barley and fruit trees, neatly planted in rectangular plots, is laid out in all directions.  Several Gor'Tog men are working here repairing a roadside fence.  A black and gold banner is prominently displayed overhead, supported by two wooden posts.</description>
    <description>A faint flapping catches your attention.  Moving closer to the roadside, you can barely make out a banner with a tiger embroidered on it.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="45" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="47" />
  </node>
  <node id="47" name="Grassland Road, Farmlands">
    <description>A group of Gor'Tog farmers wielding mattocks and clodding beetles work at breaking up clumps of soil in a recently harrowed field.  They pause in their task to stare at you as you pass by, not with any animosity, but also without any friendliness.</description>
    <description>For a moment you lose your sense of direction.  Bending down to gain a better perspective of the lie of the land, you manage to identify several landmarks and reorient yourself.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="48" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="46" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="73" />
  </node>
  <node id="48" name="Farmland, Grain Fields" note="Farmland">
    <description>To the south, a low wall made of intertwined vines obscures but does not block a winding roadway.  Tall golden plants, each topped with a head of grain, appear to be almost ready for the reaper's scythe.  Tidy rows run north and south with a slight bend that blocks your view after a dozen yards or so.  The air is heavy with the fragrance of good earth and growing plants.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="49" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="47" />
  </node>
  <node id="49" name="Farmland, Grain Fields">
    <description>Tall stalks rise in neat rows along the furrows in the rich earth.  A few weeds have begun to creep in here and there, showing the land has not been tended in a while.  The air is still and heavy, the wind being blunted by the thick plantings.  Somewhere, there is a rustle in the leaves, then a faint squeak cut off.  A tiny hunter feasts on tinier game.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="48" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="50" />
  </node>
  <node id="50" name="Farmland, Grain Fields">
    <description>The neat rows of grain curve east slightly to the north and south.  Perhaps the plowman followed some ancient curve in the land or merely fell asleep and let the team wander.  In either event, the grain itself cares little, all it asks is sun and rain in good measure and soft ground to bear its roots.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="51" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="49" />
  </node>
  <node id="51" name="Farmland, Grain Fields">
    <description>Grain rises high all around, blocking vision and making the field seem to close in around you.  Even the furrows provide no view for they curve in both directions, hiding anything approaching.  The air is heavy and still, almost stifling.  There is the faintest whiff of something not right in the air.  A bitter reek or foulness that haunts your mind's recesses.  Nearby, a tumble-down barn sits, empty and decaying.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="52" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="50" />
  </node>
  <node id="52" name="Farmland, Open Area">
    <description>Bare of grain or furrow, this small patch of land stands aloof in a sea of golden grain.  A small barn, little more than a roof and four decaying walls, stands in the center of it all.  To the south, neat rows of grain curve out of sight.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="55" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="68" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="51" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go small barn" destination="53" />
  </node>
  <node id="53" name="Farmland, Ruined Barn">
    <description>Bare boards, riven with dry rot, barely hold up a roof that is missing more shingles than it retains.  Bits of straw and chaff litter the ground all about.  A few doves nest in the rafters, and your arrival has bestirred them to gentle cooing.  The pleasant sound is offset by a rain of dung, as they do what birds normally do when disturbed.  A rickety ladder leads to a small hayloft.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="52" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rickety ladder" destination="54" />
  </node>
  <node id="54" name="Ruined Barn, Hayloft">
    <description>The planks that make up the hayloft are warped and rotted, making the footing more than a trifle unsteady.  Years of use by doves has also added to the challenge of keeping your footing.  Bits of open sky peek in through numerous gaps in the roof overhead but there are a few spots still intact enough to keep things dry and almost snug.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="-120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rickety ladder" destination="53" />
  </node>
  <node id="55" name="Farmland, Grain Fields">
    <description>To the northwest, a rotting barn stands empty and forlorn.  Someone has begun harvesting the grain, but must have been called away, for the cut rows suddenly end and the grain rises, unshorn, on its heavy stalks.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="56" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="65" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="52" />
  </node>
  <node id="56" name="Farmland, Harvested Field">
    <description>A tall stubble of heavy stalks is all that remains of once-golden grain, now taken to harvest.  Scattered seed heads show the rich nature of the crop.  Here and there, something has been feeding on the gleanings, for the earth is marked with odd prints.  The eastern end of the field is a mass of brambles and thorn bushes.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="57" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="58" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="55" />
  </node>
  <node id="57" name="Farmland, Harvested Field">
    <description>Harvest has come to this green and gold crop.  The workers have laid out their crop in neat rows of well-tied sheaves.  A jarring note enters this bucolic scene as you observe that to the south, the grain has been torn up and trampled into the mud, totally ruining it and what was stacked so carefully.  Nearby, a ruined barn sits mutely, peeling paint and warped boards looking forlorn and neglected.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="56" />
  </node>
  <node id="58" name="Farmland, Harvested Field">
    <description>Stacks of gathered grain have been ransacked and torn apart, apparently by wild animals.  You wonder where the farmhands are, for much labor went into making this land bear fruit, and you cannot imagine why it has been left in such disarray.  A high thorn wall around the field looms nearby.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="56" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="59" />
  </node>
  <node id="59" name="Farmland, Ruined Field">
    <description>Once-neat rows of grain are now flattened and mud-caked.  It is as if an entire herd of wild pigs had torn through the crop unhindered.  There is no evidence of anyone even taking note of what must be a serious loss to the farmer.  Nearby, a gaping hole in a heavy thorn barrier leads into shadows.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="58" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go gaping hole" destination="60" />
  </node>
  <node id="60" name="Farmland, Thornbrake">
    <description>More a tunnel than a hole, the path runs between thick growths of thorn-bush and dart-vine.  Something big and heavy has forced its way through the bushes and vines.  There are many broken and splintered limbs all about, and some appear to have been gnawed on.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="61" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="59" />
  </node>
  <node id="61" name="Farmland, Thornbrake">
    <description>Dodging finger-length thorns sticking out from all directions, you wonder just what made this tunnel.  Few creatures would have the persistance to chew and shove their way through such thorny and well-armed greenery.  Thick runnels of dark sap ooze from broken branch-ends, while scattered clumps of thorns and dart-vine fragments make you watch your footing.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="62" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="60" />
  </node>
  <node id="62" name="Farmland, Thornbrake">
    <description>Someone or something has formed an above-ground burrow here.  Chewing away and breaking off wrist-thick lengths of thorn bush, some creature has formed a small cave-like hollow deep within this thorn fence.  The ground has been churned into prickly mud that nothing you care to be near would find comfortable, yet these filthy hollows give every sign of being used as a lair.  There is a thick, musky stench to the air that nearly blinds you and claws at your throat.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="63" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="61" />
  </node>
  <node id="63" name="Farmland, Thornbrake">
    <description>The ground beneath your feet is a mixture of mud and dung and clumps of thorn.  The air is thick enough to chew, but the taste of it is worse than an open sewer at high noon.  Something disgusting has its lair here, and you pray to your gods you do not meet it before you can find your way out to cleaner air.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="62" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="64" />
  </node>
  <node id="64" name="Farmland, Thornbrake">
    <description>The wall of thorns closes in around you as you realize this is a dead-end.  The air tears at your throat, a sickening mixture of powerful musk, rotting droppings and undigested, spoiled food.  You would hate to get trapped in this cul-de-sac.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="63" />
  </node>
  <node id="65" name="Farmland, Grain Fields">
    <description>Somewhere nearby, there has been a disturbance.  Stalks of grain are tossed about and broken, and there are numerous scattered sheaves on the ground.  The soil shows many cloven hoofprints of large size, and a strange odor permeates the air.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="55" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="66" />
  </node>
  <node id="66" name="Farmland, Grain Fields">
    <description>There is the smell of death in the air.  Flies buzz around and the dark soil is churned up and muddy.  The once-neat rows of grain are battered and broken.  There is a taint in the wind beyond blood and death, a stench that makes your eyes water and your mouth go dry.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="65" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="67" />
  </node>
  <node id="67" name="Farmland, Grain Fields">
    <description>Heavy vines weave their way through an old rail fence to form an impassable barrier to the south.  Around you, rows of tall grain run in a slight curve blocking any distant view.  The grain near you appears to have been trampled by something with sharp hooves and little respect for a farmer's hard work.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="66" />
  </node>
  <node id="68" name="Farmland, Grain Fields">
    <description>To the north, a rickety barn totters in the midst of a small open field.  Southward, the tall grain hems in the view save for the hint of a small rise or mound.  A few broken stalks and a muddled footprint in the soil show others have passed here before you.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="52" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="69" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="72" />
  </node>
  <node id="69" name="Farmland, Old Well">
    <description>Rising a short way above the plowed field, a mound is capped with a dark hole.  The scent of water and a ruined bucket show this is a small well, perhaps little used now.  The mound served to keep fertilizer and such out of the water supply.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="68" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="70" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="72" />
  </node>
  <node id="70" name="Farmland, Grain Fields">
    <description>Northward, the neat furrows curve around a low mound of earth.  The golden rows of grain rise high on both sides like an adoring audience.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="69" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="71" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="72" />
  </node>
  <node id="71" name="Farmland, Grain Fields">
    <description>Tidy rows of grain end in a tangle of vines intertwined into a solid fence.  The sweet smell of flowers mixes with the earthy scent of plowed earth in a pleasant combination.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="70" />
  </node>
  <node id="72" name="Farmland, Grain Fields">
    <description>The unbroken rows of grain give way in the east to a small mound of earth.  The rows curve about it on both sides like waves parting to pass around a rock in the ocean.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="68" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="69" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="70" />
  </node>
  <node id="73" name="Grassland Road, Orchard">
    <description>Short stocky trees laden with fruit and nuts have been planted in this small grove.  A Gor'Tog man clad in a leather apron with a bulging pocket stands under one of the nut trees knocking against its branches with a long wooden stave.  He quickly gathers up the fallen nuts, stuffing them into the pocket.</description>
    <description>Thwap!  Thwap!  Two noises in rapid succession almost have you diving for cover.  Creeping around the trees, you discover several people busily and secretly harvesting something from the trees.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="47" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="74" />
  </node>
  <node id="74" name="Grassland Road, Farmlands">
    <description>A young mongrel dog barks excitedly at you as you pass by several men who are sowing seeds that they carry in small straw baskets hung around their necks.  An enormous black crow descends from a nearby walnut tree, flapping its strong wings a few times before proceeding to raid an unattended seed bag.  The dog bounds off toward it, giving a few warning barks, sending the crow screeching angrily back to its perch in the trees.</description>
    <description>It is particularly dark and difficult to see anything clearly here.  The soft gentle reassuring rustle of leaves suggests that you are in the company of a great many trees and very little danger.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="73" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="75" />
  </node>
  <node id="75" name="Grassland Road, Farmlands">
    <description>Young crops of spelt and emmer wheat are arranged in neat strips and furlongs in this active field.  A Gor'Tog farmer, walking alongside a primitive ard pulled by two oxen, heads down the road to the west, surveying the fields as he walks.</description>
    <description>Progress is slow here since you frequently have to stop and shake off the huge clods of damp soil that are sticking to your feet and becoming heavier by the footstep.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="74" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="76" />
  </node>
  <node id="76" name="Grassland Road, Farmlands">
    <description>The whooshing sound of the sickle meets your ears as you pass by a group of farmers moving through the wheat cutting stalks.  A group of binders follows them, gathering the stalks and tying them into sheaves ready to be taken to the village to dry.</description>
    <description>Strange shapes cause a momentary flutter of fear and worry, but further inspection reveals them to be nothing more than large sheafs of wheat stacked up and leaning against each other.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="75" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="77" />
  </node>
  <node id="77" name="Grassland Path, Farmlands">
    <description>This wide empty field lies fallow for the year, containing nothing but some dried out brush and a few felled trees.  A few Gor'Tog peasants work together cutting brush and hauling out stumps.</description>
    <description>The crackle of dried out brush echoes underfoot in this fallow field.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="76" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="78" />
  </node>
  <node id="78" name="Grassland Path, Farmlands">
    <description>Rows of trellises support the twisting and twining stalks of pea and bean plants, their branches filled with plump hanging pods.  Several aproned Gor'Tog women stoop over the vines pulling peas, laughing and gossiping with each other as they work.  A thick rock wall angles from the west around to the south where you glimpse the sparkle from the waters of the Segoltha River.</description>
    <description>A thick rock wall angles from the west around to the south beyond which can be heard the soft lapping and gurgling sounds of what can only be the Segoltha River.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="77" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="79" />
  </node>
  <node id="79" name="Grassland Path, Village Gate">
    <description>A long rock wall extends east and west bordered by the grassland path.  Beyond the wall you can make out the thatched rooftops of the village homesteads.  The massive village gate stands open, its wooden beams painted with colorful gold and black stripes.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="78" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="80" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go village gate" destination="87" />
  </node>
  <node id="80" name="Grassland Path, Meadow">
    <description>The river rock wall of the Tiger Clan Home bends around from the east to the south.  Thick growths of wild oats and wood meadow grasses spread out from either side of the path.  Several small seed-eating birds cling to the tall stalks, swaying in the breeze as they delicately pick at the oats.  The dirt path leads into a forest a short distance to the northwest.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="79" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="81" />
  </node>
  <node id="81" name="Woodland Path, Forest's Edge" color="#008000">
    <description>The path leads into a stand of majestic hemlock trees, the brilliant green of their leaves setting them apart from their neighboring trees.  A riotous growth of wildflowers provides a multicolored carpet along the forest's edge.  You can see the walls of a mid-sized village nestled in the farmlands stretching to the east.</description>
    <position x="-480" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="80" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="84" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="82" />
  </node>
  <node id="82" name="Woodland Path, Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>A fallen thorn tree rests alongside the path, already covered with twisting vines and delicate moonwort ferns growing around it on the moist ground.  The soft clicking of tiny woodland residents does little to break the deep hush of the forest.</description>
    <position x="-500" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="81" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="83" />
  </node>
  <node id="83" name="Woodland Path, Brook" color="#008000">
    <description>A shallow brook cuts across the path here, meandering its way toward the wide Segoltha River to the south.  Delicate water hyacinths and horsetail grasses flourish along the gurgling brook's pebbled shore.  Dense growths of tall trees surround the area.</description>
    <position x="-520" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="82" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go shallow brook" destination="88" />
  </node>
  <node id="84" name="Woodlands, Forgotten Path" color="#008000">
    <description>Creepers and trees have overgrown what was once a wide and spacious avenue.  To the south, a still-sturdy wall rises, pierced by a heavy iron gate.</description>
    <position x="-480" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="81" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="85" />
  </node>
  <node id="85" name="Forgotten Path, Manor Gate" color="#008000">
    <description>A high stone wall blocks any view of the land beyond.  There is a gate of heavy iron, rusted but still sound set into the stonework.  Above the wall, you can make out a few treetops waving in the breeze.</description>
    <position x="-480" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="84" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wrought-iron gate" destination="86" />
  </node>
  <node id="86" name="Hunting Preserve, Main Road" note="Hunting Preserve" color="#008000">
    <description>A well-made road of tamped gravel runs in a straight line south from the gate to a ruined manor house some distance away.  Next to the gate itself, a partially demolished gatehouse stands, roof open to the elements.  Thickly overgrown trees run down to the road along the east side while a small path vanishes under the dark green canopy.</description>
    <position x="-480" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="138" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wrought-iron gate" destination="85" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go small path" destination="247" />
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  <node id="87" name="Tiger Clan Home, Dirt Pathway" note="Map4a_Tiger_Clan.xml|Tiger Clan">
    <description>A river-rock wall extends east to west, protecting the northern end of a rambling village.  The open village gate looks out across a vast stretch of the fields worked by the villagers.  A dirt pathway winds southward through a collection of cottages, shops and huts standing at odd angles, most with a fence or ditch fronting the path.  Farmers, returning from a day in the fields, find fellowship and food in the conveniently-located pub, The Pig's Pannage, its open doors just a short walk from the gate.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go village gate" destination="79" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go pig's pannage" />
  </node>
  <node id="88" name="Woodland Path, Brook" note="Brook" color="#0000FF">
    <description>This shallow stream would probably only come chest-high on a short Halfling.  The water moves lazily southward, but the shifting, sharp rocky floor makes crossing uncomfortable.</description>
    <position x="-540" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="swim north" destination="89" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="83" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="96" />
  </node>
  <node id="89" name="Woodland Brook" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Water ripples rapidly around a rough-bark log of an old willow tree protruding out of the brook at an angle.  Periwinkle creepers twist up the trunk, decorating it with deep purple flowers.  High up on the log a kingfisher has made a nest, and occasionally the tiny blue and orange bird pokes an inquisitive head out and eyes the brook for prey.</description>
    <position x="-540" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="swim northeast" destination="95" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="88" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="swim northwest" destination="90" />
  </node>
  <node id="90" name="Woodland Brook" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The deep waters babble over grey speckled boulders that protrude out of the rocky brook bed.  Golden yews grow close to the shore, their tawny yellow leaves contrasting with the deeper greens of the surrounding forest.  A loud splashing can be heard coming from the northeast.</description>
    <position x="-560" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="swim northeast" destination="91" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="89" />
  </node>
  <node id="91" name="Woodland Waterfall" color="#0000FF">
    <description>A tiered waterfall splashes melodiously over ledges of rock forming a swirling pool before rushing off in southern directions.  A charming little clearing sits beside the waterfall, completely sheltered by the encircling forest.</description>
    <position x="-540" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="95" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="swim southwest" destination="90" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go clearing" destination="92" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go waterfall" destination="94" />
  </node>
  <node id="92" name="Hidden Clearing">
    <description>A wild garden grows here with hawthorn and blackberry bushes that are plaited together by twisting vines of rambler roses.  Pale pink rose petals are strewn across the well-tended grass.  A stone urn filled with flowers sits on a pedestal in front of a wooden garden pavilion.</description>
    <position x="-560" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go garden pavilion" destination="93" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go pool" destination="91" />
  </node>
  <node id="93" name="Garden Pavilion" note="Garden Pavilion">
    <description>A breathtaking view of the tiered waterfall splashing over white rocky ledges can be seen from this garden pavilion.  A large, plump chaise lounge placed next to a wrought iron table spread with rich delicacies make it appear that this spot is ideal for a secret lovers' tryst.</description>
    <position x="-560" y="-120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="92" />
  </node>
  <node id="94" name="Secret Grotto" note="Secret Grotto">
    <description>Sunlight sparkles through the translucent veil of rushing water that seals off this small cave.  The walls and ceiling have been painted with a lifelike mural depicting Lemicus, her head thrown back in laughter.  Handsome mermen attend her, brushing out her long golden tresses.  Through the babbling of the waterfall, one can almost hear her sweet laughter.</description>
    <description>Faint moonlight streams through the translucent veil of rushing water that seals off this small cave, but does not provide enough illumination to reveal the surroundings.</description>
    <position x="-540" y="-120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="91" />
  </node>
  <node id="95" name="Woodland Brook" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The current is strong here, and the water hurries swiftly over a constantly shifty rocky bed.  Feathery ferns grow on the shoreline between moss-covered boulders.  A loud splashing can be heard coming from the northwest.</description>
    <position x="-520" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="swim southwest" destination="89" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="swim northwest" destination="91" />
  </node>
  <node id="96" name="Woodland Path, Brook" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The brook cuts a narrow path through tall walls of stately trees.  The gentle lapping of the mild current against the rocky shore gives the area a sense of peace and tranquility.  Soft-blowing breezes bring fresh clean scents from the rushing waters of the Segoltha River to the south.</description>
    <position x="-560" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="88" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="97" />
  </node>
  <node id="97" name="Woodland Path, Brook" color="#008000">
    <description>Tall, elegant bamboo stalks stand erect along a shallow bubbling brook that divides the path here.  A long-legged heron scrutinizes the water around its feet.  With a quick dart of its beak, it grasps a small, struggling fish and gulps it down hungrily.</description>
    <position x="-580" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="98" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go shallow brook" destination="96" />
  </node>
  <node id="98" name="Woodland Path, Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>The path leads from a narrow brook to the east twisting southwestward deeper into the forest.  Yellow and gray-feathered flycatchers dart between the trees snatching unsuspecting insects from the air and occasionally pausing to rest on the downy velvetleaf plants that carpet the ground.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="97" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="99" />
  </node>
  <node id="99" name="Woodland Path, Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>Your eye is caught by a fluttering movement near the base of the trees.  Dozens of white pine butterflies perform a graceful dance over creamcups and fairy slipper plants that grow in clusters there.  Their fragile white wings sparkle iridescently from a single ray of sun that makes its way through the dense canopy of leaves overhead.</description>
    <description>A rustling sound draws your attention to a nearby tree trunk where a nocturnal squirrel clings to the bark.  Suddenly letting go, it spreads its legs and glides silently to the ground where it grabs an unsuspecting beetle and scurries quickly back up the tree.  All around you the graceful descent is repeated by other members of the flying squirrel's family.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="98" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="100" />
  </node>
  <node id="100" name="Woodland Path, Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>A well-worn dirt path that travels eastward through the forest ends abruptly at this point.  Towering trees spread out in all directions, standing silent and watchful like arboreal sentinels.  Brambles and knotsweed cover the heavily shaded forest floor.  You catch a glimpse of an ancient, crumbling tower through a break in the trees.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="106" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="99" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="107" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="108" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="101" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="105" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go ancient tower" destination="238" />
  </node>
  <node id="101" name="Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>An array of mushrooms thrive here in the moist loamy soil, some pallid and saucer-shaped and others smoky brown with large rubbery caps.  A nervous red fox moves cautiously through the trees with nose to the ground, anxiously scavenging the mushrooms.  His lush red coat gleams brightly against the subtle greens and browns of the forest.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="105" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="106" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="100" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="107" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="108" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="109" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="102" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="104" />
  </node>
  <node id="102" name="Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>Pale green and beige patches of lichen cover the dark pebbly barks of many of the trees here.  A fragile, perfectly-formed spider's web stretches between two of the tree trunks.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="104" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="105" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="101" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="108" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="109" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="103" />
  </node>
  <node id="103" name="Dense Forest">
    <description>Stray beams of sunlight filter down through the dense, leafy trees, turning the floating dust motes into dancing fairies.  The ground rises to the west, and turns rockier, the trees thinning out a bit in the less fertile soil.</description>
    <description>Hooting calls and low hums and clicks signal the presence of woodland life, even though none of it is visible in the darkness.  The dense, leafy trees cast deep shadows on the forest floor, dark patches that could be hiding almost anything.  The land rises slightly to the west, and there seem to be more rocks in the soil in that direction.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="102" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steep trail" destination="302" />
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  <node id="104" name="Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>Ancient ferns grow in abundance here, flourishing on the rich, dark forest floor shaded by lofty satinwood trees.  Their graceful fronds quiver and sway, moved by light breezes.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="105" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="101" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="102" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ironwood tree" destination="513" />
  </node>
  <node id="105" name="Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>Large clumps of evergreen whortleberry bushes grow among the trees here, their deep green branches laden with blue-black berries.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="106" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="100" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="101" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="102" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="104" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go brambles" destination="114" />
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  <node id="106" name="Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>With a furious flapping of glossy black wings, a large raven acknowledges your presence.  He cocks his head peering down at you from his perch on a high branch and lets out a harsh metallic "Cuurruucc!"  Having thus expressed his irritation, he busies himself with preening his wedge-shaped tail.</description>
    <description>With a furious flapping of glossy black wings, a large raven acknowledges your presence.  He cocks his head peering down at you from his perch on a high branch and lets out a harsh metallic Cuurruucc!  Having thus expressed his irritation, he busies himself with preening his wedge-shaped tail.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="100" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="101" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="105" />
  </node>
  <node id="107" name="Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>A nurse tree supporting several young hemlocks has sunk into the soil here, worn down by weather and the roots of other plants.  Hundreds of tiny wingless springtails swarm over its now pulpy soft bark.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="100" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="108" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="101" />
  </node>
  <node id="108" name="Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>Thunderous drumming disrupts the tranquility of the timberland.  You notice a chisel-billed wood borer balanced on a tree trunk while pounding into the wood seeking the small insects that live there.  The bird pauses for a moment eyeing you.  Then it calls out a loud Kik-kikkik-kik-kikkik and resumes its pounding.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="101" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="100" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="107" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="110" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="109" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="102" />
  </node>
  <node id="109" name="Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>A small nest is in a nearby tree, crammed into the crook of one of the lower branches.  A reddish-black tree mouse pokes his nose out of the nest, his whiskers quivering nervously.  He steps hesitantly onto a branch and moves along it seeking fresh pine needles on which to feed.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="102" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="101" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="108" />
  </node>
  <node id="110" name="Wildulf Woods, Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>Towering trees grow close together here.  Their silvery-green leaves rustle in the breeze and whisper softly to each other, adding to the hushed expectancy of the forest.  A network of interwoven branches forms a canopy overhead with gaps of sky peeking through it.  You catch a glimpse of a dark bird circling high above.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="108" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="113" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="111" />
  </node>
  <node id="111" name="Wildulf Woods, Dense Forest" note="RTZ17|RT-WC-K" color="#008000">
    <description>Soft, damp masses of dead leaves carpet the ground, filling the air with a moist, unpleasant odor.  Unsightly growths of a spongy, greenish-brown moss cover the trunks of many of the trees.  You can hear the murmur of rippling water nearby.  The carcass of a deer lays discarded on the ground.  A large black bird is perched on the ribs, casually pecking at decaying remnants of flesh.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="110" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="112" />
  </node>
  <node id="112" name="Wildulf Woods, Clearing" color="#008000">
    <description>The foul stench of rotting flesh overwhelms you as soon as you enter the area.  A narrow wooden platform has been constructed here with two upright posts topped by a stout crossbar.  The crude frame displays a horrifying sight.  A short length of hanging chain has been secured around the ankles of what had once been a Gor'tog.  The body is now not much more than a bundle of bones held together by the rags and fragments of flesh that still cling to it.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="113" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="111" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go dense bushes" destination="115" />
  </node>
  <node id="113" name="Wildulf Woods, Dense Forest" color="#008000">
    <description>Branches and roots of the closely-packed trees seem to reach out to hinder your passage, and thick coils of thorny vines caress your ankles.  The silence of the dense forest is broken by the sudden snapping of a twig, and something moves in the underbrush nearby, shaking the leaves with its abrupt departure.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="112" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="110" />
  </node>
  <node id="114" name="Wilderness, Deep Forest">
    <description>Broken and trampled branches are the only signs of a trail winding through this large bramble patch.  The torn and bloody remnants of a cloak snagged on the sharp bramble needles mark a failed attempt to forge a new path.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="404" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="105" />
  </node>
  <node id="115" name="Wildulf Woods, Needlenose Creek" color="#008000">
    <description>A shallow creek cuts through the forest, lazily rippling and undulating over a bed of rocks and sunken logs.  Hundreds of gnats hover and buzz in a cloud along the creek bank, where the ground is hard and smooth, as if trampled by many feet over a long period of time.  The brush and trees have been cleared to form a pathway to the south, and a thin column of smoke emanates from somewhere in that direction.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="116" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go dense bushes" destination="112" />
  </node>
  <node id="116" name="Wildulf Woods, Dirt Road" color="#008000">
    <description>A dense tangle of thorns and creepers has been carefully cut back to allow easy passage along this well-worn pathway.  The silence of the forest is suddenly broken by the frantic flapping of wings, followed by a low howl that rapidly builds in intensity and power, echoing through the trees.  A second wailing voice joins it in eerie harmony.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="115" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="117" />
  </node>
  <node id="117" name="Wildulf Woods, Dirt Road" note="RTZ18|RT-WC-XW" color="#008000">
    <description>A wide dirt road cuts through impenetrable walls of timber and dense brush.  A sudden movement in the trees catches your eye, but when you turn to look, the forest stands still and silent.  You cannot shake the uncomfortable feeling that you are being watched and judged.  Several rough buildings stand at the southern end of the road.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="116" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="118" />
  </node>
  <node id="118" name="Wolf Clan Home, Dirt Road" note="Wolf Clan Home">
    <description>A small community of wooden buildings stands in a clearing, sheltered by the dense, towering trees of Wildulf Woods.  The timber dwellings are of primitive construction, but on closer inspection, you can see that they are clean and well-maintained.  Several tall, stern-looking Human men, dressed in deer-skin leggings, stride purposefully down a dirt road, heading west toward a large lodge in the distance.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="117" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="119" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go outpost" destination="227" />
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  <node id="119" name="Wolf Clan Home, Dirt Road">
    <description>A sooty cloud billows out of the smoke hole in the top of one of the wooden cabins that line the road.  The building is fairly large but crudely constructed out of raw timber.  Windows with hinged shutters and a rough plank door are the only features on this rustic dwelling.  A small bed of blue forget-me-nots has been planted next to the door, providing an oddly colorful contrast to the starkness of its surroundings.  An old shed stands off to one side.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="118" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="123" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="122" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go window" destination="120" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go old barn" destination="130" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go old shed" destination="129" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go plank door" destination="121" />
  </node>
  <node id="120" name="Wolf Clan Home, Ironbeard Dwelling">
    <description>A large sleeping pallet covered with soft animal hides takes up most of the small room.  Above the pallet a short shelf has been mounted to proudly display a massive jawbone.  A deadly looking lance leans on the wall, resting against the shelf.  In the corner of the room sits a small carved wooden chest with two bronze handles. Its polished sheen seems out of place in this rustic setting.  A battered metal mirror has been hung on the wall above the chest.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="121" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go window" destination="119" />
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  <node id="121" name="Wolf Clan Home, Ironbeard Dwelling" note="Ironbeard Dwelling">
    <description>The interior of this primitive abode is sparsely furnished with a floor of compacted dried mud.  A small fire glows in a stone pit in the center of the earth floor, and a pile of sawn logs and broken twigs lays beside it.  A shelf of unfinished lunat wood, containing a number of earthenware pots, cups and dishes, has been mounted on one wall.  The corner of the room is occupied by a large metal tub with a wooden crate placed next to it.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="120" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go plank door" destination="119" />
  </node>
  <node id="122" name="Wolf Clan Home, Dirt Road">
    <description>Ornamental lances, topped with white feathers and shells, border the road leading up to a large ceremonial lodge.  The shells clatter against each other in the breeze, creating a ghostly percussive melody.  A carved stone plaque is the only notable feature on the windowless lodge.  The doorway is covered by a hanging flap of bear hide.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="119" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go ceremonial lodge" destination="131" />
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  <node id="123" name="Wolf Clan Home, Dirt Road">
    <description>The road gets thinner and less worn here, with only a few small wooden houses at its side.  Children play on the lots in front of homes, running and laughing, making the whole area have a relaxed atmosphere.  Curls of smoke rise from homes carrying with them the smell of meals being prepared.</description>
    <description>Only small wooden houses occupy this area of the village.  Candles lighting windows give faint light to the road, the only thing making it possible to see at all.  Sometimes drifts of conversation can be heard from the otherwise silent houses.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="119" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="124" />
  </node>
  <node id="124" name="Wolf Clan Home, Square">
    <description>The road circles around a cleared area that has been planted with grass.  In the middle a man sized statue stands, so life like it would seem that at any moment it will leap down and run away.  As ominous as the statue looks, when people pass by they look at it with a warm smile and raise their head with pride.</description>
    <description>The road circles around a cleared area that has been planted with grass.  In the middle a man-sized statue stands, so lifelike it would seem that at any moment it will leap down and run away.  As ominous as the statue looks, when people pass by they look at it with a warm smile and raise their head with pride.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="123" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="125" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="520" />
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  <node id="125" name="Wolf Clan Home, Dirt Road">
    <description>Buildings thicken this area of the village, making it seem larger than it really is, but the forest still looms at the edges as a reminder that this is still nature's part of the world.  Hammers banging and the smell of tanning oils penetrate the air giving the feel of work and little leisure.  The occasional trader or inhabitant walk down the road, intent on their destination.</description>
    <description>Dark buildings clutter the side of the street, all silent and no sign of the constant work of day.  Lanterns hanging from posts along the road give a faint wavering light, throwing shadows that make the area look nearly as alive as during the working hours.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="124" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="126" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go worn path" destination="132" />
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  <node id="126" name="Wolf Clan Home, Dirt Road">
    <description>A small building, structured from logs and mud, stands on the side of the road.  Skins hanging from the windows, and the smell of curing hides rolling out could almost dizzy the weak.  Here and to the west the road looks a bit more trodden indicating that this is the business area of the village.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="125" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="127" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go small building" destination="134" />
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  <node id="127" name="Wolf Clan Home, Dirt Road">
    <description>People begin to crowd the road here, roaming in and out of various buildings.  A small cottage adorned with herbs hanging from the door sits down a small path.  The sounds of laughing and sporadic music begin to touch the air.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="126" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="128" />
  </node>
  <node id="128" name="Wolf Clan Home, Dirt Road">
    <description>Happy sounds come from a building that seems to be the center of this area.  Decorated more than any other building here it has been painted a dark green with a red door.  People coming out look happy and content while people going in look anxious and excited.  A sign hanging over the doorway is welcoming and colorful, the sight as a whole could put a smile on the hardest of adventurers.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="127" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go red door" destination="477" />
  </node>
  <node id="129" name="Wolf Clan Home, Old Shed">
    <description>Although the shed has been kept scrupulously clean, you detect the faint, unpleasant odor of chemicals and decayed flesh.  Several cured hides hang on the otherwise bare walls, and a large empty vat occupies the center of the small room.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="119" />
  </node>
  <node id="130" name="Wolf Clan Home, Caravan Barn" note="Caravan Stable" color="#00FF00">
    <description>Crudely constructed of rough-hewn planks, the stable appears as if it would fall over if pushed by a good wind.  An ancient pitchfork stands in the corner and leaning over it is an even more ancient Human, his body covered with old scars and puckered flesh.  The animals stabled here, contentedly munching their grain, seem untroubled by the disreputable state of the building.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="119" />
  </node>
  <node id="131" name="Wolf Clan Home, Lodge Alcove" note="Lodge Alcove">
    <description>Heavy curtains block off the rest of the lodge from this small alcove.  A stern-looking clan guard stands alert, carefully scrutinizing each visitor before waving them through the curtains.  A young Barbarian boy, trying to sneak into the lodge, is caught by the guard, who lifts him up by the back of his shirt and gently sets him down outside.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="122" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go curtains" destination="515" />
  </node>
  <node id="132" name="Wolf Clan Home, Worn Path" note="RTZ19|RT-WC-HF" color="#C2B280">
    <description>As the path meanders from the road forest dense with undergrowth begins to take over.  Animals scurry in the brush cracking leaves and small limbs, making an orchestra of sound more complex than any town.</description>
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    <description>Clicking and rustling noises loom large in your ears as your eyes grasp vainly in the uncertain fungal glow for the source of the noise.  Mucous-like goo drips in an almost continual rain from overhead and fouls the walls and floor with its viscous mess.  Something dark and very fast scuttles by, its hard carapace brushing against you in the gloom.  The clicking dies away a moment and then returns, now with a sinister overtone of urgency to it.</description>
    <position x="-540" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="178" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="176" />
  </node>
  <node id="178" name="Hunting Preserve, Tunnels">
    <description>In the faint glow of huge fungi on the befouled walls, you can see that here a tunnel widens out into a wedge-shaped room.  The walls glisten with a thick layer of slime and trails of it cross the floor like half-jelled mud.  Your eyes seem to think they catch movement in the corners of your vision, but when you look directly, you see only rock and dirt and muck.</description>
    <position x="-520" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="181" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="179" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="177" />
  </node>
  <node id="179" name="Hunting Preserve, Underground Chamber">
    <description>The walls here grow thick with putrid-smelling fungi that gleam with a foul internal light.  For what the light reveals, you'd rather they not be here at all.  From a rounded roof hang dozens of bloated monsters.  Looking like enormous, pulsating sacks of flesh, they have vaguely insect-like heads with massive jaws that dig deep into the roof to hold them in place.  Enormous, distended guts pulsate slowly and through the thin chitin, you can make out faint shapes moving in some thick ooze.</description>
    <position x="-520" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="178" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="180" />
  </node>
  <node id="180" name="Hunting Preserve, Underground Chamber">
    <description>The air here is so heavy with the stench of rotting matter that you gasp for breath in the foul miasma.  The floor is hip-deep in decaying refuse and here and there, a gleaming bone pokes up out of the pulsating mass.  Dark insectile shapes scuttle about, on and in thick porridge of rot, seemingly oblivious to your presence.  You watch one for a moment, to your regret, as it voids half a gill or more of noisome semi-liquid from its maw into the mess and scuttles off.</description>
    <position x="-520" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="179" />
  </node>
  <node id="181" name="Hunting Preserve, Underground Chamber">
    <description>The floor is of loose rock and mud, mixed with the endless slime that drools in long strands from every surface.  Your footing is treacherous and uncertain.  The thought of falling into the unwholesome muck that is the floor makes you retch sour vomit.  Dark shapes scuttle about, moving in and out among the stones and rubble but never quite there when you look directly at them.  The air is thick and a loud clicking fills your ears.  Something cold and wet drips stickily down the back of your neck.</description>
    <position x="-500" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="182" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="178" />
  </node>
  <node id="182" name="Hunting Preserve, Underground Chamber">
    <description>The room is thick with danger.  You feel dozens of cold, unblinking eyes watching your every move.  Heavy strands of viscous slime trail from the roof and walls, making your footing uncertain and causing you to shy away from their clinging touch.  An enormous toadstool, thick and tall as a Dwarf, glimmers with an evil yellow glow casting strange shadows all about.  With an increasing sense of fear, you realize the shadows are moving towards you.</description>
    <position x="-500" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="181" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go slime-choked passage" destination="183" />
    <arc exit="none" move="room -rub enormous toadstool;-1get pale spores;-throw my pale spores at curtain slime;-1go curtain slime" destination="184" />
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  <node id="183" name="Hunting Preserve, Underground Chamber">
    <description>This huge, hemispherical chamber is a nightmare of wriggling movement and unclean shapes.  Rows of rough cylinders, apparently made of festering matter laced with the ever-present slime, pulsate from within in a grotesque manner.  Mud-colored insectile shapes crawl around and over them, apparently tending them and keeping them moist.  At the far end of the chamber, a latticework of dried slime and mud shields something enormous and foul from your full sight, but not you from its.</description>
    <description>This huge, hemispherical chamber is a nightmare of wriggling movement and unclean shapes.  Rows of rough cylinders, apparently made of festering matter laced with the ever-present slime, pulsate from within in a grotesque manner.  Mud-colored insectile shapes crawl around and over them, apparently tending them and keeping them moist.  At the far end of the chamber, a latticework of dried slime and mud hides something enormous and foul from full sight.</description>
    <position x="-500" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go slime-choked passage" destination="182" />
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  <node id="184" name="Hunting Preserve, Underground Chamber">
    <description>This wedge-shaped chamber narrows down to a tunnel that passes to the southeast.  The air here is heavy with a foul stench of rotting matter and heavy ropes of thick mucous-like slime cover every surface.</description>
    <description>This wedge-shaped chamber narrows down to a tunnel that passes to the southeast.  The air here is heavy with a foul stench of rotting matter and heavy ropes of thick mucous-like slime cover every surface.  An enormous toadstool, thick and tall as a Dwarf, glimmers with an evil yellow glow casting strange shadows all about.</description>
    <position x="-480" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="185" />
    <arc exit="none" move="room -rub enormous toadstool;-1get pale spores;-throw my pale spores at curtain slime;-1go curtain slime" destination="182" />
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  <node id="185" name="Hunting Preserve, Tunnel">
    <description>Curving tunnel walls here are thick with a mucous-like substance that sticks to your hands and feet and equipment.  Heavy odors of rot and corruption invade your nostrils and make you gag.  Loud rustling sounds fill your ears.  Among the stinks and foulness, a tiny hint of fresher air drifts from the southeast.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="186" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="184" />
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  <node id="186" name="Hunting Preserve, Tunnel">
    <description>The tunnel walls are covered with a sticky, drying, mass of slime.  Small, scabrous-looking mushrooms encrust the rocks here and there and gleam with a faint light.  You can barely make out the deeper blackness ahead and behind you.  The air stings your throat with a smell composed of rotting matter and refuse that makes the worst of the slums you have walked seem like gardens of roses in your memory.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="187" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="185" />
  </node>
  <node id="187" name="Hunting Preserve, Tunnel">
    <description>From far to the northwest, a faint and ominous clicking sound can be heard.  The walls here are slimy and sticky, making them unpleasant to touch.  Tiny lumps of glowing toadstools along the floor keep you from totally losing your sense of perspective and direction.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="188" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="186" />
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  <node id="188" name="Hunting Preserve, Underground Chamber">
    <description>The space here is somewhat larger than a tunnel but only by a fraction.  To the northwest, deeper blackness shows a path.  Overhead, the roof seems to be startlingly regular and not made of the congealed slime and mud that can be faintly seen upon the walls.  Several large, square stones have fallen to the floor from overhead leaving a gaping dark hole.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="187" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stones" destination="189" />
  </node>
  <node id="189" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Grand Hall" note="Manor House">
    <description>This huge room was the banqueting and festive hall for the manor in happier days.  Long trestle tables, now ruined and wrecked, once lined the great hall facing a raised dais for the lord and his noble guests at the far end.  Broken windows have let in rain and wind and the room is fetid with mold and rotfungus.  Once elegant wallpaper now dangles in forlorn tatters from the high walls.  A curious mound squats in one dark corner and from it there seems a trail worn in the muck on the floor.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="192" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go kitchen door" destination="190" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go double doors" destination="194" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go curious mound" destination="188" />
  </node>
  <node id="190" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Kitchen">
    <description>Here is where feasts were prepared and the trophies of the hunt were cleaned and dressed for cooking.  Marble-topped tables still stand but most of the wooden fittings are gone leaving only bits and splinters.  A huge fireplace takes up the far end of the room.  Hung alongside it are a few corroded pots, skewers and less-identifiable artifacts.  To the north is the pantry and buttery.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="191" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go kitchen door" destination="189" />
  </node>
  <node id="191" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Pantry">
    <description>This room has been almost completely gutted.  Only some brass fittings and hinges that once adorned the wooden cupboards remain.  Bits of wood, half-chewed and splintered, litter the floor.  Several stone tables and benches yet remain as well as some deep sinks used for food preparation.  Dried trails of slime criss-cross the floor and some even climb the walls.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="190" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rectangular trapdoor" destination="224" />
  </node>
  <node id="192" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House, Trophy Room" note="Trophy Room">
    <description>This room once boasted a fine collection of mementoes of the hunt.  A few mounted heads yet remain on the walls.  Fierce creatures, some of which you have never beheld or even heard of, can still be seen here.  A massive cabinet that once held many curious and unusual weapons is now broken and empty.  One item still stands out, a small table, topped with a single gigantic scale.  You have no idea what it once adorned, but your respect for whoever hunted it rises.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="193" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="189" />
  </node>
  <node id="193" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Armory">
    <description>This room was once used for weapon storage and maintenance.  Partly a museum and partly a workshop, racks and hooks for swords and spears line the walls and a small forge and anvil command the room's middle.  A broken boar-spear still lies in one corner, with dried blood on the blade.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="192" />
  </node>
  <node id="194" name="Hunting Preserve, Lodge Entry">
    <description>Dark polished wood gleams dully in the subdued light of the entry hall of the manor.  Black and white tiles form a diamond pattern on the floor, reflecting the elegant taste of a bygone time.  Giant racks of antlers and mounted heads of snarling beasts line both walls.  A moth-eaten and ruined rug that was once the skin of some massive beast is crumpled up in one corner.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="195" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="196" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go grand staircase" destination="198" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go double doors" destination="189" />
  </node>
  <node id="195" name="Hunting Preserve, Lodge Library">
    <description>This was once the library of the house.  Long ago stripped of any valuables either by the owner or by later thieves, the room is bare and cold.  The tall windows are smashed and broken and choked with crawling vines that have snaked their way in along the frames.  The wooden shelves have been used for firewood as evidenced by the ash on the floor and the soot on the ceiling.  The desiccated corpse of some forest dweller is sprawled across a blood-stained and burnt rug in the middle of the room.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="194" />
  </node>
  <node id="196" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Den">
    <description>This small and intimate room was reserved for the lord of the manor and his close friends.  Rotting leather furniture and cobwebbed souvenirs of the hunt line the walls and focus on a large fireplace with a carved stone mantel.  Faded tapestries depicting people riding to hounds and pursuing stags and other scenes of blood-sport hang on the blotched and mildewed plaster walls.  Something once made a nest out of the stuffing in one of the couches and bits of fluff drift all over the room.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="194" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go swinging doors" destination="197" />
  </node>
  <node id="197" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Billiard Room" note="Billiard Room">
    <description>The remains of a large billiard table are scattered about this spacious chamber.  Tatters of green felt litter the floor and several cue sticks lie splintered here and there.  One wall still holds a dart board though the darts imbedded have become rusty and useless.  A silver and crystal chandelier that once hung above the table seems to have survived the disaster, looking almost incongruous now in its dusty splendor.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go swinging doors" destination="196" />
  </node>
  <node id="198" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Upper Hall">
    <description>A wide balustraded corridor runs around three sides of the upper hall.  Faded carpet still depicts a scene of dozens of fantastic animals being hunted in various ways.  Widely spaced doors hint at the luxurious size of the rooms on this level.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="199" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="204" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go grand staircase" destination="194" />
  </node>
  <node id="199" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Upper Hall">
    <description>Near a set of grand stairs, the hallway seems in good shape.  Several doors remain in place, closing off unknown upper rooms.  The preserved head of a huge wild boar has broken loose from its wall hanging and dangles over the railing like an over-indulgent party-goer being ill.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="200" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="198" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go solid door" destination="222" />
  </node>
  <node id="200" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Upper Hall East">
    <description>This would appear to lead to the master suite of the lord of this house.  A huge door, solid and well made, still stands in silent guard over this ruined domain.  An elaborate coat of arms has been woven into the carpeting here and the colors remain fairly bright and unsullied.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="199" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go massive door" destination="201" />
  </node>
  <node id="201" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House, Master Suite">
    <description>This was a sitting room once.  Outfitted in an antique and elaborate style, the walls are hung with intricate tapestries and decorative moldings that still retain their heavy gilding.  Little furniture remains now and the fireplace shows where much of it ended up, to judge from the bits of gilded brass that were once handles and knobs and such among the ashes.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="202" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go massive door" destination="200" />
  </node>
  <node id="202" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House, Master Bedroom">
    <description>A huge canopied bed dominates this large room.  Obviously the sleeping chambers for the Lord of this place, the decor reflects the hunting themes so common throughout the building.  To one side, a massive desk made of polished bones surfaced with ivory holds a jumble of papers.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="203" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="201" />
  </node>
  <node id="203" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House, Upper Library">
    <description>Rows of leather-bound books and pigeonholed racks of scrolls indicate the private library of the manor.  Time has been kind here and the place is surprisingly intact.  Whatever horror occured here long-ago, those involved could not bring themselves to burn or harm these ranked volumes.  Your eye is caught by something bizarre in this almost normal scene: in one large chair, a shrivelled corpse grins out at you eerily.  A blood-stained book still clutched in its gnarled hands.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="202" />
  </node>
  <node id="204" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Upper Hall">
    <description>The hallway here is still relatively intact.  The walls retain a hint of the once-bright colors with which they were decorated.  A leak in the roof overhead has created numerous water-spots in the carpeting and allowed a unique collection of molds to spring up.  One or two of them look almost worthy of attention by the hunters depicted in the undamaged portions of the carpet.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="205" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="198" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wood door" destination="206" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go white door" destination="223" />
  </node>
  <node id="205" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Upper Hall West">
    <description>This end of the hallway is a ruin of collapsed plaster and stonework.  Anything left here has been buried under piles of rubble and dust that have been turned into a form of cement by rain and frost.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="204" />
  </node>
  <node id="206" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Bedroom">
    <description>One of a number of rooms set aside for guests, this one has been thoroughly ransacked and looted.  A cracked stone basin and part of the iron bedstead are all that remain in here.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go solid door" destination="204" />
  </node>
  <node id="207" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>To the north, tall overgrown grassland blocks your view.  South, a line of willow trees, foliage long and dangling, obscures anything in that direction.  The high growth on all sides cuts off any hint of breeze and the air is thick and humid.  Clouds of gnats swarm and dart all about and their low drone washes over you, numbing your senses.  The ground squishes underfoot, dragging at your feet and making your footing uncertain.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="208" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="209" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="210" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tall grassland" destination="169" />
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  <node id="208" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>A minor clearing sits here, surrounded by thick-set willows in a strangely circular clearing.  The stump of a long-dead and decayed tree rises high in the center of the clearing.  A grandfather of willow trees to judge from the thickness of the stump that remains.  A strange mold covers the ground here and every step sends small puffs of spores into the air.  Only the damp air keeps them from swirling high enough to be a threat to eyes or nose.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="211" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="209" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="207" />
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  <node id="209" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh" note="Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>Willow trees grow thick on all sides of you.  Long green fronds trail to the ground, still and lifeless in the heavy air.  Massive, gnarled tree trunks covered with dangling beards of moss look like old men hunched together in ragged cloaks.  To the south, the trees grow even taller, their heavy foliage casting a deep gloom over the fern-shrouded, damp ground.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="207" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="208" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="211" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="210" />
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  <node id="210" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>Thick fungi grow at odd angles from the gnarled brown trunks of the numerous willows growing all about.  A damp musty smell catches at your throat and stings your eyes.  A curious object, shaped like a dog-sized insect, lies tangled in thick fibrous strands of fungal material at the base of one tree.  A trail of large black ants troops up to the corpse in an unending line as nature quietly reclaims its dead.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="207" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="209" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="211" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" hidden="True" destination="211" />
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  <node id="211" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>Great clumps of horsetail ferns sprout among the willows here.  The trees are thinner and more widely spaced, though they still grow close enough and thick enough to block your view after only a few feet.  Somewhere nearby, frogs croak in an irregular chorus.  Among the ferns, a lone bird calls, the sound echoing dully in the wet air.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="209" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="208" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" hidden="True" destination="212" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="212" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" hidden="True" destination="213" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="210" />
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  <node id="212" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>Heavy mud grabs at your feet and every movement results in loud squelching noises.  To the north, a thick line of willows stands a silent watch over this seeping marshland.  Clumps of ferns grow on small outcrops of drier land.  The rest is a sea of heavy mud and thick swamp-grass.  Southward, the land rises a bit and willows return to overgrow the marshes.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="211" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="213" />
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  <node id="213" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>A large patch of relatively dry ground sticks out from a grove of willows to the north.  Here and there, shallow pools of water glisten darkly through a heavy covering of marshflowers that cover their surface.  Hordes of bloodsucking insects throng around you, climbing into your eyes and nose and flying about your ears, their thin, high whining sound grating on your nerves.  To the south, the land continues its slow decline into the marshy bottomlands.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="212" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="214" />
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  <node id="214" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>Scattered willow trees cover this rise in the damp landscape.  Marshland flows both north and south like a heavy sea around a low island and even here, the earth is damp enough to squish as you move.  Frogs in all directions sing a raucous chorus in a curious harmony of high and low voices and somewhere a bird calls out in a long, lonely cry.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="213" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="219" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="217" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="216" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="215" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="218" />
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  <node id="215" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>A thin margin of fen runs down to a muddy riverbank.  South of that, a small river flows sluggishly, the current checked by tremendous growths of a drab-green water-weed that has formed thick mats across the stream.  An occasional fish breaks the soupy water to snatch at the unending clouds of midges and water-dancers that swarm above the stream.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="214" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="216" />
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  <node id="216" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>Stagnant water splashes about your feet as you tread carefully on the slippery mud.  A rough path wanders along a marshy strand between a line of willows and the sluggish river that blocks any progress southward.  Slime-worms ooze their gelid way through the thick ooze at your feet as something with a shiny carapace and numerous legs springs out of the ooze to grab one of them and drag it, struggling weakly, back beneath the thin film of water on the mud.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="214" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="217" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="215" />
  </node>
  <node id="217" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>A giant among willows has collapsed here, its foundation undermined by the seeping marsh as it spreads across the once-dry land.  Roots pulled free as the tree toppled now stand naked in the air as the dead giant slowly melts into the mud and decay.  A thick lacing of moss and less identifiable growths have sprung up along the trunk and branches where half a hundred spider webs gleam with collected dew among the still-green leaves.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="216" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="214" />
  </node>
  <node id="218" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>The land rises to the north where a line of massive willows sweeps the ground with their deep green fronds.  As the land drops to the south, it becomes damp and marshy.  Thick hummocks of drier ground hold clumps of tiny wild-flowers, giving a curiously lovely splash of color to the drab grey and brown of the scum-covered pools between them.  A sea of mud to the south fades indistinctly into a sluggish brown river.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" hidden="True" destination="213" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="214" />
  </node>
  <node id="219" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Tree Marsh">
    <description>A thin clump of willows grows on a relatively dry patch of higher ground surrounded by marshland.  Heavy clumps of rushes grow around the edge of the dry land and somewhere among them something is moving carefully.  A wading bird perhaps, in search of the numerous frogs who continually sound their varied notes on all sides.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="214" />
  </node>
  <node id="220" name="Northwall Trail, Wooded Grove">
    <description>A rhythmic chittering amid feathery patches of fern welcomes you to this grove.  Tall wyndwood and oak trees, thickly cloaked in ivy, arch over a thin trail that bends around the town wall to the northeast.  Like a puppeteer, the leafy canopy directs a dance of sunlight and shadow across the ground.</description>
    <description>The rhythmic song of cicadas hums through the grove, welcoming the passerby's footfalls.  The silvery eyes of night peer down through the rustling canopy overhead, illuminating the bare soil of a thin trail that bends around the town wall to the northeast.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="221" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="1" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb town wall" destination="265" />
  </node>
  <node id="221" name="Northwall Trail, Wooded Grove">
    <description>The sweet smell of wildflowers carried on the breeze mingles with the spicy smell of cedar and juniper.  Sunlight dapples the mossy ground in golden hues and glistens on the dew-laden petals of tiny snowflowers.  A gnarled oak tree, cracked in two by a great tempest's fury, lays beside the trail.</description>
    <description>The sweet smell of wildflowers carried on the breeze mingles with the spicy scent of cedar and juniper.  At the sound of an owl, a startled woodmouse scurries across the trail toward a gnarled and broken oak tree.</description>
    <position x="20" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="264" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="220" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb town wall" destination="265" />
  </node>
  <node id="222" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Bedroom">
    <description>This room is fitted out as a guest bedroom for overnight visitors.  The bedding has long since rotted away leaving only the iron frame and some leather scraps that once formed the supports for the mattress.  Scraps of cloth and bits of discolored ribbon show that perhaps a lady once dwelt here.  A patch of blood-stained plaster on one wall shows you she did not enjoy her stay.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go solid door" destination="199" />
  </node>
  <node id="223" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Linen Closet">
    <description>A small storage area and workroom, this once held the supplies of linen such as sheets, blankets, towels and so on needed to keep people clean and rested.  A hole in the roof has let in years of rain and snow and dirt.  What is left of once crisp white sheets and warm woolen blankets is now an unspeakable mass of corruption and rot.  There seems something in the very air of this place that causes decay far beyond what one might normally expect.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go white door" destination="204" />
  </node>
  <node id="224" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House, Cellar Stairs">
    <description>A narrow landing sits at the top of a rotted wooden staircase.  Above you is a trapdoor and below you is only darkness and musty smells.  You can make out a row of massive objects below but little else.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go small trapdoor" destination="191" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wooden stairs" destination="225" />
  </node>
  <node id="225" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House Wine Cellar">
    <description>Dark and shadowed, the room extends a good ways under this part of the building.  Huge casks stand in a row along the brick wall.  One or two evidence some attack as they seem to have been gnawed on.  But by and large, the casks seem intact.  Thick cobwebs stretch between them and all along the walls.  Dust and mold are heavy in the air as is the stink of rotting wine dregs.  A shadowy arch leads deeper into the gloom.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rickety stairs" destination="224" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go shadowy arch" destination="226" />
  </node>
  <node id="226" name="Hunting Preserve, Manor House, Cold Cellar">
    <description>This room has a surprising chill to it.  Used once for cold storage, it lies abandoned to rot and waste.  You nearly trip over a moldering mess that was once a carcass of meat.  Iron hooks hang from the roof and threaten to impale you if you are not careful.  Once used to hang meat, they are rusty and many are coated with dried blood.  Rotting sacks of root vegetables and grain lie about, apparently left behind and forgotten.  They are ruined by the damp and time.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go shadowy arch" destination="225" />
  </node>
  <node id="227" name="Wolf Clan Trader Outpost" note="Trading Outpost" color="#00FF00">
    <description>This outpost is a miniature replica of one of the great Trader Guild buildings in the larger towns.  Designed for rapid buying and selling of bulk goods by Guild members, it is crammed and jammed with crates, boxes and packages of all sizes and shapes.  A harried Guild trade minister is at hand to expedite members' transactions and to make sure none of the goods leave under their own power or without the proper fees and monies being exchanged.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="118" />
  </node>
  <node id="228" name="Applebrandy River, Eastern Riverbed">
    <description>The Applebrandy flowed in this narrow, deep gorge at one point, plowing a passage that grew deeper through the years until its bed lay in cold shadows never touched by sunshine.  But the river is gone now, and a coat of lush green grass almost as long and thick as bending seaweed covers the ground and walls alike.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="230" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="231" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="229" />
  </node>
  <node id="229" name="Applebrandy River, Western Riverbed">
    <description>Erosion along the crumbling bank threatens to erase the empty waterway.  Dotting the sides, gritty silt and jagged furrows give evidence to the slow changing of the land.  Meanwhile, shoots of grass, both fresh and from seasons past, break through the exposed earth in a seemingly futile attempt to fight the effects of time.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="228" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="230" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="231" />
  </node>
  <node id="230" name="Applebrandy River, Eastern Riverbed">
    <description>The riverbed stumbles through a series of wavy ruts bearing the accumulation of rich sediment over the passing years.  Colorful calcified deposits cake the walls, narrowing and impeding passage still further.  Far above, a family of knifewrens have made a nest on a small ledge, squawking cheerfully at nothing in particular.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="228" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="232" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="233" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="231" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="229" />
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  <node id="231" name="Applebrandy River, Western Riverbed" note="grass eels|eels">
    <description>Knee-high grasses span the width of the broad riverbed, creating the illusion of a smooth continuous flow as the stalks sway on the wind.  A solitary boulder crests the pale green waves like the hump of an old tortoise's shell.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="229" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="228" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="230" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="232" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="233" />
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  <node id="232" name="Applebrandy River, Eastern Riverbed">
    <description>This area of the dried riverbed is choked with debris.  Small sticks, sharp splinters of whitened bone and rusty weapons poke their treacherous teeth above the deep, luxuriant grass.  The floor itself is notably higher in relation to the sloping walls.  An overhanging ledge to the east lies within easy reach.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="230" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="233" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="231" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go overhanging ledge" destination="28" />
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  <node id="233" name="Applebrandy River, Western Riverbed">
    <description>A stone wall looms over the bank, and rows of neatly tended trees grow beyond the barrier.  Dank leaves, intermixed with an occasional shriveled brown rock, have created layers of composting materials upon the ground.  Clinging to the wind, a faint smell of apples mixes with the aroma of wild grass and detritus filling the gorge.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="231" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="230" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="232" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rocky incline" destination="234" />
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  <node id="234" name="Applebrandy River, Doline">
    <description>Years of water flowing across the fertile ground eventually caused the soil to succumb to the weight of the world, creating a rather large sinkhole in the riverbed.  The sides of the concave depression slope gently downward towards the middle, where the grassy floor evens out until rising again across the way.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="235" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="237" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="236" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rocky incline" destination="233" />
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  <node id="235" name="Applebrandy River, Doline">
    <description>Whenever the wind blows, the breeze swirls around inside the sinkhole and stirs the tall grasses like a mixed drink.  Pebbles sporadically rain into the depression from the banks above, only to roll toward the middle and add to the collection of rock fragments already in place.  Unlike the rest of the riverbed, the floor of the doline is somewhat softer due to the disintegrating bedrock beneath the thin layer of green.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="237" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="236" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="234" />
  </node>
  <node id="236" name="Applebrandy River, Doline">
    <description>Like a colossal bowl, the ground slants at a gentle gradient toward the center of the area, as if the earth was trying to swallow everything that brazenly adventures into the sinkhole.  Chattering birds occasionally land on the awkward sticks jutting out over the sides of the sinkhole, only to be frightened away by the low, intermittent hissing from the grass below.  The spindly green stalks flinch in spurts and jerks from hidden movement underneath.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="234" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="235" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="237" />
  </node>
  <node id="237" name="Applebrandy River, Doline">
    <description>Occasional shrieks from flying predators overhead echo all around in the deep sinkhole, filling the space with piercing avian cries of the hunt.  The grass rises up from the rock-strewn ground like the hackles of a dog, tensed as if in response to the movement of creatures underfoot.  Nature never lets silence exist for very long amongst the ever-present flora and fauna.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="235" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="236" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="234" />
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  <node id="238" name="Ancient Tower, Exterior" note="Ancient Tower">
    <description>The round base of a massive stone tower rests among the cracked rocks and rubble which have worked their way loose from brittle mortar and have fallen to rest at the great structure's feet.  Silverleaf vines slink up from the dry soil and interweave to form a massive living wall, perhaps the only element bracing the ancient tower from collapsing into a heap of stones and dust.  A gaping archway on the west side of the tower is all that remains of the wooden doorway which once hung there.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go worn path" destination="100" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go gaping archway" destination="239" />
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  <node id="239" name="Ancient Tower, First Level">
    <description>Long brilliant rays of light stream through stone cracks as wide as a barbarian's fist and bounce off the floating dust particles which choke the air and lie thick across the floor.  Even the multitudinous spider webs which span from ceiling to wall to doorway are coated with a thick chalky layer.  A steep spiralling stair is the single standing structure on this first level floor.</description>
    <description>The chill night air creeps through stone cracks as wide as a barbarian's fist and fans the floating dust particles which choke the air and lie thick across the floor.  Even the multitudinous spider webs which span from ceiling to wall to doorway are coated with a thick chalky layer.  A steep spiralling stair is the single standing structure on this first level floor.</description>
    <position x="-580" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="238" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb spiralling stair" destination="240" />
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  <node id="240" name="Ancient Tower, Stairwell" note="Corveson" color="#00FF00">
    <description>Chipped and broken stone steps spiral up and down the round interior of the ancient tower.  Here and there along the walls gaps remain where mighty stone blocks have slipped from their mortar and fallen to the ground below.  You also see some steps leading up and some stairs leading down.</description>
    <position x="-560" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stairs" destination="239" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steps" destination="241" />
  </node>
  <node id="241" name="Ancient Tower, Stairwell">
    <description>Chipped and broken stone steps spiral up and down the round interior of the ancient tower.  Here and there along the walls gaps remain where mighty stone blocks have slipped from their mortar and fallen to the ground below.</description>
    <position x="-540" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stairs" destination="240" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steps" destination="242" />
  </node>
  <node id="242" name="Ancient Tower, Stairwell">
    <description>Chipped and broken stone steps spiral up and down the round interior of the ancient tower.  Here and there along the walls gaps remain where mighty stone blocks have slipped from their mortar and fallen to the ground below.</description>
    <position x="-520" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stairs" destination="241" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steps" destination="243" />
  </node>
  <node id="243" name="Ancient Tower, Stairwell">
    <description>Chipped and broken stone steps spiral up and down the round interior of the ancient tower.  Here and there along the walls gaps remain where mighty stone blocks have slipped from their mortar and fallen to the ground below.</description>
    <position x="-520" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stairs" destination="242" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steps" destination="244" />
  </node>
  <node id="244" name="Ancient Tower, Stairwell">
    <description>Chipped and broken stone steps spiral up and down the round interior of the ancient tower.  Here and there along the walls gaps remain where mighty stone blocks have slipped from their mortar and fallen to the ground below.</description>
    <position x="-540" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stairs" destination="243" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steps" destination="245" />
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  <node id="245" name="Ancient Tower, Abandoned Workshop" note="Abandoned Workshop">
    <description>Before continuing its up and downward spirals, the staircase breaks open onto a stone platform which may have served at one time as a magical workshop.  Blackened walls, floor, and ceiling speak eloquently of a powerful magic gone awry and backfiring on its caster.  The room is empty but for a single rosewood case, which stands as if left untouched by magic and time.</description>
    <position x="-560" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stairs" destination="244" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steps" destination="246" />
  </node>
  <node id="246" name="Ancient Tower, Open Air Shrine" note="Telescope">
    <description>The suppressive walls below give way to open air on this top level of the tower.  Great stone columns steadfastly support a battered and weathered roof which has long since lost its shingles to the elements.  The rotted remnants of wooden railings hang limply between columns, having lived out their usefulness years ago.</description>
    <position x="-580" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb spiraling staircase" destination="245" />
  </node>
  <node id="247" name="Hunting Preserve, Wooded Area" color="#008000">
    <description>The path winds between giant oaks mixed in with a secondary growth of smaller trees of many types.  Your footsteps are hushed on a thick carpet of rotting leaves and pine needles.  The air is fresh with the smell of growing things and rich earth.  The only jarring note is an odd footprint in the dirt.  Of some size, it seems almost human but for its far longer toes ending in deep indentations that speak of non-human claws.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="248" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go gravel road" destination="86" />
  </node>
  <node id="248" name="Hunting Preserve, Wooded Area" color="#008000">
    <description>This small clearing is open to the sky but surrounded by a thick growth of trees.  The ground here is soft and shows evidence of recent footsteps.  There is a faint scent of burned wood and ash from the east while several other paths branch off in various directions.  A tall, grotesque totem carved of ironwood dominates the center of the clearing.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="249" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="251" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="254" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="247" />
  </node>
  <node id="249" name="Hunting Preserve, Wooded Area" color="#008000">
    <description>Something has bedded down here lately.  A crude lean-to of branches stripped of their leaves sits in this tiny clearing.  A torn and ruined backpack lies in front of the lean-to and several trees bear scorch marks as if they had been hit by a mage's fire spells.  There is a faint scent of dried blood in the air and hundreds of large flies buzz about in morbid curiosity.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="248" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="250" />
  </node>
  <node id="250" name="Hunting Preserve, Wooded Area" color="#008000">
    <description>The trees grow thick here and the air is heavy and still.  Dried twigs and branches underfoot cause you to move carefully lest a snap give warning to things best left undisturbed.  A partially-gnawed corpse of a small inkhorne deer hangs impaled upon a sharp upthrust branch.  The stench of its corruption thickens the air with a sweetish, vile miasma.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="249" />
  </node>
  <node id="251" name="Hunting Preserve, Firepit" color="#008000">
    <description>Carved benches of stone and wood circle a firepit in the center of this large clearing.  Your nose tells you that there has been a fire here not too far in the past and a pile of cracked and charred bones suggests whatever lit the fire might not hesitate at taking a try at your own marrow.  You suddenly realize this part of the woods is very quiet, no bird chirps nor does any breeze rustle the leaves.  Crude standards depicting a clenched fist with rust-colored claws surround the clearing.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="60" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="248" />
  </node>
  <node id="252" name="Hunting Preserve, Woodlot" color="#008000">
    <description>This is an open area, mostly bare of trees.  It appears to have served as the woodlot for the manor as there are stumps everywhere and the ground is littered with scraps and splinters of wood.  A large woodpile left long ago to dry, has become a tangled mess covered with vines and moss.  Huge flat fungi sprout from the stacks of rotting logs.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="253" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="251" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rotting woodpile" destination="514" />
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  <node id="253" name="Hunting Preserve, Barren Spot">
    <description>Near the protecting outer wall, the earth is barren for some reason.  There is no sign of growth or tree and the soil is a hard and brittle thing with no life in it.  The wall seems in surprisingly good shape.  On this side at least, time has not worked any harm.  Rising too tall to climb, it seems to have done its duty well in protecting this place.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="252" />
  </node>
  <node id="254" name="Hunting Preserve, Wooded Path" color="#008000">
    <description>This path snakes between two close-set trees with low-hanging foliage.  A perfect spot for an ambush, you note to yourself, while trying to stay to the center of the narrow path, away from the shadows and their feeling of watchful menace.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="248" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="255" />
  </node>
  <node id="255" name="Hunting Preserve, Wooded Path" color="#008000">
    <description>The ground here is slightly damp and marshy underfoot.  Several snails laboriously work their way across a large rock, leaving glistening trails of slime.  An odd form of clinging vine has snaked around the trees here and there.  Many heavy loops of it threaten to garrotte you as they dangle along your path among the dense greenery.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="254" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="256" />
  </node>
  <node id="256" name="Hunting Preserve, Wooded Marsh" color="#008000">
    <description>The ground is low and swampy underfoot.  Each step leaves an imprint in the soil that oozes moisture.  There are heavy vines looped over everything and your footing is unsteady as you try to avoid tripping.  Every bare patch of ground sprouts colonies of dead-white toadstools.  From nearby you hear a deep croaking sound followed by several more in different directions until you stand in the midst of a chorus of frog calls.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="255" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="257" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="258" />
  </node>
  <node id="257" name="Hunting Preserve, Rocky Springs">
    <description>Standing on relatively firm ground, you note a natural cairn of rocks from which a bubbling spring arises to flow down into the boggy ground south and west.  A tiny pond has formed at the base of the rocks and little water-skimmer insects dart across its smooth surface, dodging each other like frantic ice skaters.  There is a wild and untamed beauty here that earns your respect for whoever first laid out this abandonded park.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="259" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="256" />
  </node>
  <node id="258" name="Hunting Preserve, Marshy Path" color="#008000">
    <description>Several willow trees grow close together, nearly choking off the pathway.  Somewhere nearby you hear flowing water.  Brightly colored flowers hang from thick-stemmed creepers along the tree trunks, while numerous dragonflies flit among them on jewelled wings.  From time to time a shaft of light fights its way through the greenery and strikes the fliers' wings, causing their intense colors to glisten and sparkle.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="256" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="260" />
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  <node id="259" name="Hunting Preserve, Rock Outcrop">
    <description>A large rock outcrop thrusts its way from beneath the boggy soil here, blocking all passage save back towards a nearby spring.  The outcrop rises alongside the outer wall of the preserve but a series of downward- and upward-pointing spikes set near the top discourage any thoughts of rock-climbing today.  Large patches of moss form abstract designs on the granite outcrop and one struggling tree has tried to make a home in a dirt-filled crack in the rock.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="257" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" hidden="True" destination="140" />
  </node>
  <node id="260" name="Hunting Preserve, Stream" color="#008000">
    <description>The path ends here at a small stream that sings softly to itself as it flows among mossy stones.  Midges and gnats swarm above the water in clouds and they react to your presence with hungry delight.  Looking north along the stream bed you see it flows from beneath a high stone wall.  A tiny fish breaks the water's surface to snag a minute insect for supper.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="261" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="258" />
  </node>
  <node id="261" name="Hunting Preserve, Stream" color="#008000">
    <description>The stream flows gently from north to south, running along an obviously artificial course.  This place was once meant as a pleasant spot to sit and enjoy the sound, as there is an ancient stone bench, now overturned and broken, set along the stream's edge.  A small hole in the stream bank appears to mark the home of a badger or some other water-dweller.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="260" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="262" />
  </node>
  <node id="262" name="Hunting Preserve, Stream" color="#008000">
    <description>A stream widens out as it approaches a small river.  The ground is soft and marshy and is heavy with reeds and sedge-grass.  Frogs croak loudly along the banks and one occasionally leaps into the water with a loud splash.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="261" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="263" />
  </node>
  <node id="263" name="Hunting Preserve, Willow Grove and Stream" color="#008000">
    <description>The stream runs down into a small muddy river, hard by a large grove of willows growing in the rich soil.  As they whisper to each other, long branches brushing the ground in a gentle breeze, it seems to you that there are words and meanings hidden in the idle sounds.  Beneath your feet, the boggy ground shows traces of someone or something else passing by recently.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="262" />
  </node>
  <node id="264" name="Northwall Trail, Wooded Grove" note="Map6_Crossing_North_Gate.xml|N Gate">
    <description>The sounds of the river splash through the trees from the southeast, where the woods end abruptly in a tangle of felled trees.  The massive deadfall looks like the remains of some giant creature, its weather-bleached bones laying in a great heap beside the river.</description>
    <description>The sounds of the river splash through the trees to the southeast, where the tangled trunks of a massive deadfall laying along the riverbank glow a ghostly pale in the moonlight.</description>
    <position x="40" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="221" />
  </node>
  <node id="265" name="Crossing, North Wall Battlements" note="Map1_Crossing.xml">
    <description>Rounding the city's northwestern-most point, the cobbled walkway stretches a short distance before being interrupted by an unfinished section of the town wall.  Although a stack of felled trees evidences the logging in progress, the forest is still perilously close to the new defenses and provides would-be attackers protective cover.</description>
    <position x="20" y="-10" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="266" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb break" destination="220" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb jagged embrasure" destination="221" />
  </node>
  <node id="266" name="Crossing, West Gate Battlements" note="Map1_Crossing.xml">
    <description>The fitted stone of the town walls intersects in a curved angle, one side becoming the western wall and the other stretching out against the northern border of the town.  From this vantage point above the West Gate, a warrior can watch for enemies breaking from the cover of the northern forest or sweeping up from the grassy plains to the southwest.</description>
    <position x="0" y="-10" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="265" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="267" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb narrow embrasure" destination="1" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stone stairs" destination="266" />
  </node>
  <node id="267" name="Crossing, West Wall Battlements" note="Map1_Crossing.xml">
    <description>The cobbled pavement atop the walkway crumbles into the unfinished wall as it stretches south toward the Segoltha River.  The view over the wall of lush grassland and farms is a stark contrast to the sight of the slums and squalid buildings that line Kertigen Road.</description>
    <position x="0" y="10" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="266" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb low embrasure" destination="2" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go enclosed lean-to" destination="267" />
  </node>
  <node id="268" name="Temple Hill, Neighborhood Entrance" note="Temple Hill" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A pair of stone pillars mark the edge of the neighborhood named Temple Hill.  A freshly graded, crushed-stone street carries traffic south into the heart of the community.  Running along one side of the lane, a low stone wall, cut with a prominent wrought iron gate, borders the grounds of Temple Hill Manor.  Across the street are a row of neat stone cottages.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="269" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stone pillars" destination="2" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wrought gate" destination="287" />
  </node>
  <node id="269" name="Temple Hill, Temple Hill Lane" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The crushed stone of the lane leads between several stone cottages, winding its way deeper into the district.  Young locust trees have been planted along both sides of the road in the hopes that with the passage of time they will shade the way.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="268" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="270" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="288" />
  </node>
  <node id="270" name="Temple Hill Lane, Salvage Stoneworks" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>With lights dimmed for the night, somber cottages stand across from a large industrial workshop that dominates the south side of the lane.  Just visible in the weak light behind the large building is a chute leading down from a quarry that lifts strange vertical shadows into the night sky.</description>
    <description>Lazy clouds of dust occasionally billow out from a large stoneworking shop dominating the south side of Temple Hill Lane.  Behind the workshop, loose rock and unprocessed rubble tumbles down a large chute from a partially visible quarrying area.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="271" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="269" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb chute" destination="285" />
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  <node id="271" name="Temple Hill, Temple Hill Lane" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Dark iron lanterns hung from tall poles glow softly against the darkness of night.  A scattering of pots and vases leave shadows against the somber walls of the homes.</description>
    <description>Carefully tended lawns and young trees provide evidence that the residents of this neighborhood are planting and planning for the future.  Stone and brick cottages line the lane, with somber colors predominating -- mostly dark greys, dark browns, and dull reds, although the trimmings and trappings suggest the inhabitants are not nearly as gloomy as their dwellings.</description>
    <position x="0" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="272" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="273" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="270" />
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  <node id="272" name="Temple Hill, Temple Hill Lane" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Lawns and gardens stretch out alongside stone cottages that stand in rows along the lane.  Small trees and plantings decorate the well-tended lawns, but none are of any immense size.  Evidently, the temple rubble provides better building material than soil for planting.</description>
    <position x="40" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="275" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="271" />
  </node>
  <node id="273" name="Temple Hill, Memorial Park" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Grass surrounds a small reflecting pool in this wooded park at the top of the hill.  Strategically placed low stone benches surround the pool, allowing peaceful contemplation of life.  Roses twine along a fence that separates the park from the quarry to the east.</description>
    <position x="0" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="271" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="274" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go grassy path" destination="284" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb low fence" destination="286" />
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  <node id="274" name="Temple Hill, Memorial Park" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Jagged stone makes a staggered path through this restful park.  Tall trees reach out to the sky and give homes to squirrels, rabbits and a variety of birds.  A lone stone bench, flanked on each side by a pot of fragrant flowers, offers a place for quiet reflection.</description>
    <position x="40" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="273" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go staggered path" destination="282" />
  </node>
  <node id="275" name="Temple Hill, Temple Hill Lane" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Brightly lit stone cottages throw light almost everywhere on the darkened street except for one rubble-strewn lot, leaving it in the shadows.  An unusually sturdy fence, immediately noticeable even in the dim light, surrounds the area.</description>
    <description>Cozy, sturdy white cottages line the crushed-stone street, with the exception of one cordoned-off lot.  The fence surrounding it is quite sturdy, and has been patched and reinforced to prevent even the most agile of children from wandering into the area.</description>
    <position x="60" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="276" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="272" />
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  <node id="276" name="Temple Hill, Temple Hill Lane" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Stolid cottages stand in the darkness of the crushed stone street bending around the hill.  A cluster of lighted windows are visible downhill, backed by the shadowy mass of the city wall and the lights of the Crossing twinkling in the inky darkness beyond.</description>
    <description>The street turns to follow the contour of Temple Hill, providing a good view from the high vantage point.  Downhill lies a small court with a statue in the center.  Rising behind it are the earthen ramparts of the Crossing, the roofs of the city peeking over the top of the wall.</description>
    <position x="80" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="277" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="278" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="275" />
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  <node id="277" name="Temple Hill, Battle Bell Court" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Snuggled between trees, hills, and the city wall, the tranquil court rests quietly in the night.  Graceful cottages cluster around a huge iron bell hung from a decorative stone tower.  Candles carefully placed within the tower lend a soft warm glow to the bell within.</description>
    <description>The clamor of commerce from around the West Gate carries from beyond the city wall, but this tranquil court is well screened from view among the trees.  Graceful cottages cluster around a huge iron bell hung from a decorative stone tower.</description>
    <position x="100" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="276" />
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  <node id="278" name="Temple Hill, Temple Hill Lane" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Carefully arranged cottages surround a stone pedestal topped by a glass case.  The many lights of the Crossing glisten to the east, while a thoughtfully placed lantern highlights a bronze plaque and the contents of the glass case.</description>
    <description>Cottages surround a simply carved stone pedestal in the center of the lane.  A glass case surmounts the pedestal, with a bronze plaque mounted firmly on the front.  Downhill to the east, a great expanse of rooftops stretches out behind the earthen mass of the Crossing city wall.</description>
    <position x="80" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="276" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="279" />
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  <node id="279" name="Temple Hill, Temple Hill Lane" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Scents of cedar and pine drift upon the air, perhaps from the fires of the nearby homes.  Soft rustlings of night creatures mingle with faint owl hoots and form a serene melody.  To the east, the twinkling lights of Crossing contrast with the closer black bulk of the city wall.</description>
    <description>Scents of fresh bread and baked goods drift upon the air, perhaps from one of the nearby homes.  Sounds of children playing mingle with bird song and form a pleasant melody.  The cozy cottages here have a sweeping view of the Crossing wall below with the city beyond.</description>
    <position x="80" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="278" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="281" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go crushed path" destination="280" />
  </node>
  <node id="280" name="Temple Hill, Captain's Court" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A small pond in the middle of this quiet, restful court sports tiny boats upon its surface.  Outdoor lanterns from the surrounding cottages give a nice, soft glow to the surrounding shrubs and flowers.  Taller trees loom to the south as an occasional sleepy birdcall sounds in the darkness.</description>
    <description>Laughter rings loud as children play with boats upon a small pond.  Each cottage in this pleasant court faces the pond and has a different flag hung from its eaves.  To the south grows a more densely wooded area that offers the children more exciting play.</description>
    <position x="80" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go crushed path" destination="279" />
  </node>
  <node id="281" name="Temple Hill, Hero's March" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The low, yellowish vegetation of the lane gives way to deeper greens and larger shrubs, partially masking the gentle slope to the south.  One young lunat tree seems to be thriving, although it still stands only about as tall as a Gor'Tog.</description>
    <position x="60" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="279" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="282" />
  </node>
  <node id="282" name="Temple Hill, Hero's March" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The stately manors constructed high on Temple Hill enjoy a broad view of the Mycthengelde Flatlands and the roofs of the Crossing.  The dense city lights of the Crossing create a dull glow overhead that contrasts notably with the scattered cottage lights along Finch Cottage Path down beyond a narrow stone path.</description>
    <description>The stately manors constructed high on Temple Hill enjoy a broad view of the Mycthengelde Flatlands and the roofs of the Crossing.  Rows of colorful flowers and shrubs encircle each manor and give them a distinctive look.  A narrow stone path leads south towards Finch Cottage Path.</description>
    <position x="40" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="281" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="283" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go grassy path" destination="274" />
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  <node id="283" name="Temple Hill, Hero's March" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Cheery glows emanate from the windows of stone cabins lining Hero's March, echoed by a small glimmer of lights from the Crossing to the east.  A scattering of cabin lights twinkle to the south through the thick undergrowth.</description>
    <description>Cottages lining the crushed rubble surface of Hero's March have expansive views of Finch Cottage Path and a tiny glimpse of the Crossing's western wall.  Clusters of homes, visible as roofs and chimneys, poke through the lush vegetation below while birdsong drifts on the air.</description>
    <position x="20" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="282" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="284" />
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  <node id="284" name="Temple Hill, Hero's March" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A heavy cast iron sundial is centered in the middle of the crushed stone path, a low dark shape in the dimness.  Occasional gleams of light like bright gold shine from cottage windows or doors.  Nearly invisible in the shadows between two cottages, a grassy path winds uphill.</description>
    <description>A heavy cast iron sundial is centered in middle of the crushed stone path, surrounded by a narrow ring of low-growing herbs.  Occasionally a bird swoops down to land on it, as if checking the time.  Between two cottages, a grassy path winds uphill.</description>
    <position x="0" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="283" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="292" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="291" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go grassy path" destination="273" />
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  <node id="285" name="Temple Hill, Salvage Quarry">
    <description>Piles of stone and pieces of machinery stand silently in the darkness.  Along the west edge of the quarry the dust of the day's work has settled upon the machines in a thick layer opposite piles of sorted material.  A cliff stands to the south, forming a tall backdrop to the scene.</description>
    <description>Workers sort the salvaged stone of the quarry into piles of similar size and color.  Along the west edge of the pit, stone is pounded and poured through stacked sieves to make various grades of sand and gravel.  Finished materials are stacked along the side of the quarry until needed, when they are slid down a large chute to the stone works.  Every few minutes, warning shouts precede a great tumbling of raw materials from a cliff to the south.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb short cliff" destination="286" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb stone chute" destination="270" />
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  <node id="286" name="Temple Hill, Salvage Quarry">
    <description>Tall stone faces loom above three sides of the quarry, standing stark in the night.  Occasionally small stones slide down from the treacherous rock walls, echoing loudly as they reach the bottom and bounce over a low cliff.</description>
    <description>Tall faces of variegated stone loom above the observer on three sides of the quarry.  Workers pry mixed stone and rubble from these rock walls, sending it tumbling into piles which are then shoved over a small cliff to the north for sorting.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb small cliff" destination="285" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb quarry face" destination="273" />
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  <node id="287" name="Temple Hill Manor, Grounds" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Framed by a low stone wall pierced with a wrought iron gate, a grand lawn stretches out along three sides of Temple Hill Manor to gracefully encompass the elegant abode.  Low plantings form dark hummocks on the lawn, and young trees throw thin dark shadows across the front of the manor.  Two bronze statues set on stone pedestals hold places of honor on the great lawn.</description>
    <description>Framed by a low stone wall pierced with a wrought iron gate, a grand lawn stretches out along three sides of Temple Hill Manor to gracefully encompass the elegant abode.  Small plantings dot the grass, drawing attention toward the young maple trees flanking the door of the manor.  Two bronze statues set on stone pedestals hold places of honor on the great lawn, further enhancing the elegant setting.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wrought gate" destination="268" />
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  <node id="288" name="Temple Hill, Hero's March" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The taller vegetation of the Mycthengelde Flatlands grows close against the hill below this stretch of Hero's March.  Darkness and shadows create an illusion that the Mycthengelde treetops are but an extension of Temple Hill.  Stone cottages cluster along the dark gravel of the street, their windows throwing a welcome light on the comforting scene.</description>
    <description>The Mycthengelde Flatlands encroach upon the base of Temple Hill just below this stretch of Hero's March, with the tallest trees almost an extension of the hill.  Stone cottages cluster along the gravel surface of the way, the solid houses and well-maintained street lending a sense of permanence to the area.  Children shout as they sport among the cottages, their noises echoed by the noise of stone falling in a nearby quarry.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="100" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="289" />
  </node>
  <node id="289" name="Temple Hill, Hero's March" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Low plantings form lines and odd geometric figures on the lawns that surround the gaily lit stone cottages.  A few raised beds sport taller varieties of vegetation that draw thick shadows around them in the embrace of the night.</description>
    <description>Yellowish-green lawns and shrubs stretch in front of cozy stone cottages, green only where the owners have imported soil or planted raised beds.  In spite of the yellow color, the residents of this area are enthusiastic gardeners as shown by the attention to their landscaping.</description>
    <position x="-70" y="130" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="288" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="290" />
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  <node id="290" name="Temple Hill, Hero's March" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A broad view of the Mycthengelde Flatlands looms emptily to the west, fading into the dark night.  Pristine cottages face a tall marble fountain whose surface is lit by carefully placed lamps.  Thick shrubs and pale flowers rustle in the breeze and send fragrant scents into the air.</description>
    <description>Pristine cottages line each side of the path and enjoy a pleasant view of a tall marble fountain and the surrounding flatlands.  A memorial plaque upon the fountain hails warriors from seasons past.  Thick shrubs and pale flowers grace each home with sweet smells and a touch of elegance.</description>
    <position x="-55" y="145" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="291" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="289" />
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  <node id="291" name="Temple Hill, Hero's March" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Colorful cottages line the crushed rock street and enjoy a panoramic view of the Mycthengelde Flatlands.  Young trees, freshly planted, lift up their scrawny limbs to the sky.  One such tree enjoys a ragtag doll hanging haphazardly from its highest point.</description>
    <description>Pristine cottages line each side of the path and enjoy a pleasant view of a tall marble fountain and the surrounding flatlands.  A memorial plaque upon the fountain hails warriors from seasons past.  Thick shrubs and pale flowers grace each home with sweet smells and a touch of elegance.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="284" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="290" />
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  <node id="292" name="Temple Hill, Finch Cottage Path" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Finch Cottage Path represents a drastic change from Temple Hill proper.  The soil is old and deep here, and vegetation flourishes.  Care was taken when building the cottages to leave as many of the original plants as possible.  The occasional ruffle of feathers reveals the presence of a flock of birds roosting for the night in the thick shrubbery of the area.</description>
    <description>Finch Cottage Path represents a drastic change from Temple Hill proper.  The soil is old and deep here, and vegetation flourishes.  Care was taken when building the cottages to leave as many of the original plants as possible.  Numerous songbirds flit and chirp among the abundant shrubs and trees, a living reward for the careful preservation of plants.</description>
    <position x="0" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="284" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="293" />
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  <node id="293" name="Temple Hill, Finch Cottage Path" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Soft breezes carry over a wide tan circle of crushed stone and slip into the surrounding wyndwood trees, producing a soothing music of rustling leaves as they pass.  Snug cottages tuck themselves beneath the tangled tree limbs that lean in over the circle.  A platform birdfeeder on a tall pole in the middle of the circle stands lonesome in the night, waiting for birds to arrive with the dawn.</description>
    <description>A number of paths converge upon a wide tan circle of crushed stone surrounded by twisting wyndwood trees.  Snug cottages tuck themselves beneath the tangled tree limbs that reach out over the circle.  Birds dart about from tree to bush to shrub, pausing frequently at the cedar platform birdfeeder on a tall pole that stands at the center of the circle.</description>
    <position x="20" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="294" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="295" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="292" />
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  <node id="294" name="Temple Hill, Pine Finch Circle" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The path ends in a dim grove of trees with scattered lights originating from a small circle of cottages centered about a tall cedar platform birdfeeder.  The cottages are nestled beneath the canopies of tall old trees and almost disappear into shadows of the trees behind luxuriant stands of low plants.  Soft, irregular sounds disclose the presence of birds hidden for the night in the thick undergrowth.</description>
    <description>The path ends in a grove of trees containing a small circle of cottages centered about a tall cedar platform birdfeeder.  The cottages are nestled beneath the canopies of tall old trees and surrounded by luxuriant stands of low plants.  Birds sprint from place to place in a flurry of wings, pausing from time to time at the birdfeeder.</description>
    <position x="40" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="293" />
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  <node id="295" name="Temple Hill, Finch Cottage Path" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Lunat trees loom tall and shadowy over the path meandering between the warmly lit cottages snugly situated in thick stands of shrubs.  The tree-lined path continues to the south, while a smaller path branches off to the northwest.  The dense shrubbery emits an occasional drowsy chirp that hints at the notable avian population of the area.</description>
    <description>Lunat trees line the elegant path meandering between the comfortable-looking cottages snugly situated in thick stands of shrubs.  The tree-lined path continues to the south, while a smaller path branches off to the northwest.  Birds dart between shrubs and trees, while birdsong rings out in a near-constant flow of music.</description>
    <position x="0" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="293" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="297" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="296" />
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  <node id="296" name="Temple Hill, Goldfinch Circle" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The path dead-ends into a cozy circle of homes throwing warm light through their windows into a small clearing.  Cottages nearly disappear in thick growths of native plants and the landscaping gathers odd shadows in the dim light.  A cedar platform birdfeeder stands on a tall pole in the middle of the clearing, bereft of winged visitors by night.</description>
    <description>The path dead-ends into a cozy circle of homes clustered around a small clearing edged with wildflowers.  Comfortable cottages are nestled among native plants and lush landscaping tended with loving care.  Birds flit about the luxurious vegetation, pausing at a cedar platform birdfeeder on a tall pole.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="295" />
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  <node id="297" name="Temple Hill, Finch Cottage Path" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The graceful path winds among cheerily lit stone cottages nestled in thickets of vegetation.  One notable oak stands paternally near the path, a tall feeder hanging from its branches just visible in the dim light thrown out by the homes.</description>
    <description>The graceful path winds between stone cottages nestled in comforting thickets of vegetation.  Chirping echoes around the cottages as birds dart in and out amongst the shrubs.  A long sunflower feeder hangs from a sprawling old oak, providing a royal feast for visiting birds.</description>
    <position x="0" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="295" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="298" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="299" />
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  <node id="298" name="Temple Hill, House Finch Circle" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Tall shrubs and heavy vegetation grow in lush profusion around cozy stone cottages set in a rough circle.  Light from the cabin windows coalesces upon a large birdfeeder on a tall pole -- evidently the local entertainment.</description>
    <description>Native plants and bird-friendly vegetation grow in lush profusion around cozy stone cottages.  A large oak birdfeeder on a tall pole creates a focus for the cabins -- evidently bird watching is a common local interest.</description>
    <position x="20" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="297" />
  </node>
  <node id="299" name="Temple Hill, Finch Cottage Path" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Lunat trees cast long shadows over the path that narrows as it continues toward the southwest, slipping between cozy cottages pleasantly located in stands of tended vegetation.  A faint sound from the surrounding undergrowth provides evidence of the noteworthy number of birds found in the neighborhood.</description>
    <description>Lunat trees line the elegant path that narrows as it continues toward the southwest, slipping between cozy cottages pleasantly located in stands of tended vegetation.  Birds gambol in the air between trees on either side of the path and birdcalls ring out with a merry chatter from the surrounding undergrowth.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="297" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="300" />
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  <node id="300" name="Temple Hill, Finch Cottage Grounds" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Tall shrubbery dominates the landscaping around Finch Cottage, appearing denser in the dark.  Occasionally, rustling sounds and the rare sleepy birdcalls can be heard coming from the bushes.  A long feeder hangs in front of one window, waiting for birds to arrive with the dawn.</description>
    <description>The Finch Cottage grounds are carefully landscaped to attract birds.  Shrubs and berry bushes provide food and sanctuary, and nest boxes hung about the yard provide cozy homes.  Finches abound, attracted to a long hanging feeder in front of the cottage's window.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="299" />
  </node>
  <node id="301" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>Small, bent satinwoods cling to the rocky slope, their gnarled roots seeking patches of soil.  Tiny purple flowers spread across the ground, thriving and flourishing where the larger and greedier trees barely hang on.  A path levels out to the northwest, following the curve of the outcrop, while to the southwest the way continues on up.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="303" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rutted cliff" destination="302" />
  </node>
  <node id="302" name="Rocky Outcrop" note="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A huge rocky outcrop breaks through the thick, loamy soil of the forest as the ground rises and roughens.  Fewer trees grow up here, and those that do cling to what soil they can find are smaller and twisted.  Graceful ferns and lacy grey moss spread across the exposed rocks, softening their harsh outlines.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rutted cliff" destination="301" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb steep trail" destination="103" />
  </node>
  <node id="303" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A narrow stony shelf runs along one edge of the rocky outcrop, winding among boulders and gaps and the occasional stunted tree.  The view down to the east is green, a dense tree canopy only a short distance below.  Small grey birds dart back and forth between the trees, quarreling over something.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="301" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="304" />
  </node>
  <node id="304" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A gnarled satinwood tree grows jammed into a shadowy corner, its stunted branches reaching up to the sky.  Ferns rustle in the cold night breeze, punctuated by the call of a distant bird hunting somewhere in the blackness.</description>
    <description>A gnarled satinwood grows jammed into a rocky corner, its stunted branches reaching up out of the shadow, seeking the sun.  Yellowish ferns carpet the ground wherever a patch of soil lies, in crevices around the bare grey rocks.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="305" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="303" />
  </node>
  <node id="305" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A tangle of trees and shrubs growing in a deep patch of soil forces the path dangerously near the ledge to the east.  The rocky outcrop drops away, giving a view of a vast, dense forest.  Opposite the ledge, the rock rises up high overhead, the grey stone climbable only by spreading lichen and moss.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="-120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="306" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="304" />
  </node>
  <node id="306" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>Millenia of streaming rain have cut vertical grooves into the solid rock of the outcrop.  Looking like the scored bark of some huge grey tree, the grooved stone runs down the rock face into a shadowy hollow.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="305" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="307" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="326" />
  </node>
  <node id="307" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A cool breeze blows past the rocky outcrop and up the slope to the west.  Between the breeze and the perpetual shade here on the north side, it's rather chilly.  The trees don't seem to mind, though, nor do the scrubby bushes that cling to the rocky soil.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="306" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="308" />
  </node>
  <node id="308" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>The footing is treacherous here on this particularly steep stretch of winding path.  The trail turns south as it climbs higher, while the lower reaches are down to the east.  Not even bushes grow in this immediate area -- all is steep cliff and featureless rock, with a narrow trail made even more harrowing by gusting winds.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go twisty trail" destination="318" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="307" />
  </node>
  <node id="309" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A few stunted satinwood trees grow in the shallow soil up here on the outcrop.  Yellow-green grass and a few thornbushes fill in the space between the trees.  The bushes occasionally emit a rustling which isn't the product of the stiff breeze -- apparently some sort of small animal makes its home in this area, in whatever cover it can find.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="327" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="310" />
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  <node id="310" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A deeper patch of soil is home to a stand of lush bushes with ruffled blue flowers the size of an orange.  Small paw prints lead in and out of the bushes, with an occasional larger paw print showing that predators live here too.  Scruffy looking weeds grow in the rocky soil a distance from the bushes, and very little at all grows up the trail to the west, higher on the outcrop.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="309" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="311" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="332" />
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  <node id="311" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>This arm of the trail is wide and relatively flat, running between the northern and southern domes of the rocky outcrop.  Tough grass grows all about, and some bushes and an occasional satinwood tree grow here and there about the landscape.  The soil isn't very deep, nor very fertile, and the satinwoods aren't the healthiest specimens, but they persevere, as life always does, and they manage to survive the harsh conditions.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="310" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go twisting trail" destination="312" />
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  <node id="312" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>The northern lobe of the outcrop rises high above, even though this intersection itself is nowhere near ground level.  A spindly looking satinwood tree grows on the slope below and to the east, blocking most of the view in that direction.  No birds flutter in its branches -- the only creatures immediately visible on the tree are some black ants, marching in a line along one of its nearer limbs.  Some large claw marks in the bark suggest that larger animals are about, however.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="320" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go twisting trail" destination="311" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="313" />
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  <node id="313" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>The two mounds of the rocky outcropping cast deep shadows on this narrow gap hardly any light penetrates, even from the stars.  A few ferns and a scrubby bush rustle in the breeze.</description>
    <description>Little light penetrates this narrow gap between the two mounds of the outcropping.  Grey rock soars toward the sky to the north and south, with a deep, treacherous looking crevasse in between to the immediate south of the trail.  A few sickly ferns grow in gaps and chinks in the rock, and a scrubby bush with poisonous looking berries clings to one side of the slope.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="312" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow trace" destination="314" />
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  <node id="314" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>Piles of rubble indicate frequent rockslides on this side of the outcrop.  The loose boulders and rocks and pebbles make footing treacherous.  A narrow trail leads the eye up and to the northeast, toward the ridge crest.  Silhouetted trees whip back and forth in what appear to be strong winds.</description>
    <position x="-820" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="315" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb narrow trail" destination="321" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go narrow trace" destination="313" />
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  <node id="315" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>Coarse vines like grey-green twine cling to what little soil is to be found in hollows and chinks of the rock.  Fireflies swirl and swoop in glowing spirals over the night-darkened vegetation, striving to attract mates with their luminous dance while at the same time avoiding night-hunting predators.</description>
    <description>Tiny star-shaped flowers in purple and yellow dot coarse vines that cling, like grey-green twine, to what little soil is to be found in hollows and chinks of the rock.  A few hearty insects, always thriving wherever there's even a ghost of life, march among the flowers.  Some collect pollen or nectar, while others prey upon their neighbors.</description>
    <position x="-840" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="316" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="314" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="324" />
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  <node id="316" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>The trail winds around this northern lobe of the rocky outcrop, and a smaller path makes its way up to the eastern ridge.  Low bushes with grey-green leaves grow here and there on the slope, finding whatever pockets of soil there may be.  Occasional rustling sounds from the bushes suggest some sort of animal life, although if there are any small creatures here, they stay well hidden.</description>
    <position x="-840" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="317" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="315" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rocky ridge" destination="323" />
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  <node id="317" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A pile of white bones and a few shreds of rotting hide suggest that something had a good meal not too long ago.  A scrap of what looks like a hare's ear lies to one side, and the bones are about the right size to have been a hare.  Large paw prints cover the ground around the carcass, but they're too overlapped to show where the predator went.</description>
    <position x="-820" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go twisting trace" destination="318" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="316" />
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  <node id="318" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>The view to the northwest is grand at this elevation, with the landscape spread out like a patchwork quilt.  An eagle soars in the distance, keeping a sharp eye out for prey on the distant ground.  Closer in, the path curves east and west around the boundary of the rocky outcrop.  Sea level is far below, and most of the surfaces within immediate reach are vertical.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="319" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go twisting trace" destination="317" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go twisty trail" destination="308" />
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  <node id="319" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>Stringy creepers spread out across the rock like a fisherman's net spread to dry.  Ragged bell-shaped blossoms in a pale yellow decorate the vines, their petals glowing in the starlight.  Fireflies swirl and dance above the flowers, leaving glowing afterimages in the blackness.  Down in the dry dirt among the creepers is a large paw print, suggesting that creatures larger than fireflies do frequent this place.</description>
    <description>Stringy creepers spread out across the rock like a fisherman's net spread to dry.  Ragged bell-shaped blossoms in a pale yellow decorate the vines, their faces turned up to the sun like little cups.  A dull yellow butterfly flutters from one flower to the next, collecting what little nectar they manage to produce.  Down in the dry dirt among the creepers is a large paw print, suggesting that creatures larger than butterflies do frequent this place.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="-140" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="318" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="325" />
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  <node id="320" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>The path runs straight north and south here, scoured clean of dirt by the gusting wind.  A narrower trail, out of the wind but rough with loose stones, winds its way down the slope to the east.  Farther east and much closer to the ground, a deep green forest spreads across the land.  Farther yet, beyond the forest, are the regular, colored patches that mark croplands.  A tiny village is barely discernable as an irregular blotch in the rectangular blocks of fieldland.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="-120" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="312" />
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  <node id="321" name="Rocky Outcrop, Ridge">
    <description>An intrepid bird has made a nest high up in one of the stunted trees.  The nest is a marvel of engineering, clinging to the branches with grass and vines and mud-plaster.  That it's survived the steady, strong winds way up here speaks well of the stubborn bird who built it.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="322" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb narrow trail" destination="314" />
  </node>
  <node id="322" name="Rocky Outcrop, Ridge">
    <description>Wind-blown grit has sculpted the stone into fanciful shapes, scouring out the softer stone and leaving the harder layers ridged and twisted.  One spire looks rather like a chess piece, from the right angle.</description>
    <description>Wind-blown grit has sculpted the stone into fanciful shapes, scouring out the softer stone and leaving the harder layers ridged and twisted.  One spire looks rather like a chess piece from the right angle.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="-120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="321" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="323" />
  </node>
  <node id="323" name="Rocky Outcrop, Ridge">
    <description>The winds whip through the branches of the short, stunted trees up here on the ridge line.  It's uncomfortably cold, and eyes watering from the wind can't even properly appreciate the view.  Footing is good, since the wind has blown away loose stones and soil, leaving only what is well-anchored.</description>
    <position x="-820" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="322" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rocky ridge" destination="316" />
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  <node id="324" name="Rocky Outcrop, Slope">
    <description>The slope on this side of the outcrop is just barely navigable, about down to here.  The drop-off farther to the west is vertical, and the thought of climbing down it is unpleasant.  The view is spectacular, however, and the western lands spread out from one horizon to the other are awe-inspiring in their beauty and variety.</description>
    <position x="-840" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="315" />
  </node>
  <node id="325" name="Rocky Outcrop, Notch">
    <description>This narrow notch between two huge rocks is home to nothing more complex than some yellowish grass and a bit of lacy grey moss that blends nearly invisibly into the stone.  Little light penetrates here, and the atmosphere is bare and gloomy.  The only positive note about this place is that the same rocks which shade it also block the winds.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="319" />
  </node>
  <node id="326" name="Rocky Outcrop, Shaded Hollow">
    <description>Lush green ferns line this hollow in the rock.  The soil is thicker here, with the dry bed of a tiny stream, probably carved by flowing rain water, running down from above and disappearing into a dry, cracked basin.  Towering stone rises high overhead in every direction, making this hollow uncomfortably cool even though it's protected from the wind.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="306" />
  </node>
  <node id="327" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>The view to the east, of lush, green forest and a glistening brook, is a sharp contrast to the harsher landscape in the immediate area.  The deep, fertile soil of the forest is only a wish up here, where the ground is rocky and dry, with little loam in it.  Plants are smaller, tougher, and less colorful than down on the flatlands.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="309" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="328" />
  </node>
  <node id="328" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>The trail west leads up, higher onto the outcrop.  The breeze down here is cool and strong, but the branches of trees further up whip back and forth as though possessed by demons.  Just looking up at it makes one feel cold.  A smaller trail leading down to the southwest looks treacherous, but at least it doesn't look quite so chilly down there.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="327" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="330" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="329" />
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  <node id="329" name="Rocky Outcrop, Crumbly Ledge">
    <description>This ledge feels like it's about to fall off the rock face at any time.  Tough grass grows in the soil captured by cracks in the rock, and the roots of the plants pry, very slowly, at the stone, forcing it farther and farther apart.  Some day it'll give, and the ledge, and anything -- or any one -- on it will plunge down onto the flatlands below.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="328" />
  </node>
  <node id="330" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>The wind up here finds every gap and chink in clothing, armor, and anything else one might wrap up in.  The plant life, at least, doesn't seem to mind and other plants grow low to the ground.  No extravagant explosions of leaf or flower here -- everything is small, sturdy, and functional.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="331" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="328" />
  </node>
  <node id="331" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A wide spot in the trail invites a rest, and a clear view to the east invites a long, admiring look.  A verdant forest spreads out immediately below the rocky outcrop, stitched with the narrow thread of a glittering brook across its middle.  Beyond the forest lies cropland, planted in greens and browns and beiges, laid out like a game board.  A small village lies far to the east, nestled among the fields and orchards.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="330" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="332" />
  </node>
  <node id="332" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A patch of white puffy flowers spreads out across the ground, their dark green tendrils seeking out soil and water.  One mound of flowers looks like it's been chewed on, and some small paw prints in the dirt confirm the impression.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="331" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="333" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="310" />
  </node>
  <node id="333" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A crooked intersection in the trail splits the way into three branches.  A flat path runs east, and seems to be the easiest way to go.  A narrower trail winds up the side of the outcrop to the south, while a gap between a couple of rocks to the southwest leads down into shadow.  The ground here is scoured clean of soil by the winds, and there are no tracks to indicate which path might be the more heavily travelled.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="-60" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="climb" move="climb granite rockface" destination="334" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb twisted vine" destination="480" />
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  <node id="334" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>The steep trail takes a turn here, curving from the north to the southwest as it climbs.  Loose rock and pebbles make the footing uncertain, requiring complete concentration.  An occasional howling cry, blasting through the cold air, makes concentration difficult, however.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="335" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb granite rockface" destination="333" />
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  <node id="335" name="Rocky Outcrop" note="young ogres">
    <description>The trail winds around a slab of grey rock that thrusts into the air like a watchtower.  The winds are sharp this high up, slicing like frozen knives into every chink and opening in clothing or armor.  The only plants are low-growing, strongly rooted, or both. </description>
    <position x="-820" y="-20" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="340" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="334" />
  </node>
  <node id="336" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>Looking down from the crest of the rocky outcrop, the change of terrain between the rocks and the forest is obvious.  The dominant color on this side is grey -- grey rocks and grey-green foliage, spotted with occasional patches of dusty color where ever a plant has decided to put up flowers.  On the forest side the dominant color is a rich green, where lush trees and grass and ferns blend with larger and more colorful flowers.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="337" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="335" />
  </node>
  <node id="337" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A patch of low thornbushes crowns the rock at the base of a taller spire.  Sheltered somewhat from the wind, the bushes have managed to spread out and grow to about waist high.  Despite the lack of wind on this side of the spire, however, the bushes sway and rustle -- apparently something else has also taken advantage of the calmer air and the shelter of the foliage.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="0" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="336" />
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  <node id="338" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>The biting winds draw tears to the eyes, but the view to the east is worth some discomfort.  Directly below stands a lush forest, spread out like a deep green ribbon with a silver thread of water running through it.  Patches of fields and orchards stretch from the edge of the wood to the eastern horizon, marred only by a tiny blotch of town.  Far to the east, the smoke from dozens, or perhaps even hundreds of fires rises into the air, forming a foggy haze.</description>
    <description>Strong winds howl through the blackness of the night, finding unimagined gaps in clothing and armor.  Spread to the east is only more blackness, but lit by a few lights, here and there.  One is relatively close, east and a bit south, a small flicker indicating a band or perhaps a small village.  Slightly larger is the flickering glow from farther east, about halfway from here to the horizon.  And on the horizon itself is a spot that lights up a patch of land as broad as an outstretched hand. </description>
    <position x="-780" y="20" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="339" />
  </node>
  <node id="339" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>Tiny purple flowers cover the rocky summit.  Their mossy green foliage grows low to the ground, their roots digging in deep in search of both water and anchorage.  A few patches of the mossy plants look crushed or nibbled, but no loose soil is allowed to collect here, and there are no tracks to indicate what might have been browsing.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="338" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="340" />
  </node>
  <node id="340" name="Rocky Outcrop">
    <description>A single gnarled satinwood stands here, bent and twisted by the wind until it resembles nothing so much as a gnarled hand growing out of the rocky soil, all its fingers yearning toward the west.  A few low, mossy plants cling to its roots, sending up tiny purple flowers a bare fingerwidth above the ground.</description>
    <position x="-820" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="335" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="339" />
  </node>
  <node id="341" name="Siergelde's Meek">
    <description>Large rocks lie here and there, partially buried in the moist soil.  Dense foliage grows low to the ground, covered with tiny droplets of condensation.  A deep red vine clings to tree trunks, its tiny yellow blossoms giving off a pungent aroma.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="343" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go faint path" destination="342" />
  </node>
  <node id="342" name="Mycthengelde, Flatlands">
    <description>The ground is inclined here at the foot of the Siergelde.  The trail becomes indistinguishable as it disappears between low-growing shrubs and a thick grove of trees.  To the north, the trees give way to grassy plains.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="13" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="341" />
  </node>
  <node id="343" name="Siergelde's Meek">
    <description>You pick your way cautiously over the rocky floor of the forest grove.  A warm dampness swirls about you, causing your clothes to stick to your skin.  You notice that the trunks of the trees grow closer here, their entwined branches all but blotting out the sky.  While it is difficult to see very far in any direction, you can discern some light to the northeast.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="341" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="344" />
  </node>
  <node id="344" name="Siergelde's Meek">
    <description>The ground is rocky and uneven as it rises up the base of the Siergelde.  Large insects bred in the moist earth buzz about your feet and near your face as you move cautiously through the darkness.  A faint shimmer of light dances like a mirage to the southwest.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="343" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="345" />
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  <node id="345" name="Siergelde's Meek">
    <description>Moss clings heavily to the tree trunks and rocks within this forest grove.  The ground is springy beneath your feet as you make your way through the near darkness.  You can hear the occasional screech of a ringed owl breaking through the thick air, mingled with the constant buzz of insects.  The trees appear to thin to the southwest.</description>
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  <node id="346" name="Siergelde's Meek">
    <description>A heavy breeze stirs the canopy of the forest grove, and the parted branches reveal patches of sky.  Freshly-fallen leaves mix with damp soil to create a pleasant, earthy scent.</description>
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    <description>Here at the base of the Siergelde, a sheer drop of exposed rock rises from the thick forest grove.  Soft light filters through the open air between the rockface and the canopy of the grove, causing the rock to glisten as if flecked with tiny pieces of glass.  A cool, wispy breeze occasionally wends by, breaking the humidity.</description>
    <description>Here at the base of the Siergelde, a sheer drop of exposed rock rises from the thick forest grove.  Soft moonlight filters through the open air between the rockface and the canopy of the grove, causing the rock to glisten as if flecked with tiny pieces of glass.  A cool, wispy breeze occasionally wends by, breaking the humidity.</description>
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  <node id="348" name="Siergelde's Regard">
    <description>Your breath catches in your throat as you make your way carefully along the steep rockface.  An occasional bromeliad peeks out from a narrow crevice, its bright color commanding your attention.</description>
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  <node id="349" name="Siergelde's Regard">
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  <node id="350" name="Siergelde's Regard">
    <description>Light green grasses envelope the hillside, which rises sharply to its top from where you stand.  Little tufts of white, spindly flowers wave back and forth in the breeze like flimsy porcelain bells.  Dark stones seem to peek at you from around the hill, and a worn trail has been deeply cut along the sharp incline to the summit.</description>
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  <node id="351" name="Siergelde's Regard">
    <description>A gentle bluff provides a restful place to breathe the sweet, clean air of the hillside.  Far beyond the trees that mark the perimeter of the town walls to the north, you can see jagged peaks jutting into thick bands of clouds at the horizon.</description>
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  <node id="352" name="Siergelde's Regard">
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    <description>A carpet of thick rolling grasses is punctuated by tiny lavender flowers in what looks to be the foyer of the building.  A great monolith of speckled granite towers above you, its midsection etched with images.  Sparse tufts of juriweed skirt the point where the monolith has been driven into the ground by a power greater than any you can imagine.</description>
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    <description>A jagged stone has fallen from the top of the ruin walls and lies in the center of a massive arch.  A clump of juriweed has rooted beneath it, sending long spindly stems out in all directions.  Through the archway, you can clearly see the grasslands below, hemmed at the horizon by a thickly-wooded forest.  You notice there is little sound save the whisper of the wind.</description>
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  <node id="355" name="Siergelde, Ruins">
    <description>A large statue rises from the midst of a short crop of bushes near a crumbling archway.  Clinging vines rooted deeply in the ancient mortar snake their way up the massive column stones, straining to reach the ornate architrave.  Upon the architrave are carved various fruits, flowers and grains which surround a weathered brass plaque.  The short, sweet song of a meadow lark reaches your ears, breaking the deep silence.</description>
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  <node id="356" name="Siergelde, Ruins">
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    <description>Bright buttercups grow in tight patches along this edge of the ruin.  A support column has collapsed, tumbling the massive building stones into a great pile.  In front of this pile are three jagged rocks driven partially into the ground, forming a semi-circle.  Some previous visitor has painted images and symbols upon these rocks in a white, chalky substance that has nearly worn away.</description>
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  <node id="398" name="Siergelde Cliffs, Meander">
    <description>The riverbed continues its lazy maneuver over the landscape at the cliff's edge.  Clipped grasses spread along the outer edge of the path, but everything adjacent to the riverbed is dry and dusty.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="402" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="397" />
  </node>
  <node id="399" name="Siergelde Cliffs, Meander">
    <description>The riverbed continues its lazy maneuver over the landscape at the cliff's edge.  Clipped grasses spread along the outer edge of the path, but everything adjacent to the riverbed is dry and dusty.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="400" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="402" />
  </node>
  <node id="400" name="Siergelde Cliffs, Meander">
    <description>The riverbed continues its lazy maneuver over the landscape at the cliff's edge.  Clipped grasses spread along the outer edge of the path, but everything adjacent to the riverbed is dry and dusty.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="401" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="399" />
  </node>
  <node id="401" name="Siergelde Cliffs, Great Break">
    <description>A sudden break in the cliffs prohibits any further travel.  Known as the Great Break, this jagged rift separates the southern end of the riverbed from its northern part.  Far down at the bottom of the Great Break is a landscape of treetops, and the hint of a small lake.  Beyond it, the riverbed continues its winding course into a dusty, far-off horizon.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="400" />
  </node>
  <node id="402" name="Siergelde Cliffs, Meander">
    <description>The riverbed continues its lazy maneuver over the landscape at the cliff's edge.  Clipped grasses spread along the outer edge of the path, but everything adjacent to the riverbed is dry and dusty.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="399" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="398" />
  </node>
  <node id="403" name="Pear Tree, Canopy">
    <description>The leafy treetop forms a secure if spongy carpet beneath you, fanning out in all directions like a shimmering umbrella.  Tantalizing vreeland pears hang just out of reach, golden brown and tempting.  You can climb down the way you came up, or rest here for a bit.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb pear tree" destination="20" />
  </node>
  <node id="404" name="Wilderness, Deep Forest">
    <description>A large bramble patch seems to block any hope of movement to the south.  In the thick loam beneath the trees a barely visible path heads northeast.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="405" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bramble patch" destination="114" />
  </node>
  <node id="405" name="Wilderness, Deep Forest">
    <description>The trees thin out a little here giving more light to the undergrowth.  Several clusters of bright red, sharp yellow and deep blue flowers help break up the green and brown monotony of the forest.  To the north through the tree tops some mountain peaks are barely visible.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="406" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="404" />
  </node>
  <node id="406" name="Wilderness, Deep Forest">
    <description>A jagged stump as large around as a table sticks dangerously out of the ground.  It looks as if a group of mad lumberjacks hacked at a tree with hand axes before the upper portion finally ripped away from the stump.  Leading from the stump, deep ruts in the ground head northeast.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="-120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="407" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="405" />
  </node>
  <node id="407" name="Wilderness, Deep Forest">
    <description>The path is marred with deep ruts which lead to the ragged end of a large felled tree.  Some of the tree's branches have gotten caught on the surrounding bushes preventing it from being dragged any further. Fortunately, the tree was shoved somewhat off the northern side of path giving barely enough room to continue northeast.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="408" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="406" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb felled tree" destination="409" />
  </node>
  <node id="408" name="Wilderness, Deep Forest">
    <description>The path disappears here amid small bushes and tall trees.  High overhead, a battered hip boot swings casually in the wind apparently caught at the ankle by a snare.  More tripped, but empty snares dangle from various tree limbs, silent testimony to their makers lack of skill.</description>
    <position x="-580" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="407" />
    <arc exit="go" move="search go trampled path" destination="482" />
  </node>
  <node id="409" name="Wilderness, Deep Forest">
    <description>A group of squirrels cavorts in the undergrowth and dry leaves.  Suddenly one of them dashes part way up a tree, only to be soundly chittered at by the others.  He dives down among them, rolling several end over end, before disappearing into a bush.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="410" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb felled tree" destination="407" />
  </node>
  <node id="410" name="Wilderness, Deep Forest">
    <description>Nestled beneath some large ferns, an old lean-to offers a little protection from the elements.  In front of it, a well-used fire pit and a poorly hidden cache of fire wood suggests that there are frequent visitors here.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="409" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="411" />
  </node>
  <node id="411" name="Wilderness, Deep Forest">
    <description>Hundreds of bees fly in and out of this area, at times coming dangerously close.  Their activity seems to be centered around a hollowed trunk which they've converted into a Gor'tog-sized hive.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="-180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="410" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="412" />
  </node>
  <node id="412" name="Wilderness, Deep Forest">
    <description>To the north, the dense forest is interrupted by a dry creek bed running roughly east and west.  The edge of the creek has eroded creating a gentle slope down to the bed.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="-200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="411" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="413" />
  </node>
  <node id="413" name="Wilderness, Dry Creek Bed">
    <description>It's been some time since water has flowed through this creek bed.  The hollows and low points of the bed have filled with leaves and dirt.  The southern lip of the creek has eroded creating a gentle slope up.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="-200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="417" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="414" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="412" />
  </node>
  <node id="414" name="Wilderness, Dry Creek Bed">
    <description>In sharp contrast to the thriving forest to the north and south, a small, lanky flowering bush clings to life on the rocky bed.  Though sunlight is plentiful, there is barely enough soil or water to sustain it.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="-220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="413" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="415" />
  </node>
  <node id="415" name="Wilderness, Dry Creek Bed">
    <description>From the west, the sounds of flowing water and a flash of blue indicate that a river is close by.  The silt and sand partially covering the creek bed and a few small pockets of fresh water suggest that the river level sometimes raises enough to allow water up this far.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="414" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="416" />
  </node>
  <node id="416" name="Wilderness, River's Edge">
    <description>A wide band of smooth rocks and pebbles runs between the placid river to the west and the dense forest to the east.  When the river is at its fullest, this area is probably underwater.  A couple of fishing poles have been propped up near the water's edge, their lines trailing far downstream.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="415" />
  </node>
  <node id="417" name="Wilderness, Dry Creek Bed">
    <description>Completely oblivious to any other activity, a pair of ravens argue over a single shiny rock embedded in the creek bed.  At various times, each one manages to land briefly and work at prying the stone loose before the other swoops down and knocks its competitor away.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="-200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="418" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="413" />
  </node>
  <node id="418" name="Wilderness, Dry Creek Bed">
    <description>Dusty footprints weave back and forth between the banks of the creek bed.  The partly exposed roots of a tree up on the north bank serve as a reminder that once water flowed swiftly through here.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="-220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="419" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="417" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb tree roots" destination="424" />
  </node>
  <node id="419" name="Wilderness, Forest Fen">
    <description>The ground slopes abruptly down from the creek bed into a small fen.  Once a large pond, a slow decrease in water has allowed marsh grasses and flowers to flourish.  The sounds of crickets and frogs fill the air with a pleasant melody.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="-200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="422" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="423" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="420" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="418" />
  </node>
  <node id="420" name="Wilderness, Forest Fen">
    <description>The foul smell of long standing water and decaying plants fills the air.  A boot lies half buried in the thick, goopy mud that covers the area.  To the north, a mountain range looms over the tree tops.</description>
    <position x="-580" y="-180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="423" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="421" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="419" />
  </node>
  <node id="421" name="Wilderness, Forest Fen">
    <description>The remnants of a beaver dam occupy much of this area.  Marsh grasses and a few small bushes push up through the graying tangle of tree branches and sapling trunks.  Amid the wreckage are signs of bird nests and small animal burrows.</description>
    <position x="-560" y="-200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="420" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="423" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="422" />
  </node>
  <node id="422" name="Wilderness, Forest Fen">
    <description>The forest to the north is eagerly encroaching on the marsh grasses and flowers.  Several young saplings compete for sunlight and air with a variety of bushes.</description>
    <position x="-580" y="-220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="421" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="423" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="419" />
  </node>
  <node id="423" name="Wilderness, Forest Fen">
    <description>A shallow algae-filled pond occupies the center of this area.  Dragonflies buzz around, darting up and down over the water before disappearing amid the tall marsh grass.  To the north, the upper peaks of the mountains can barely be seen above the forest.</description>
    <position x="-580" y="-200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="422" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="421" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="420" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="419" />
  </node>
  <node id="424" name="Wilderness, Forest">
    <description>A high bank overlooks the dry creek bed to the south. At some point the bank eroded, partially exposing the roots of a tall satinwood.  When the breeze tugs at the tree's upper canopy, the tree creaks ominously and the ground shudders slightly.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="-220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="425" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb tree roots" destination="418" />
  </node>
  <node id="425" name="Wilderness, Forest">
    <description>The air is heavy with the vanilla-sweet smell of some flowering bushes that cover the area.  Hummingbirds dart among the pale yellow flowers, stopping now and again for a sip of nectar.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="-240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="426" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="424" />
  </node>
  <node id="426" name="Wilderness, Forest">
    <description>The trees line both sides of the path, arching together to form a mottled green canopy overhead that looks more like the ceiling of an elaborate temple.  Flowers and ferns carpet the area beneath the trees.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="-260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="427" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="425" />
  </node>
  <node id="427" name="Wilderness, Forest">
    <description>A few blackened tree trunks stand in a large burned out area.  The tallest among them has been split in two apparently by a lightning bolt.  Half the trunk remains standing while the other half lies twisted and scarred among the burned out undergrowth.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="-280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="428" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="426" />
  </node>
  <node id="428" name="Wilderness, Forest">
    <description>A large wilted bramble bush looks oddly out of place among the ferns and satinwood trees in the area.  Even more odd, what looks like its roots, still partially covered in dirt, stick out from the top of the bush.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="-300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="429" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="427" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wilted bush" destination="430" />
  </node>
  <node id="429" name="Wilderness, Forest">
    <description>The path ends suddenly in a large pit.  Part of the pit is covered by a motley arrangement of tree branches barely concealed by a thin layer of dirt, leaves, and uprooted bushes.  At the bottom of the pit, sharpened poles and jagged edged rocks point ominously upwards.</description>
    <position x="-580" y="-320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="428" />
  </node>
  <node id="430" name="Wilderness, Forest">
    <description>The southern end of the path disappears abruptly under a large wilted bramble bush.  A few shriveled berries and flowers still cling to the bush.  Around it, the other vegetation grows strong and lush beneath the satinwood trees.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="-280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="431" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go wilted bush" destination="428" />
  </node>
  <node id="431" name="Wilderness, Forest">
    <description>Bramble bushes compete with cinnamon ferns for light and space between the trees.  Something has been helping the ferns along by ripping out and discarding some of the larger bushes.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="-300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="432" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="430" />
  </node>
  <node id="432" name="Wilderness, Forest">
    <description>The tall trees thin out, allowing the mountain range to the north to come suddenly into view.  In the forefront a long ridge heads sharply up towards the closest peak.  In the far distance to the east, the top of a smoking volcano can barely be seen.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="-320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="431" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="433" />
  </node>
  <node id="433" name="Wilderness, Forest">
    <description>Crude drawings of hunts, battles, and weapons cover a large outcropping of rocks.  Those drawn with chalk or paint are faded and partially gone, while others, carved into the surface, seemed destined to last forever.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="-340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="432" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="434" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go large outcropping" destination="436" />
  </node>
  <node id="434" name="Wilderness, Forest">
    <description>A loud crashing and thrashing from the bushes startles you.  Suddenly, several deer come leaping across the area.  In the distance can be heard a cougar's snarl, then an all too-brief bleating.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="-340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="433" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="435" />
  </node>
  <node id="435" name="Wilderness, Forest">
    <description>The path again disappears as the bushes and other undergrowth close in beneath the trees.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="434" />
  </node>
  <node id="436" name="Wilderness, Sparse Forest">
    <description>The rocky outcropping contains a small pocket of fresh water.  Around the water, bold red and creamy white lilies flourish.  Tracks of animals large and small can be seen in the mud at the water's edge.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="-340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="437" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go large outcropping" destination="433" />
  </node>
  <node id="437" name="Wilderness, Sparse Forest">
    <description>The path threads its way through, over, and around large rocks and boulders.  If it weren't for the looming ridge to the north, it would be difficult to keep track of directions.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="-360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="438" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="436" />
  </node>
  <node id="438" name="Wilderness, Sparse Forest">
    <description>Part of the ridge has given way, partially covering the path.  A wedge of land slid down the side a little way, leaving the trees and bushes in the wedge still standing, while those at the edge lean precariously at different angles.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="-380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="439" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="437" />
  </node>
  <node id="439" name="Wilderness, Sparse Forest">
    <description>The path turns sharply here heading to either side of the ridge.  On a small hill to the northeast, a couple of large figures seem to be observing the path from a look-out platform built among the trees.</description>
    <position x="-580" y="-400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="438" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="440" />
  </node>
  <node id="440" name="Wilderness, Sparse Forest">
    <description>The ridge is not very steep here, but dense undergrowth still prevents anyone from climbing it.  The trees are not as tall or as dense as in the lower forest, but there are still satinwoods and oaks mixed in with redbuds and dogwoods.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="-420" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="439" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="441" />
  </node>
  <node id="441" name="Wilderness, Sparse Forest">
    <description>The path begins to slip away from the ridge towards a small valley nestled between the mountains.  In the distance, a couple of smoke plumes rise above the forest before dissipating in the wind.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="-440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="442" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="440" />
  </node>
  <node id="442" name="Wilderness, Sparse Forest" note="RTZ15|RT-KC-K" color="#C2B280">
    <description>There is a rustling sound in the undergrowth beyond a fallen tree.  Suddenly, up pops a squirrel.  He climbs up on the tree, stares around for a bit, then starts licking and cleaning his fur, pausing only to sniff at a tree beetle crawling nearby.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="-460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="441" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="443" />
  </node>
  <node id="443" name="Wilderness, Sparse Forest">
    <description>An old wooden fence blocks the path continuing west.  A half-open gate barely hangs on a post with a couple of shredded leather hinges.  A gust of wind or a swift kick would probably knock the whole thing over.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="-480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="442" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go half-open gate" destination="444" />
  </node>
  <node id="444" name="Wilderness, Sparse Forest">
    <description>The path crosses a large grassy clearing with a few scattered fire pits.  Off to one side, the bed of a wagon lies abandoned on the ground.  A broken axle and a couple of wheels are half-hidden in the taller grass nearby.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="-440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="445" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go half-open gate" destination="443" />
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  <node id="445" name="Wilderness, Sparse Forest">
    <description>Crickets and katydids fill the air with a hushed drone.  Occasionally, the muted hoots of owls and the flapping of wings break the sleepy peace of the forest night.  </description>
    <description>The chirping and chattering of hundreds of sparrows in the trees above is almost deafening.  Startled by something making noise in the bushes below, they suddenly take wing.  In several large groups, they fly in and around the trees before settling back down.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="444" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="446" />
  </node>
  <node id="446" name="Wilderness, Sparse Forest">
    <description>The trees and undergrowth are so thick that little can be seen beyond the faint path.  Ivy has grown at least part way up most of the trees, and sometimes between them, forming living veils.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="447" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="445" />
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  <node id="447" name="Wilderness, Gully" note="RTZ14|RT-KC-XW" color="#C2B280">
    <description>An occasional glimpse of distant peaks can be caught through the leafy canopy to the north.  The sounds of birdsong are muted, with only a faint melody breaking the silence.  A dry streambed cuts across the forest floor, spanned by an old rope bridge that sways gently in the breeze.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rope bridge" destination="448" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="446" />
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  <node id="448" name="Wilderness, Rope Bridge">
    <description>The bridge creaks ominously underfoot.  Jagged rocks fill the gully below, waiting for anyone foolish enough to tempt fate.  Rolling hills are evident to the north, while a wall of trees presents itself south of the bridge.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="449" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="447" />
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  <node id="449" name="Knife Clan, Sentry" note="Knife Clan|Kraelyst start point|travel start point" color="#808000">
    <description>A lone Gor'Tog stands motionless, his dark leathers rendering him almost indistinguishable from the surrounding underbrush.  The sentry's eyes scan constantly for signs of danger, the slightest movement instantly drawing his attention.  A low wooden building can be glimpsed off to the west, while to the north the thinning forest gives way to hills.  A rope bridge spans a dry gully south of here.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-560" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="452" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="450" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rope bridge" destination="448" />
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  <node id="450" name="Knife Clan, Wooden Shack">
    <description>An array of weaponry, mostly clubs and spears, lean against the side of a dilapidated shack.  Muffled thumps from inside betray the presence of at least one occupant.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="-560" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="449" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go dilapidated shack" destination="451" />
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  <node id="451" name="Knife Clan, Old Shack">
    <description>Sagging cots are strewn about this tiny shack.  Off duty sentries catch a few precious moments of sleep while they await their shifts.  Only a few of the mattresses are presently occupied, but the sheer bulk of the slumbering guards is impressive.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="-580" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="450" />
  </node>
  <node id="452" name="Knife Clan, Rolling Hills" note="Ranger Cache|Cache|RTZCache|RT-KC-KCCR" color="#C2B280">
    <description>This beaten dirt path threads its way over lightly wooded hills.  Outskirts of a small settlement can barely be made out to the north, against the backdrop of jagged peaks.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-580" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="453" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="449" />
  </node>
  <node id="453" name="Knife Clan, Rolling Hills">
    <description>Several fierce-looking Gor'Togs loiter about the entrance to a small cave.  Dressed in brightly dyed leathers and carrying an impressive amount of weaponry, the Gor'Togs appear ready for battle at a moment's notice.  The crackling of an open fire to the east fills the air.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-600" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="458" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="459" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="456" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="452" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go small cave" destination="454" />
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  <node id="454" name="Knife Clan, Bukor's Leatherworks" note="Bukor's Leatherworks" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Low tables are pushed up against bare rock walls in this natural cavern.  Carefully tanned furs and leathers are arranged haphazardly about the area, no thought having been given to a proper display.  Bukor, a Gor'Tog of great skill but suspect taste, is well known in the Clan for his temper.  He knows his work is excellent, and expects to be compensated accordingly.</description>
    <position x="-740" y="-600" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="455" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="453" />
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  <node id="455" name="Knife Clan, Back Room" note="Dyer|Klurge" color="#FF0000">
    <description>A pine counter liberally spattered with a muddied rainbow of colors blocks passage deeper into the room.  Near a dark curtain at the back of the shop can be seen several barrels of pigmented metallic powders stacked carelessly next to a large bucket of half-dried paint.  Klurge, the proprieter of the operation, stands behind the counter, watching incoming customers with suspicious eyes.  A color menu list is nailed to the wall to the left of the exit.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-620" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="454" />
  </node>
  <node id="456" name="Knife Clan, Woodland's Edge">
    <description>Rolling hills give way to wooded plains, the sounds of the forest a welcome relief from the bustle of the Gor'Tog settlement to the north.  A beaten dirt path, worn from years of heavy use, leads deeper into the primeval wood.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-580" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="459" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="457" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="453" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go dirt path" destination="466" />
  </node>
  <node id="457" name="Knife Clan, Woodland's Edge">
    <description>Wooden buildings, a rare sight among the many cave dwellings, huddle about a clear pond.  Though unadorned, their construction seems sound enough.  Fingers of grey smoke curl into the air from the top of an unobtrusive shop.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="-600" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="460" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="456" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="459" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="458" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go unobtrusive shop" destination="465" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go winding path" destination="526" />
  </node>
  <node id="458" name="Knife Clan, Rolling Hills">
    <description>Caves honeycomb the rocky hills, providing shelter from the elements for the many warriors who inhabit the area.  Gor'Togs cluster about, yelling to one another in booming shouts.  Boisterous laughter splits the air, its origin impossible to determine.  One particularly large cave entrance draws the eye.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-620" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="457" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="459" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="453" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go cave entrance" destination="461" />
  </node>
  <node id="459" name="Knife Clan, Firepit" note="Firepit">
    <description>Scorching heat rises from a roaring bonfire at the center of this sandy pit.  A huge boar slowly rotates over the fire, sending the scent of burnt flesh wafting into the air.  An elderly Gor'Tog, immensely strong despite his years, turns the spit with a steady rhythm.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-600" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="458" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="457" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="456" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="453" />
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  <node id="460" name="Knife Clan, Rolling Hills">
    <description>Towering mountains block out the sky and create a natural barrier protecting the Clan's flank.  A wrought-iron gate, undoubtedly imposing in any other setting, pales in comparison.  The portal seems oddly out of place amidst the rocky crags.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="-620" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="457" />
  </node>
  <node id="461" name="Knife Clan, Cavern">
    <description>By far the largest cavern in Trefan Iltesh, this vast cave serves as both a central meeting place and, more frequently, as a giant arena.  Opponents square off in the middle of a roughly circular pit carved into the rocky floor while onlookers gather about the edge and hurl insults or cheers as their champions' fortunes change.  Smaller caverns breaking off from the main cave lead in several directions.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-640" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="463" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="462" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="458" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go small cavern" destination="464" />
  </node>
  <node id="462" name="Knife Clan, Cavern">
    <description>The sharp CRACK! of clashing weaponry echoes madly through this rocky chamber.  Almost palpable waves of heat roll off grim-faced Gor'Togs as they flail at one another in preparation for their trials in the arena.  Despite their bulk, opponents dance nimbly through the natural obstacles formed by thrusting stalagmites.  A few heavy boulders have been pushed into one corner of the cavern.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="-640" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="461" />
  </node>
  <node id="463" name="Knife Clan, Shrine" note="Shrine|Huldah" color="#A6A3D9">
    <description>The dim light from a few flickering torches is not enough to cut through the gloom that pervades this cramped alcove.  The cold stone walls seem to close in on all sides.  Against the far wall leans a carved granite statue of a fierce weasel, its small size oddly out of place among the giant Gor'Togs that inhabit these caves.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-660" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="461" />
  </node>
  <node id="464" name="Knife Clan, Triage" note="Triage|Healer|Dokt" color="#00BF80">
    <description>Low groans rising from the injured fill the cramped alcove as wounded hunters and warriors receive aid.  Mattresses line the walls, about half occupied by recovering patients.  The floor is almost entirely covered by a dark red stain, paying testament to the enthusiasm of the field surgeons.  An ominous bone saw leans against the wall, obviously a favorite method of treatment.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="-640" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="461" />
  </node>
  <node id="465" name="Knife Clan, Tobb's Smithy" note="Tobb's Smithy" color="#FF0000">
    <description>Knives of all shapes, sizes, and descriptions occupy every available surface in this tiny shop.  Care must be taken to avoid any sudden movement, or painful consequences may result.  But despite the eccentricity of his establishment, Tobb the smith is almost revered by his patrons for the detailed craftsmanship with which he goes about his work.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="-600" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="457" />
  </node>
  <node id="466" name="Knife Clan, Woodland Trail">
    <description>Gnarled branches claw at the air, and tangled roots seem intent on tripping the unwary.  The fresh spoor of large game is apparent, a sure sign of plentiful hunting.  A beaten dirt path leads back to the settlement.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="467" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go dirt path" destination="456" />
  </node>
  <node id="467" name="Knife Clan, Primeval Glade" note="Primeval Glade">
    <description>A circular clearing has been carved out of the dense wood, the lumber apparently used to construct the cabin that fills most of this break in the forest.  Constant battle is obviously waged to prevent the surrounding underbrush from encroaching into the area.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="-520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="471" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="470" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="469" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="468" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="466" />
  </node>
  <node id="468" name="Knife Clan, Woodlands">
    <description>The wind lends a biting chill to the air as it whips through the trees.  An eerie whistling originates from some oddly-shaped reeds.  Perhaps because of the sound, wildlife seems to avoid this area.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="-520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="467" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="469" />
  </node>
  <node id="469" name="Knife Clan, Woodlands" note="RTZ16|RT-KC-HF" color="#C2B280">
    <description>Ancient trees soar skyward here in the heart of the primeval forest.  The mammoth trunks dwarf even the Gor'Tog hunters that frequent the glade in search of game.  One blackened stump pays testament to the violent storms that sometimes frequent these lands.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="-500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="467" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="471" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="470" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="468" />
  </node>
  <node id="470" name="Knife Clan, Deep Forest's Edge">
    <description>Pale grey mosses grow in curtains among clustered trees.  A black squirrel chirrs happily to himself as he scampers across an overhead limb.  With a heroic leap, the squirrel hurls himself through the air, only to land triumphantly moments later on a distant branch.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="-500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="471" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="469" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="467" />
  </node>
  <node id="471" name="Knife Clan, Deep Forest's Edge">
    <description>A few taffelberry bushes have managed to find a niche here in the shadow of looming trees.  From the bushes' rather barren appearance, the local wildlife has acquired quite a taste for the sweet berries.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="-520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="470" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="469" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="467" />
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  <node id="472" name="Tower West, Air Floor" note="Tower West|jade tower" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A dark grey carpet decorated with a pattern of crossing black lightning bolts covers the floor, matching the decoration on the grey-painted walls.  A constant, low thrum hangs just inside the range of hearing, its source nearby but not readily apparent.  Doors spaced in an even circle around the perimeter lead to initiates' private cells.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="473" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="5" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb jade staircase" destination="476" />
  </node>
  <node id="473" name="Tower West, Water Floor" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Deep blue carpeting covers the floor, its surface cut in a manner that suggests the rippling of waves upon the surface of a lake.  Bright blue spirals, representing the element of water, fill the walls between a series of doors leading to initiates' private cells.  The air here is moist and cool upon the skin.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="474" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="472" />
  </node>
  <node id="474" name="Tower West, Fire Floor" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Lush, red carpeting covers the floor, muffling any ambient noise into oblivion.  Images of bloated red suns, representing the element of fire, fill the walls between a series of doors leading to initiates' private cells.  The air here is significantly warmer than on the tower's other floors, although the reason is not readily apparent.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="475" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="473" />
  </node>
  <node id="475" name="Tower West, Aether Floor" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Carpeting the color of a death shroud covers the floor, devouring the light as hungrily as Aldauth consumes souls.  The walls are devoid of decoration, instead painted a uniform black to match the floor.  Only the doors leading to initiates' cells betray any hint of color in this otherwise cold, bleak room.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="474" />
  </node>
  <node id="476" name="Tower West, Earth Floor" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Bare, dark soil forms the floor underfoot.  The stony walls surrounding this circular room are similarly devoid of decoration, keeping instead the plain, natural look preferred by those mages who favor the element of Earth.  Doors leading to the initiates' private cells line the walls.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb jade staircase" destination="472" />
  </node>
  <node id="477" name="Arnack's Tavern, Bar Room" note="Arnack's Tavern" color="#FF0000">
    <description>At first glimpse the tavern offers all the sign outside promises.  In one corner a pair of aged men play instruments and sing the occasional tune, while the other side of the room holds a number of tables and chairs for comfort and conversation.  A barkeep bustles around, behind a bar in the back of the room, barking at servers to hustle and at the same time keeping a welcoming smile for all the customers.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="128" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go private room" destination="478" />
  </node>
  <node id="478" name="Arnack's Tavern, Private Room">
    <description>A table sits in the middle of this small room, surrounded by cushioned chairs.  A window in the back wall looks into the forest, limbs occasionally knocking against the glass with the sway of the wind.  The bustle of the main room is mostly muffled here allowing quiet and privacy if needed.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="477" />
  </node>
  <node id="479" name="Rocky Outcrop, Chasm">
    <description>Although cramped, this chasm connects two hollows and allows rainwater to flow away from the tiny oasis to the north.  Tiny pools of water dot the sandy floor.  Numerous large footprints almost obscure the dry runnels linking the puddles.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="480" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="481" />
  </node>
  <node id="480" name="Rocky Outcrop, Hollow">
    <description>This small hollow in the stone of the outcrop is surprisingly pleasant.  Dry rivulets in the ground suggest that rainwater carries loose dirt from higher on the mound and deposits it here, creating an oasis of both soil and water.  A variety of plants grow in this place -- little yellow bell-shaped flowers, puffy white ones, and tiny purple ones that grow scattered amongst all the others.  A vine with shiny leaves climbs up the walls, softening the otherwise harsh contours of the stone.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="479" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb twisted vine" destination="333" />
  </node>
  <node id="481" name="Rocky Outcrop, Hollow">
    <description>Lush vines climb the sheer walls, growing up out of the deep pool that collects much of the runoff from the rocks above.  No exits exist but the one entrance, with the sheer rockface allowing no escape.  A litter of dried leaves and other debris lies scattered on the sandy ground.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="479" />
  </node>
  <node id="482" name="Wilderness, Aberro Valley">
    <description>Disappearing among the thick bushes and underbrush in the south, the trail north winds through the forest.  Pressed leaves and snapped twigs litter the ground, evidence of heavy use.</description>
    <position x="-540" y="-200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="483" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go trampled path" destination="408" />
  </node>
  <node id="483" name="Aberro Valley, Trampled Path">
    <description>Twisting and turning through the trees, the meandering turns of the beaten track hinder visibility in all directions.  The sound of a nearby river filters through the dense trees.</description>
    <position x="-520" y="-200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="485" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="484" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="482" />
  </node>
  <node id="484" name="Aberro Valley, Trampled Path">
    <description>Skimming through the area on the west, a narrow river draws the local wildlife to it.  The chirrups of birds and various other animal noises can be discerned accompanying the flash of movement along the river's bank.</description>
    <position x="-540" y="-180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="483" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="485" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="486" />
  </node>
  <node id="485" name="Aberro Valley, Trampled Path">
    <description>Darkened beneath the dense trees, the forest sprawls across slowly sloping hills.  A fallen tree or two lean against those that still stand, as if unwilling to give up.</description>
    <position x="-520" y="-180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="483" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="486" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="484" />
  </node>
  <node id="486" name="Aberro Valley, Trampled Path">
    <description>Beginning to harden, the trail here grades into something more akin to gravel toward the south.  Several paths lead off into the darkened bosk, zigzagging through the woods.</description>
    <position x="-540" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="484" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="485" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="487" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="488" />
  </node>
  <node id="487" name="Aberro Valley, Rocky Trail">
    <description>Laden with gravel, the trail becomes a climbing path, circling upwards and downwards on a hill within the large valley.  Trees and underbrush cling to life in the rocky ground, their sparse limbs stretching upwards.</description>
    <position x="-520" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="488" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="486" />
  </node>
  <node id="488" name="Aberro Valley, Rocky Trail">
    <description>Upon the apex of a smaller hill, the trail here sketches itself deeper into the valley below on one side and rises steeply into a rocky track to the east.  Short grasses grow along the sides of the path, opening up into brief, truncated areas where a traveler may take a cautious rest.</description>
    <position x="-520" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="487" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="486" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rocky track" destination="489" />
  </node>
  <node id="489" name="Aberro Valley, Rocky Trail">
    <description>Sparse vegetation dots the area here, leaving a precariously sloping path of gravel that winds its way through the valley.  In the distance, the calls of various creatures can be heard.</description>
    <position x="-500" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="490" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="492" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="491" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rocky track" destination="488" />
  </node>
  <node id="490" name="Aberro Valley, Rolling Hills">
    <description>The parched landscape gives way to a rolling piedmont of hills that rise slowly upward toward a distant cliff face.  Low brush and sparse vegetation grows along the trail.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="493" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="492" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="489" />
  </node>
  <node id="491" name="Aberro Valley, Rock Slide">
    <description>Large, jagged boulders jut upward from the ground like misaligned teeth, creating a macabre illusion of a lower jawbone across the hillside.  Patches of lichen and moss have wedged themselves betwixt the stones.</description>
    <position x="-500" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="489" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="492" />
  </node>
  <node id="492" name="Aberro Valley, Rock Slide">
    <description>Despite the forests and greenery in the distance, in this elevated area of the valley, the air is arid and dusty.  Rock and gravel, stirred by passersby and animals, rise into the air, clogging it and giving it a gritty taste.</description>
    <position x="-480" y="-120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="490" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="491" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="489" />
  </node>
  <node id="493" name="Aberro Valley, Rolling Hills">
    <description>Growing in lushness, the underbrush here houses the occasional small creature that fills the air with sporadic sounds of movement.  Perhaps felled by a particularly strong storm, a large tree trunk lies adjacent to the path.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="495" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="494" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="490" />
  </node>
  <node id="494" name="Aberro Valley, Barren Hillside">
    <description>Cloistered near the cliff, a large dark hill rises in the distance, while the path towards the west slopes downward.  A small, stone well has been constructed here accompanied by the putrid smell of something long dead wafting from its depths.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="495" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="496" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="493" />
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  <node id="495" name="Aberro Valley, Rolling Hills">
    <description>Verdant abundance coats the hillside with a profusion of plants and small saplings.  Farther to the west, a sheer cliff wall rises upwards, marring the horizon with a dark, looming presence, as if something evil waited there.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="-200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="496" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="494" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="493" />
  </node>
  <node id="496" name="Aberro Valley, Barren Hillside">
    <description>Growing slippery, the once sturdy and grassy ground falls away to a consistently muddy surface in this area.  Looming against the horizon, the hulking mass of a dark cliff face rises upward.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="-180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="494" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="495" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb muddy hill" destination="497" />
  </node>
  <node id="497" name="Aberro Valley, Narrow Stream">
    <description>Lush grass carpets the ground on the rocky slope.  Water seeps from the hillside, joining together into a small stream that flows to the west.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="-220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="498" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="499" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb muddy hill" destination="496" />
  </node>
  <node id="498" name="Aberro Valley, Narrow Stream">
    <description>The small stream cascades down the slope, channeling a valley to the west.  Despite the nearby water, the surrounding brush is sparsely distributed across the hillside.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="-220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="499" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="497" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="500" />
  </node>
  <node id="499" name="Aberro Valley, Narrow Stream">
    <description>A deadfall dams part of the stream's path as it flows down the valley, creating a small pond.  Next to the pool, the remains of a campfire suggest that some traveler once used this space as a shelter.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="-240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="497" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="498" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="500" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="501" />
  </node>
  <node id="500" name="Aberro Valley, Ravine">
    <description>The banks of the stream continue to grow steeper and rockier.  Though the flow of water is still a mere trickle, over time this stream has made an impressive mark on the landscape.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="-240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="501" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="499" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" />
  </node>
  <node id="501" name="Aberro Valley, Fetid Pool">
    <description>As the stream takes a turn southward, the source of the stench becomes apparent.  The flow of water is blocked here by massive amounts of rotting refuse, causing the water to pool.  Bones, flesh, and rotting plants mingle with things less identifiable but more vile in a noxious soup.  To the north, a sheer cliff face rises upward.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="-260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="499" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="500" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff face" destination="502" />
  </node>
  <node id="502" name="Aberro Cliffs, Above a Pool">
    <description>Trees cling precariously to the cliff face, their leaves rustling in the blessedly fresh breeze.  The small stream below glistens in its ravine, sparkling and clear until its end at the putrid pool.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="-280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb down" destination="501" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb up" destination="503" />
  </node>
  <node id="503" name="Aberro Cliffs, Cliff Face">
    <description>The trees here are more scraggly than those lower on the cliff face.  A dead sapling hangs unsteadily from a single remaining root.  Though unsuited to trees, the rocks do offer enough cracks and protrusions for climbing.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="-300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb down" destination="502" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb up" destination="504" />
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  <node id="504" name="Aberro Cliffs, Cliff Face">
    <description>The rock face here is too sheer and solid for trees to take purchase, but tufts of tough grass sprout from occasional cracks.  Below, the specific features of the valley are lost in sea of green that is the forest.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="-320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb down" destination="503" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb up" destination="505" />
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  <node id="505" name="Aberro Cliffs, Beneath a Precipice">
    <description>A narrow ledge offers respite from the grueling climb.  Above, the rock juts out sharply, providing some protection from the elements.  Just large enough to give a foothold, a small crack appears in the cliff face to the right of the overhang.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="-340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb down" destination="504" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb crack" destination="506" />
  </node>
  <node id="506" name="Xala'Shar Camp, Cliff's Edge">
    <description>A crude palisade assembled from assorted bones provides the last hand hold on the climb from the cliff face.  The palisade forms a semi-circle around the camp, but nothing guards the sheer drop over the cliff side.  Despite the perilous plunge, the precipice presents a commanding view.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="-360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff" destination="505" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go faint pathway" destination="507" />
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  <node id="507" name="Xala'Shar Camp, Palisade">
    <description>Assorted bones form a crude palisade, guarding the approach to the camp.  Nothing guards the sheer drop over the cliff side, where defenders could push potential invaders.  Darkness masks the difference between stone and air, making the drop more perilous.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="-380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="508" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="510" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="509" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go faint pathway" destination="506" />
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  <node id="508" name="Xala'Shar Camp, Interior Sally Port">
    <description>Just large enough to hold all occupants of the camp, forays into enemy territory launch from this location.  Debris litters the edges of this small gathering area.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="-400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="510" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="507" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="509" />
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  <node id="509" name="Xala'Shar Camp, Bivouac">
    <description>Dismal tents sit low to the ground, providing small protection from the elements.  Noxious odors drift over from the latrine.  A small cedar tree clings to the mountainside just above the tents.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="-400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="511" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="512" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="508" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="507" />
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  <node id="510" name="Xala'Shar Camp, Firepit">
    <description>Extinguished, the firepit houses burnt bones, meat, and gristle.  Suspended by a massive bone spit, an abomination waits for the cooks to finish roasting it.  The odor of the partially cooked meat smells rather like a latrine.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="-400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="512" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="507" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="508" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="511" />
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  <node id="511" name="Xala'Shar Camp, Command">
    <description>This area doubles as housing for the commander and a briefing room.  The mountain encloses three sides of the area, while a tarp suspended from the stone provides shelter.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="-440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="510" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="509" />
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  <node id="512" name="Xala'Shar Camp, Supplies">
    <description>Empty crates litter the room, tossed in heaps once the quartermaster removed the contents.  The hinges on an open crate squeak as they sway in the wind.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="-440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="510" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="509" />
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  <node id="513" name="The Grove, Ancient Tree" note="Food Tree">
    <description>Creaking limbs and branches intertwine to form a makeshift floor.  Within this airy landing, the cured hide of some long dead beast sways between two leafy boughs.  Scattered upon the floor, in several haphazard piles, lay mounds of various pelts.  Dangling from overhead like some macabre wind chime, a collection of skulls sways in the shifting breeze.</description>
    <description>Several fireflies dart about the limbs and branches, lighting this airy landing.  An outline of a hide can be seen stretched between two branches.  Scattered along the floor are several lumpy mounds and a shadowy string of skulls hang from a nearby branch.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb tree trunk" destination="104" />
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  <node id="514" name="Hunting Preserve, Woodpile">
    <description>On top of this unsteady perch you have a view of the surrounding area.  Most directions are blocked by the heavy growth of trees, but the ruined chimneys of the manor poke above the treeline like broken teeth in a decaying mouth.  Not too far away, you catch a glimpse of the river that flows by the preserve.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="252" />
  </node>
  <node id="515" name="Wolf Clan Home, Lodge Interior">
    <description>The walls of the lodge are covered with the hides and skins of many different animals.  You recognize the pelts of otter, fox, deer and wolf.  Despite the spacious size of the lodge, the air in the windowless building is thick and hazy.  You can smell the residue of an aromatic, heavy smoke.  A large firepit in the center of the room is placed below the ceiling's smoke hole.  A massive rack attached to one wall holds enough weapons for a small army.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go alcove" destination="131" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go firepit" destination="516" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go small doorway" destination="517" />
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  <node id="516" name="Wolf Clan Home, Firepit">
    <description>The air around the firepit is heavy with a sweet-smelling smoke.  A hole in the ceiling, directly above the pit, provides some relief with an occasional breeze.  Carved pipes and rattles made from gourds have been left on the dirt floor.  A tall barbarian warrior sits next to the fire, carefully attaching some eagle feathers to the end of a lance.</description>
    <position x="-760" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="515" />
  </node>
  <node id="517" name="Wolf Clan Home, Hidden Path">
    <description>A narrow path has been cleared through the clumps of sage bushes, tall grasses, untended wildflowers that grow abundantly here.  The tall somber trees of Wildulf Woods form a wall beyond a clearing to the north.  A small, cramped doorway leads back into the lodge.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="519" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="518" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go small doorway" destination="515" />
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  <node id="518" name="Wolf Clan Home, Seer's Circle" note="Mopeliar" color="#00FF00">
    <description>Within the densely-packed timberland sits a round, flat arena hemmed by a circle of hewn logs.  Two additional logs have been set at opposite sides of this circle, each adorned with talismans of feathers and beads affixed to the skulls of wolves.  Beneath them, leather strips dyed in bright colors dance and flutter in the soft breeze.  The arena itself is composed of hard-packed dirt which bears the scars of innumerable steps, slides and turns executed in some kind of precise, battle-inspired dance.</description>
    <position x="-800" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="517" />
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  <node id="519" name="Wolf Clan Home, Secluded Clearing">
    <description>A single aged willow tree stands in the center of this wide clearing, its drooping boughs sway and creak, reaching for the ground.  This ancient symbol of death and rebirth shelters an open-air shrine that has been erected at the base of the tree's gnarled trunk.  Small tufts of broad-leafed hosta plants surround the shrine.  Impenetrable walls of densely-packed trees and brush cut off any exit except to the south.</description>
    <position x="-780" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="517" />
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  <node id="520" name="Wolf Clan, Wolverine Ward" note="Wolverine Ward" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Scratched into the dirt of the pathway is the remains of a circle with most of its line scuffed out.  Taken together with the disturbed area within the bounds, the purpose of the improvised wrestling ground is clear.  This open space between houses must often be used for such purposes, as there are a number of logs set upright near the edge of the road, ready to serve as seats for spectators.</description>
    <position x="-720" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="521" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="525" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go winding path" destination="124" />
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  <node id="521" name="Wolf Clan, Wolverine Ward" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A few boulders, left in place when the area was set up for housing, stand beside the road.  A few passersby have crudely hacked their names into the surface of the stones, sometimes with dates or other messages.  The houses stand well back from the roadway, most without fencing to separate them from their fellows.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="522" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="520" />
  </node>
  <node id="522" name="Wolf Clan, Wolverine Ward" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Sounds of metal being pounded come from within a shed attached to the side of a nearby house.  Wisps of smoke drift from the stovepipe jutting from the shed's roof, further evidence of metalwork being performed within.  Other homes nearby lack such sheds, but all are well-maintained.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="521" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="523" />
  </node>
  <node id="523" name="Wolf Clan, Wolverine Ward" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Hanging from a tree in the middle of the road is a colorful archery target, its surface much pierced from heavy use.  A number of scuffed-out lines show where the residents have used the roadway as an improvised archery range.</description>
    <position x="-680" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="522" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="524" />
  </node>
  <node id="524" name="Wolf Clan, Wolverine Ward" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Some of the nearby houses are surrounded by expanses of lawn but others have more working-class yards with small workbenches set up under the trees where residents can repair things while enjoying the open air.  All the homes, however, are sturdy and well-maintained against the weather.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="525" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="523" />
  </node>
  <node id="525" name="Wolf Clan, Wolverine Ward" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Children's bows and wooden weapons are strewn about one yard, obviously where an impromptu battle took place.  The cries of the children can be discerned in the distance, where they have run off to continue their play.</description>
    <position x="-700" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="524" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="520" />
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  <node id="526" name="Knife Clan, Steelpine Circle" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Scattered along the dusty path are discarded weapon parts in various states of repair.  Ramshackle buildings crowd the pathway, their weathered boards and bricks giving an air of dilapadation to the area.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="-580" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="531" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="527" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go winding path" destination="457" />
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  <node id="527" name="Knife Clan, Steelpine Circle" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The ramshackle buildings huddle close to each other, as if seeking support and protection against the ravages of time and weather.  The almost uniform decrepit state they are in testifies to the fact that more than mutual support is needed to prevent the ravages of poverty and decay.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="-580" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="526" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="528" />
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  <node id="528" name="Knife Clan, Steelpine Circle" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Standing on a stout wooden platform, a metal pump head provides the inhabitants with fresh water.  The platform helps channel the runoff into a culvert that runs between the battered buildings of the area and disappears from sight.  The many tracks of bare feet through the dust testify to the heavy use the pump gets from the neighborhood.</description>
    <position x="-660" y="-560" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="527" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="529" />
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  <node id="529" name="Knife Clan, Steelpine Circle" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Crowded close together, the run-down buildings seem to lean against each other for support.  A few children's toys lie scattered in the dust of the main roadway, their cheerful colors a striking contrast with the general lack of color on the buildings.</description>
    <position x="-640" y="-540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="530" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="528" />
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  <node id="530" name="Knife Clan, Steelpine Circle" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A trickle of muddy water crosses the dirt path here, its mucky waters filled with unidentifiable bits of slime and debris.  Wide tree trucks have been placed across the streamlet to provide a safe and sturdy crossing for the neighborhood's inhabitants.</description>
    <position x="-620" y="-540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="531" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="529" />
  </node>
  <node id="531" name="Knife Clan, Steelpine Circle" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Standing in the middle of a wide spot in the road is a octagonal message board covered in fading signs and notices.  Houses and shacks that are barely shelter line the dusty street, their walls and roofs barely able to keep out the weather.</description>
    <position x="-600" y="-560" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="530" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="526" />
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    <position x="-50" y="400" z="0" />
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  <label text="Side-striped Jackals">
    <position x="-50" y="430" z="0" />
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  <label text="Golden Jackals">
    <position x="-50" y="420" z="0" />
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  <label text="Cougars">
    <position x="-50" y="410" z="0" />
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  <label text="Black-backed Jackals">
    <position x="-50" y="440" z="0" />
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  <label text="Lake of Dreams">
    <position x="-130" y="-130" z="0" />
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    <position x="-450" y="10" z="0" />
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  <label text="Knife Clan">
    <position x="-790" y="-550" z="0" />
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    <position x="-800" y="230" z="0" />
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    <position x="-400" y="-100" z="0" />
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  <label text="Grass Eels">
    <position x="-360" y="120" z="0" />
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  <label text="Cougars">
    <position x="-655" y="-60" z="0" />
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    <position x="-570" y="60" z="0" />
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  <label text="Corpse Grubs">
    <position x="-530" y="340" z="0" />
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  <label text="To North Gate">
    <position x="-10" y="-60" z="0" />
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  <label text="Temple Hill">
    <position x="-30" y="60" z="0" />
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  <label text="Giant Wasps">
    <position x="-290" y="100" z="0" />
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  <label text="Premie Grass Eels">
    <position x="-375" y="223" z="0" />
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    <position x="-220" y="-60" z="0" />
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  <label text="Field Goblins">
    <position x="-430" y="80" z="0" />
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  <label text="Goblin Shamans">
    <position x="-430" y="90" z="0" />
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    <position x="-690" y="285" z="0" />
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  <label text="Large Musk Hogs">
    <position x="-400" y="-90" z="0" />
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  <label text="Scavenger Goblins">
    <position x="-280" y="-120" z="0" />
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  <label text="Large Brown">
    <position x="-260" y="205" z="0" />
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  <label text="Brown Burrowers">
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  <label text="Corpse Grubs">
    <position x="-550" y="230" z="0" />
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    <position x="-330" y="10" z="0" />
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    <position x="-840" y="25" z="0" />
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  <label text="Blood Wolves">
    <position x="-740" y="-160" z="0" />
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  <label text="Favor Altar">
    <position x="-230" y="400" z="0" />
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    <position x="-510" y="-200" z="0" />
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  <label text="Aberro Cliffs">
    <position x="-480" y="-310" z="0" />
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    <position x="-450" y="-460" z="0" />
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  <label text="Xala'shar magus">
    <position x="-550" y="-230" z="0" />
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  <label text="Xala'shar thrall">
    <position x="-550" y="-220" z="0" />
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  <label text="Xala'shar conjurer">
    <position x="-450" y="-150" z="0" />
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  <label text="Xala'shar vanquisher">
    <position x="-450" y="-140" z="0" />
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  <label text="Xala'shar archimage">
    <position x="-354" y="-260" z="0" />
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  <label text="Xala'shar slayer">
    <position x="-354" y="-245" z="0" />
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  <label text="Xala'shar vindicator">
    <position x="-354" y="-230" z="0" />
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  <label text="Xala'shar shredder">
    <position x="-390" y="-400" z="0" />
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  <label text="Xala'shar overseer">
    <position x="-390" y="-415" z="0" />
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  <label text="Xala'shar archer">
    <position x="-390" y="-430" z="0" />
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    <position x="-833" y="-125" z="0" />
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  <label text="Bears">
    <position x="-837" y="-110" z="0" />
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  <label text="Silver-backed">
    <position x="-810" y="-190" z="0" />
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  <label text="Bears">
    <position x="-790" y="-180" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Scout Ogres">
    <position x="-750" y="25" z="0" />
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  <label text="Steelpine Circle">
    <position x="-610" y="-550" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Spiders">
    <position x="-245" y="215" z="0" />
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