Posted by Koe on July 4, 2000 at 00:45:20:
Dioxide's Log Formatter
Apothecary and Shop of Charms
Threadbare rugs struggle in vain to retain the modesty of the creaking
wooden floor of this old building. Behind the long counter along the north
side of the room sit row on row of shelves filled with peculiar odds and
ends, elixirs of questionable potency and use, salves, creams, balms, oils,
and reagents of unknown origin. The guild is quick to sell its wares, even
the most useless, in order to drain the city's wealth into its own pockets,
making wild claims about the properties of any concoction you take the
slightest interest in. To the west the doorway leads out to the street.
To the south lies the rest of the guild.
[Exits: south west]
Keiiah is here sifting through her reagents.
A hired sword stands here, blocking the doorway to the south.
l sword
You do not see that here.
l guard
This swarthy mercenary is hired to keep those not members of the Guild of
Alchemists from entering the library and laboratories beyond. With a
slightly crazed look in his eye, you wonder if perhaps they haven't been
augmenting his strength with a dose or two of what's behind the counter...
The guardian of the Alchemists' Guild is in perfect health.
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Library of Enchanters
In some haphazard arrangement of loose syncrety, volumes upon volumes
of erudite alchemical texts, mystical scrolls and ancient tomes written in
long-forgotten cyphers are stacked, boxed, or packed into the leaning shelves
of this old library. Reference books lie open on narrow tables crushed
between the looming book cases and oil lamps hang as an ever-present danger
above the brittle texts below. To the north a doorway leads to the entrance
of the guild where any manner of alchemical mixture is sold to the city at
large. A flight of rickety stairs leads up into the guildmaster's laboratory.
[Exits: north up]
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The Great Laboratory of Hamsah Mu'tazz
A half-dozen large work tables fill the center of this crowded chamber,
glass flasks, crystal plates, and earthen vessels scattered across them in
little clusters of alchemical conspiracy. Dusty counters and shelves clutter
the perimeter of the lab, stocked with a payload of jars, bowls, hoary texts,
and carved staves and wands. From the writing desk of the guildmaster a
stone skull smokes with bitter-smelling incense that struggles to overwhelm
the musty smell that seeps from every decaying book and scroll lurking in the
shadows. Large windows, lifted open by large hanging chains, open out into
the city sky, allowing some of the noxious fumes that fill the air to poison
the seagulls above.
[Exits: down]
A refined old gentleman dressed in fine silks sits here reading.
l gentleman
You do not see that here.
l guildmaster
Dressed like a lesser noble of the city, the Master Alchemist sits here
perusing the notes of a long-dead mystic, seeking clues to the mysteries of
Trasmutation and Transformation. His close-cut beard and mustache are bright
white against his dark skin, his eyebrows bushy in comparison to his bald
head. Jewelled rings adorn his bony fingers and a flashing gem dangles from
a gaudy earring in his left ear. He looks up as you approach and says,
***LOOK AT THIS!!!!***"I am not taking apprentices at the present. Please return at another time."***CURIOUS? I AM!!!***
The Master Alchemist is in perfect health.