An Empty Tavern                                        -      -      -
(-------------------------------------------------)     - <---(M)---> -
                                                        -      S      -

  From within the tavern, there are no signs of life.  The only sound to be
heard is wind howling through the street south of here.  A skeletal patron
lies slumped across a table, by the size of ale in its hand, it was
obviously this person died happily in its mug.  
An undead barkeep is here leaning against the bar.
An undead man in a loincloth sits at the bar, nursing a Red Death.

<1095hp 1022sp 1137st> 
south

 Path of the Unguided                                   -      N      -
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <---(M)---> E
                                                        -      -      -

  You stand upon a cracked, upwardly sloping road paving the way between
Hangman Square and a decaying temple.  On either side of the road, streams
of blood flow through open gutters.  East of here is the center of Heresy,
and to the west the road continues.  North from here is a tavern.  

<1095hp 1022sp 1136st> 
north

 An Empty Tavern                                        -      -      -
(-------------------------------------------------)     - <---(M)---> -
                                                        -      S      -

  From within the tavern, there are no signs of life.  The only sound to be
heard is wind howling through the street south of here.  A skeletal patron
lies slumped across a table, by the size of ale in its hand, it was
obviously this person died happily in its mug.  
An undead barkeep is here leaning against the bar.
An undead man in a loincloth sits at the bar, nursing a Red Death.

<1095hp 1022sp 1135st> 
south

 Path of the Unguided                                   -      N      -
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <---(M)---> E
                                                        -      -      -

  You stand upon a cracked, upwardly sloping road paving the way between
Hangman Square and a decaying temple.  On either side of the road, streams
of blood flow through open gutters.  East of here is the center of Heresy,
and to the west the road continues.  North from here is a tavern.  

<1095hp 1022sp 1134st> 
north

 An Empty Tavern                                        -      -      -
(-------------------------------------------------)     - <---(M)---> -
                                                        -      S      -

  From within the tavern, there are no signs of life.  The only sound to be
heard is wind howling through the street south of here.  A skeletal patron
lies slumped across a table, by the size of ale in its hand, it was
obviously this person died happily in its mug.  
An undead barkeep is here leaning against the bar.
An undead man in a loincloth sits at the bar, nursing a Red Death.
'Ho, Nemix.' an undead barbarian says to you. 'You're built like a barbarian, a strong one.'
'Are you a mercenary, by chance?' an undead barbarian asks you.

<1095hp 1022sp 1133st> 
sayto undead yes
You say to an undead barkeep, 'Yes'

<1095hp 1022sp 1133st> 
'yes
You say, 'Yes'

<1095hp 1022sp 1133st> 
nod
You nod to all in the room.

<1100hp 1024sp 1142st> 
sayto barbarian yes
'Yes' you say to an undead barbarian.
'I am damned to wander the planet until my death is avenged, and every fellow traveler, warrior and merc that I knew is long dead; I am the last of my generation.' an undead barbarian says to you.
'I cannot avenge myself, nor am I capable of even haunting my killer, I am afraid.' an undead barbarian says to you. 'I have contented myself with drinking here for the past decades since I stumbled upon the harbor, but I long for death.'
'Unfortunately, I am a poor soul, and cannot hire the living to do this for me.' an undead barbarian says to you. 'I beseech you, as a barbarian yourself, as a sympathetic individual, to stay thy coinpurse this one time, and do a fellow warrior the favor of a restful death.'
'I do not wish for my nemesis to gain knowledge of this, you must understand.' an undead barbarian says to you. 'If you would do me this kindness, just nod.'

<1105hp 1026sp 1147st> 
nod
You nod to all in the room.

<1110hp 1028sp 1151st> 
nod barbarian
You nod at an undead barbarian.
An undead barbarian looks about furtively.
An undead barbarian says to you, 'If you could bring me a bloody body part of a dwarf guard, from Irda Isle Caverns, I would be freed from this hellish burden, and forever in your debt, literally.'


........
 .SPAM.
........



 An Empty Tavern                                        -      -      -
(-------------------------------------------------)     - <---(M)---> -
                                                        -      S      -

  From within the tavern, there are no signs of life.  The only sound to be
heard is wind howling through the street south of here.  A skeletal patron
lies slumped across a table, by the size of ale in its hand, it was
obviously this person died happily in its mug.  
An undead barkeep is here leaning against the bar.
An undead man in a loincloth sits at the bar, nursing a Red Death.

<1107hp 1041sp 1098st> 
give head barbarian
You give the head of a dwarf guard to an undead barbarian.
For valiantly assisting a fellow warrior in his need, the Powers have granted thee a Mark.
You have been granted the Mark of Barbarity!
You gain 333333 experience points!
You gain 38 practices!
Freed from his undead obligation, an ear-splitting organ chord sounds, and an undead barbarian disappears in a shimmering silver mist.


Archon:

give arm barb
You give the arm of XXXXX to an undead barbarian.
For valiantly assisting a fellow warrior in his need, the Powers have granted thee a Mark.
You have been granted the Mark of Barbarity!
You gain 50 archon points!
You gain 48 practices!
Freed from his undead obligation, an ear-splitting organ chord sounds, and an undead barbarian disappears in a shimmering silver mist.