Head of the Sorceror's Domain                          -      -      -
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  A big, square chunk of earth has been excavated from the ground here,
creating this gradually-expanding chamber.  At the far end sits a long,
morose man with skin far darker than this subterranean lair would insinuate.
Earthworms and dung beetles crawl about with impunity, gradually decomposing
and composting everything in sight, include the very walls.  Whatever
business must be conducted in here, would probably be best done before the
walls collapse, or worse.  
A tall, dark-skinned man sits flaccidly on a throne of hardpacked dirt.
   Through chance or avarice, you have discovered my resting place.
      My knowledge shall be yours, my power, yours, my domain, yours.
         For becoming an associate of the raised houngon, the Powers have granted thee a Mark.
You have been granted the Mark of Deterioration!
You gain 0 experience points!
You gain 64 practices!
   Your murder of the Master is nothing short of abominable.
      You shame us both by wearing such a thing.
         Return with the soul of a so-called "hero", and then I shall reward you.


Hero:

   Through chance or avarice, you have discovered my resting place.
      My knowledge shall be yours, my power, yours, my domain, yours.
         For becoming an associate of the raised houngon, the Powers have granted thee a Mark.
You have been granted the Mark of Deterioration!
You gain 66 practices!
  Back to the castle of your laughable Lord, fool.

--> Then got teleported to Runic Castle.