The Midcastle                                          -      -      - 
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     SW     S     SE

Lost in a perpetual storm, it is impossible to tell whether it is night
or day.  The smell of the ocean, the violent pounding of water upon the
sides of the hull and a nauseating swaying are the only clues that this ship
is even afloat.  A dark fog steaks across the creaking, salt stained deck of
this ghostly wreck.  It is difficult to shake the feeling that something is
waiting and watching just beyond the veil of darkness.  
Swirling ominously overhead are large storm clouds, lit by occasional flashes of lightning.