A Lave Razed Lane                                      -      -      - 
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 WARNING: You are in a LAWFUL PLAYER KILLING room.      -      S      -

The end of Seahorse Lane is jagged with bulbous protrutions of thick lava
stone and the very street radiates with the heat of thermal gasses that
sizzle out of its chaotic cracks.  The weight of an invisible magical
prescence can be felt as it strains to hold back the tide of slowly cooling
rock.  A web-fingered forearm stretches out from the base of the creeping
wall locked forever in a petrified plea.