Octopus Garden

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Directions

  • General: 6s, ne, 2s, se, 2e, s, 2sw, s, 2e, u, 3e, 2s, se, e, ne, d
  • zMUD: #6 s;ne;s;s;se;e;e;s;sw;sw;s;e;e;u;#3 e;s;s;se;e;ne;d
  • MUSHClient: # 6s (ne) 2s (se) 2e s 2(sw) s 2e u 3e 2s (se) e (ne) d

Information

  • Author(s): Herne
  • Credits: Additional authors who have updated the area
  • Level Range: 20 - 50
  • Repop Message: Clouds of silt erupt about you as yet another storm churns the waters about...
  • Approximate Repop Frequency: Unknown
  • Geo: Azure Sea Geo
  • Astral/Portal Point: None
  • Mob and Item List

Description

The chair creaked as the old man rocked back in it, groaning
to himself. "Nay, Olaf, Nay" said the venerable Captain Pryce,
"'Tis a wondrous ale you brew, lad. 'Tis only my mind playing
tricks on me again, it happens when ye get to be my age..."

The fire popped and sputtered to itself as the old sailor
scrubbed at his chin through his scraggly gray beard, his
brow furrowing of its own accord as the memories came flooding
back to him.

"T'was a night of horrendous storms," he began, "I knew I
shouldn't have left port, but the Duke was insistent. He had
to have his cursed wines!" "Pah!" he exclaims, slamming his
fist into the table, "The fool knows nothing of the sea and
it's foul moods!" His gaze falls across the scarred leather
cup that hides the stump where his left hand should be, "Blast
me! I should've heeded the signs, but I braved the sea, the
storms...then the beast took us! The BEAST! It took me poor
Golden Lady like she was cuddling a child to its breast...and
then it ripped us apart! The lads tried to save us, but the
beast was too strong. It shrugged off our bolts like annoying
gnats. I saw young Langdon dragged off and broke like a
child's toy by one of the beast's sinuous arms...big around as
oxen they were! And as if the Fates hadn't had enough, those
blasted fish-men came scrabbling over my bow while the beast
held us fast, and killed any they could catch. Lucky for me, a
few of the lads managed to scramble into a dingy before my
poor Lady went under...lotta fine mates went with 'er."

Sighing reluctantly to himself, the Captain went back to his
ale...

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