Map108_M'Riss.xml

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    <description>The fierce winds drive the sand with painful force.  The crest of each new sand dune reveals only more sand, more dunes.  The dunes shimmer in the intense heat.</description>
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    <description>Cool sands and cold air do not make the desert any less threatening, as it is still parched.  The winds have died down for the night, but will return with the heat in the morning.</description>
    <description>Every part of exposed flesh is mercilessly subjected to the stinging sand, as each new gust of wind forces giant handfuls airborne.</description>
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    <description>Hot wind blows sand fiercely before itself, slowly reshaping the landscape.  Each giant sand dune is constantly being built, destroyed, and moved to a new location.  The lonely sound of the ever-present wind reinforces the feeling of utter isolation.</description>
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    <description>The monotonous sand dunes are the only thing in sight.  The sun fills this land with tremendous heat, deadly to the careless.</description>
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    <description>The harsh desert stretches endlessly in every direction.  Walking is difficult in the loose sand, but an occasional rock provides firmer footing.  The heat is as endless as the desert, parching the throat and drying the mouth.</description>
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    <description>Cool sands and cold air do not make the desert any less threatening, as it is still parched.  The winds have died down for the night, but will return with the heat in the morning.</description>
    <description>Giant dunes of pale sand block your vision in every direction.  Gusts of hot wind send clouds of sand billowing across the landscape, some thick enough to blind you temporarily, others merely hitting you with stinging force.</description>
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    <description>Cool sands and cold air do not make the desert any less threatening, as it is still parched.  The winds have died down for the night, but will return with the heat in the morning.</description>
    <description>The dunes frustratingly spread in all directions with no end in sight.  The howling winds are occasionally broken by dead silence.</description>
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  <node id="41" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>Cool sands and cold air do not make the desert any less threatening, as it is still parched.  The winds have died down for the night, but will return with the heat in the morning.</description>
    <description>The desert seems dedicated to either forcing out intruders, or killing them.  A few bones here and there in the sands are indications of its past achievements.</description>
    <position x="140" y="-120" z="1" />
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="40" />
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  <node id="42" name="Hidisharon Desert, Oasis" note="Oasis|Sirese">
    <description>The chilly air gains a bit of moisture from the small spring of clear water here.  Calmly reflecting the night sky, the spring is a life saver for anyone or anything lucky enough to find it.</description>
    <description>The howling winds are muted here, and the sands are less prevalent.  A gentle, cool spring of clear water occupies the center of a green patch of plantlife.  Several small palm trees provide a bit of shade to escape the sun's angry glare.</description>
    <position x="140" y="-140" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="342" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="343" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="346" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="41" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="339" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="340" />
  </node>
  <node id="43" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>Cool sands and cold air do not make the desert any less threatening, as it is still parched.  The winds have died down for the night, but will return with the heat in the morning.</description>
    <description>Tiny reflections of the sun are visible everywhere in the sand.  The brilliant glare combines with the oppressive heat and the forceful wind in an attempt to beat trespassers into submission.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="-260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="34" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="44" />
  </node>
  <node id="44" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>Cool sands and cold air do not make the desert any less threatening, as it is still parched.  The winds have died down for the night, but will return with the heat in the morning.</description>
    <description>Aptly named, this desert of despair has been the site of many deaths, though mostly for unfortunate animals.  Suspicious-looking bones protruding from the side of a dune look very familiar.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="-240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="43" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="45" />
  </node>
  <node id="45" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>Cool sands and cold air do not make the desert any less threatening, as it is still parched.  The winds have died down for the night, but will return with the heat in the morning.</description>
    <description>The desert seems dedicated to either forcing out intruders, or killing them.  A few bones here and there in the sands are indications of its past achievements.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="-220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="44" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="46" />
  </node>
  <node id="46" name="Island Ring Road, Desert">
    <description>A handful of weathered posts border the way.  Perhaps they were intended to define the edge of the route from the surrounding desert sands, but at night they become a series of obstacles to trap unwary travelers.</description>
    <description>Shimmering waves of heat blur the air above the tightly packed down sand that forms the road.  The view to the north reveals the proximity of the ocean, though no sea breeze -- nor the relief it would bring -- is apparent.  A few dry acanth posts line the roadside, devoid of any markings but those put upon them by the elements.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="-240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="47" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="45" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="51" />
  </node>
  <node id="47" name="Penal Colony, Northwest Ring Road">
    <description>The smell of salt air is strong, with a hint of an ocean breeze.  To the south, the road leads into the desert -- assuming that the line of posts diminishing in the distance marks a road.  To the northeast, the road ascends a slight hill, high enough to block sight in that direction.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="-60" z="1" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="48" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" hidden="True" destination="46" />
  </node>
  <node id="48" name="Penal Colony, Northwest Ring Road">
    <description>From the top of a slight rise, the road reveals the reason for its change of direction: the coastline bends inward, forming a bay that extends out of sight to the north.  Down the slope to the north, there appears to be some sort of structure beside the road.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="-80" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="49" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="47" />
  </node>
  <node id="49" name="Penal Colony, Northwest Ring Road">
    <description>A small guardhouse painted with broad black and white stripes stands beside the road.  Next to it, a post supports a stout wooden bar, pivoted so that it can be lowered to block the way.  On the side of the guardhouse is a large sign.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="-100" z="1" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="50" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="48" />
  </node>
  <node id="50" name="Penal Colony, Northwest Ring Road">
    <description>The road rises as it heads toward the fortress on a hill in the distance.  To the northeast it issues from a narrow covered bridge and stretches toward the bay to the southwest until, in the distance, it bends to the south, following the coastline.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="-120" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="49" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go covered bridge" destination="324" />
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  <node id="51" name="Island Ring Road, Desert">
    <description>The dim outline of a large, felled tree resides at the edge of a curve in the road, a casualty of the harsh daytime environment.  Sand, blown by the wind, threatens to engulf the tree, making an already vague and shadowy shape even more indistinct.</description>
    <description>The road curves just shy of the corpse of a large banyan tree laying to one side, dried and split from the harsh environment.  Sand, blown by the wind, has piled up on one side of the dead tree as the desert threatens to swallow all that dare stay too long.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="-220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="46" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="52" />
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  <node id="52" name="Island Ring Road, Desert">
    <description>Any step off the road is noticed in the darkness, not by sight, but by the sudden feeling of loose sand gripping ankle and foot in a desperate attempt to add victims to the desert's environment.  A claw-like cluster of thistles stretches longingly upwards, beckoning the night sky into a deadly embrace.</description>
    <description>Grainy sand shifts around the road at the slightest provocation, be it wind, foot, or hoof.  Within that sand, only sparse vegetation finds purchase.  A quick glance shows what does manage to grow, does not do so for long.  A patch of blackened thistles stares defiantly towards the sun which has burned it to death, sharing the same fate which has befallen many who have foolishly strode unprotected into the depths of the desert sands.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="-200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="51" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="53" />
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  <node id="53" name="Island Ring Road, Sandy Break">
    <description>Small and hardy brush pokes up from the bed of sand, and only then with obvious challenge.  Far to the southeast, the peaks of a tremendous mountain are outlined against the night sky.  Dim specks of light can be clearly seen up and down the mountain's slope, flickering and blinking like a thousand leering eyes looking out over the desert's floor.</description>
    <description>Even the smallest and hardiest varieties of plants have trouble flourishing here.  Mainly pebbles and tiny stones poke up from the bed of sand and dust, an audience in miniature, ever watching the passage of travelers and time.  Some distance to the southeast, the grey shape of a tremendous mountain looms.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="-180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="52" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="54" />
  </node>
  <node id="54" name="Island Ring Road, Sandy Break">
    <description>A makeshift cairn of fist-sized stones lies abandoned in the gloom.  Sagebrush bristles around the stones, offering the long-dead inhabitant nature's condolences.  The fate of the traveller beneath the stones remains a mystery, a reminder that the dangers of the island remain, even in the coolness of the night.</description>
    <description>A patchwork area of alternating sagebrush and sand, cluttered by pebbles, flanks either side of the route.  Nearly hidden from sight by the sagebrush, a pile of fist-sized stones marks a makeshift cairn.  Though a stark reminder of the harshness of this side of the island, the rock pile is now home to several small lizards that dart in and out of the gaps in the stones.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="-160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="53" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="55" />
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  <node id="55" name="Island Ring Road, Westen'misekar">
    <description>The sundered peaks of the volcano region are visible as a differing shade of deep grey against the background blackness of the sky.  A traveller may find himself longing for the shade of the distant forest under the burning glare of the sun.  However, in the darkness of night, the shifting lights on the slopes of the mountain hint that the safety and comfort of those woods are nothing more than wishful thinking.</description>
    <description>The sundered peaks of the volcano are easily visible here, towering up and over the forest that surrounds and covers its base.  A lush green wave of trees stretches down the slope, thinning out as it approaches the desert sands.  A sensational view, but a shame that the trees, and the welcome shade they would give, are not closer.  Those on this section of the road will have to settle for the sparse palms overhead and thick sagebrush underfoot.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="54" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="56" />
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  <node id="56" name="Island Ring Road, Westen'modhen">
    <description>Black columns rise ominously on either side of the road.  Travellers, if they intend to make use of the stable footing of the road's packed surface, must walk between the massive dark shapes.  Only upon a closer look do the shapes reveal themselves as rough-barked palm trees.  The inky silouette of a discarded wheel can be seen at the foot of one of the palms.</description>
    <description>A handful of browned palms sway on either side of the road, offering equally sparse bands of shade.  Thistles and grass cling to the bases of the palms, greedy to steal whatever resources possible from the larger plants, be it water or shade.  A shattered wagon wheel, abandoned in the shade of one of the palms, has been nearly consumed by the attached thistles.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="-140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="55" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="57" />
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  <node id="57" name="Island Ring Road, Lish'telga">
    <description>Even at night, the slow meshing of desert and wooded hillside is clear from this point in the road.  The dark trunks of palm trees thicken to the south and east, and conversely lose density as one gazes to the north.  A deep shadow on one side indicates a rut or ditch of some sort.  Thin plants within wave their fronds when touched by the most gentle of night breezes.</description>
    <description>The gradual switch from desolate desert to lightly wooded hillsides is evident, even to the casual observer.  The palms grow closer than they do to the north, finding purchase and sustenance from the black and white speckled sands.  An occasional weak looking fern pokes a head up from the edges of a sheltered ditch beyond the palms.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="56" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="58" />
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  <node id="58" name="Island Ring Road, Lish'telga">
    <description>The rustling sound of the wind through the darkened treetops precedes an occasional frond falling from the sky like a dying spirit, casually cast out from the heavens.  Several dried fronds, now little more than decaying husks, flutter helplessly away from the trees which spawned them.</description>
    <description>Palm fronds rustle against one another in a stiff breeze, sending the occasional frond skittering across the sandy ground.  Several of the trees show signs of abuse in the form of deep gashes along the trunks.  Whether this was an act of rage or a semi-planned attempt to cut down the trees is impossible to guess.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="-100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="57" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="59" />
  </node>
  <node id="59" name="Island Ring Road, Lish'telga">
    <description>Weaving about the dark forms of swaying palm trees, the road skirts the deeper woods which begin at the volcano's slopes and end here.  The slight taste of salt is carried on an occasional breeze, a subtle clue the coast is merely out of sight and not too far away.</description>
    <description>The road skirts the thick woods that cover the base of the volcanic mountains, snaking around palms and patches of dirdel.  The slight taste of salt is carried on an occasional breeze, a subtle clue that the coast is merely out of sight but not far away.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="58" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="60" />
  </node>
  <node id="60" name="Island Ring Road, Lish'telga">
    <description>Dark pillars hold vague, bushy shapes aloft, marking clusters of trees that sulk in the shadows of night along the roadside.  One lone, curving silhoutte stands away from the groups, looking oddly out of place, as though the gods set it in its spot as a mere afterthought.</description>
    <description>Ferns and grasses curl up in the protective shade of a thick groups of desert ash trees.  A lone palm stands apart from the clusters of ash, an outcast from a social gathering, its spine arched and bowed as if moping while its fronds droop groundwards.  A growth of brittle mosses assemble at the foot of the palm, creating a small crowd to mock the lonely tree.</description>
    <description>Ferns and grasses flourish in the shade of thick groups of desert ash trees.  A lone palm stands apart from the clusters of ash, its trunk bowed and its fronds drooping.  Brittle mosses grow at the foot of the palm.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="59" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="61" />
  </node>
  <node id="61" name="Island Ring Road, Telga'hen">
    <description>Pinpricks of light, barely visible through the thick umbrella of desert-ash leaves, betray some form of activity upon Undogoz Mountain.  Though this sand is more forgiving than in the featureless desert, it still scurries mercilessly into boots and clothes, stealthy in the dark until felt upon the skin of its victim.</description>
    <description>Desert ash trees grow so closely together that the canopy blocks much of the sky from sight.  What little glimpses can be gained through the trees are limited to the dominating mass of Undogoz Mountain, towering to the east, as natural king of the island.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="-80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="60" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="62" />
  </node>
  <node id="62" name="Island Ring Road, Gentle Slope">
    <description>The gentle echos of breaking waves drift through the air during pauses in the night breeze, revealing by sound if not by sight the nearness of the ocean.  The road, veiled by the blanket of night, slants toward the unseen source of the sound of the waves.</description>
    <description>The road turns awkwardly in its course, following the sharp slant of the land toward the southwest.  When the cool breeze pauses, the sound of waves nearby dances through the air.  An occasional glimpse of motion through the trees shows the source of the sound itself, the ocean.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="-60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="61" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="63" />
  </node>
  <node id="63" name="Island Ring Road, Oranfilt'misekar">
    <description>Despite the somber cover of darkness, flecks of white and grey speckle the sandy floor.  Small obsidian stones, half-buried in the sand, threaten to trip the careless beachcomber.  The stones are lonely remains of the volcanic flow that long ago burned a path here and eventually added its own body to that of the sands.</description>
    <description>Black volcanic sand mixes with the natural white, a reminder that Undogoz Mountain once was active.  At one point, a volcanic flow must have etched its way across this very ground in its course to the sea.  In the present day, however, only small obsidian rocks, black sand, and the destination of that once massive flow -- the ocean inlet to the south -- remain.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="62" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="64" />
  </node>
  <node id="64" name="Island Ring Road, Oranfilt">
    <description>White curls of ocean waves dance at the far end of a rock-lined inlet, amplified in both sound and power, as they are forced down the inlet's gullet to wash upon the sands of the beach.  Sharp and jagged rocks, visible as vicious dark shades along the north and south shores, jut into the waters.  Combined with the night, the stones become twice as deadly as they would be during the day.</description>
    <description>Speckled black and white sand collides with the pounding surf of ocean water within the relatively tight confines of a narrow inlet.  The wide-open sea is visible at the far end, but reaching it would be a difficult task for even the most accomplished swimmer as every small wave from the far end is amplified by the stony walls of the northern and southern shores.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="63" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="65" />
  </node>
  <node id="65" name="Island Ring Road, Oranfilt">
    <description>The slow erosion of the beach is apparent even at night.  Jagged stones, dark shadows in the wet, white spray, hunch defiantly in the surf, asking no quarter from the eroding waves and giving none without a fight.</description>
    <description>The ocean is slowly eroding the beach, pushing it further and further inland with each passing season.  A number of porous black boulders poke from the waters only a few feet from the shore, churning the surf into a surging and frothy foam.  Only the bravest seagull occasionally descends to the top of one of the stones, fleeing as soon as the waves crash again.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="66" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="64" />
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  <node id="66" name="Island Ring Road, Oranfilt">
    <description>Shady and jagged fingers of stone poke from the southern shore of the inlet, ready to prod and bash even the most skilled swimmers and send them to a dark grave.  Further out, the waves of the open ocean lap and swirl, uncaring of those lost within their embrace.</description>
    <description>A nearly perfect line of sight can be drawn from this section of beach down the rocky southern shore of the inlet to the open ocean.  Odd stones and sharp rocks edge their ways from that shore, daring any brave soul -- man or beast -- to swim too close to their jagged embrace.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="65" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="67" />
  </node>
  <node id="67" name="Island Ring Road, Southern Oranfilt'misekar">
    <description>A gaping maw of vegetation swallows the road in shifting gloom while the beach sand covers it in the opposite direction.  A broken wagon sits abandoned beneath the dark foliage, its wheels buried in the soft sand.  The wagon may be stopped permanently, but the hiss of waves sliding across the sands rises and falls, unmoved by the drama of passing travellers.</description>
    <description>The road proper disappears in both directions here -- beneath the sands of the beach in one direction and into a cavern of vegetation the other.  The result of a poorly decided venture to bring a heavily laden wagon through the soft sand sits abandoned beneath the foliage at the end of a long trail of deep ruts.  All signs of the heavy load that forced the desertion, whatever it was, have vanished long ago.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="66" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="68" />
  </node>
  <node id="68" name="Island Ring Road, Lower Lish'Telga">
    <description>The creaking of wood on wood sounds out from a pair of dead trees arching over the road, their wispy wigs of moss swaying in the night air.  Waves crashing against some nearby shore create a rhythmic sound of sobbing as the pair shift, and a branch dangling from one of them grasps blindly for comfort from passersby.</description>
    <description>Two dead trees arch over the road, supporting each other's weight like old lovers.  Birds have built nests of moss and leaves in the cracked boughs, adding unusual-looking wigs to the pair.  One of the branches dangles precariously over the center of the path, seeming to snag the hasty passerby as a beggar would.  The odd appearance of this wooden couple is enhanced by the echo of waves crashing against the shore in a rhythm not unlike sobbing.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="67" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="69" />
  </node>
  <node id="69" name="Island Ring Road, Lower Lish'Telga">
    <description>The multiple points of Undogoz Mountain peek through the breaks in the trees, ever watchful for events transpiring in his domain.  The fiddlehead ferns and moss lining the road may make a temporary respite from his gaze for the random traveler, but there is no permanent escape for those who tread on the Elven mountain's lands.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="68" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="70" />
  </node>
  <node id="70" name="Island Ring Road, Lower Telga'hen">
    <description>The crumbling remains of a way station slouch off to one side.  Too much time has passed since its usefulness ended.  Its shutters and doors are now nothing more than rotted scraps of wood laying in the soil and its walls are not much else but split rocks as common as those that fall from the mountain chain.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="69" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="71" />
  </node>
  <node id="71" name="Island Ring Road, Lower Telga'hen">
    <description>Mushrooms dot the shade beneath the brush, stark white bubbles in a sea of green and black.  Beyond the mushrooms, rows of gnarled reeds stand at attention, defending nothing more important than the gradual slope up the hills to the east.  Above, indifferent to the posturing of the little weeds and fungus, an alder tree perches, home to a family of sparrows that dart through the air with liquid ease.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="70" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="72" />
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  <node id="72" name="Island Ring Road, Old Barricade">
    <description>Deep scars across the road trail to a heap of dense trees, obviously felled by a directing intellect.  Spear heads have been deeply embedded in the trunks, business ends outward, and durable, waxy rope has been lashed around the whole lot.  Surely, if left in its place of design, this obstacle would be the end to an already difficult voyage that wagons must endure here.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="71" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="73" />
  </node>
  <node id="73" name="Island Ring Road, Lower Telga'hen">
    <description>A sudden break in the brush and foliage reveals an incline that drops smoothly away from the road and to the west.  A glance down the slope quickly unveils a surface crammed with ferns, bracken and sharp thistles, as well as a splendid look at the naked sea.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="72" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="74" />
  </node>
  <node id="74" name="Island Ring Road, Telgaban">
    <description>Ash trees crowd in upon the road, shouldered together, limb to limb.  When the wind hustles through, the sound of branches creaking against one another overshadows that of leaves and foliage rustling.  If only the trees were clothed in guild cloaks could the scene be anymore reminiscent of the crowded streets of a town.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="73" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="75" />
  </node>
  <node id="75" name="Island Ring Road, Telgaban">
    <description>Somewhere close, waves are slamming into a rocky shoreline with enough force that the sound echoes off of trees along the road even here.  With all the underbrush along this hilly terrain, one false step could send a clumsy explorer tumbling into the source of that sound, vanishing beneath the waves and adding his own spectral cries to that of the ocean.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="74" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="76" />
  </node>
  <node id="76" name="Island Ring Road, Telgamor">
    <description>A runoff parallels the road for a short way before cutting a sharp angle away and then down toward the ocean.  Wagon tracks, ruts, and hoof prints marr the ground where the ditch carves a path across the road, the cause of many a stumble.  The tiny crevice vanishes into the gaping maw of a large cloven boulder that sits askew, striking the pose of a slack jawed fool drunk after too many drinks.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="75" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="77" />
  </node>
  <node id="77" name="Island Ring Road, Selmoda Albirdilu">
    <description>Some kind soul has staked posts of wood into the ground along the southern lip of the road in an attempt to add a touch of safety for those brave enough to peer over into the canyon beyond.  The construction is good, but woefully unlikely that it would stop a speeding horseman from plummeting into the deep gorge.  Indeed, several of the posts are split from some unknown collision.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="76" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="78" />
  </node>
  <node id="78" name="Island Ring Road, Guum Selmoda">
    <description>The mixed canopy of ash and pine trees, to the east, dips between two mountain peaks.  Though not nearly as large as Undogoz Mountain, those peaks are obviously part of the same chain, sharing the same color and texture as the infamous inert volcano.  The angle of these sloping mountains, however, is not unlike that of the water-filled canyon dipping down beside the road only a few feet away.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="79" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="77" />
  </node>
  <node id="79" name="Island Ring Road, Guum Selmoda Miniso">
    <description>A precipice that plunges into a watery bed of sharp stones forces the road into a tight hairpin curve.  Aside from one oddly bare spot in the brush, the thick shrubs and growth would have allowed the forgers of this path no other option but to yield to the demands of nature, and bend their route accordingly.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="80" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="78" />
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  <node id="80" name="Guum Selmoda, Southwestern Slope">
    <description>The road banks dangerously toward the gorge and bears deep scars from sliding wagon wheels to prove it.  An unobstructed view of the road capping the other side of this gaping pit is convenient from this vantage point, but quite possibly one of the last things on the mind of anyone struggling to maintain a filled wagon of provisions from slipping into a deadly fall.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="79" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="81" />
  </node>
  <node id="81" name="Guum Selmoda, Southwestern Overlook">
    <description>As the road corners around a pitted boulder nestled in the brush, the wider side of the route opens into an expansive sight of the ocean.  Upon the waters, white crests dance upon the tips of the waves, riding and falling in little twirling displays before splashing themselves against the cracked granite along the shore.  An inlet from the ocean lances toward the mountains, forcing the road to bypass or be consumed.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="80" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="82" />
  </node>
  <node id="82" name="Island Ring Road, Telgamor">
    <description>Weather and time have exposed sections of the road to be nothing more than soft dark soil caked atop a shelf of grey granite slabs.  Moss and lichen now squeeze their way into the cracks of the revealed stone, the traffic in this area not near frequent enough to crush their growth.  Southwards, and up the sloping hills, walls of the grey rock cradle the road, quite the opposite of the increase in soft groundcover and downward slope to the north.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="81" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="83" />
  </node>
  <node id="83" name="Island Ring Road, Nefsith">
    <description>Struggling pines somehow find enough soil to sink their roots and grasp onto the edges of the granite surface of the slope.  By no means sparse, this rocky incline is not friendly to the larger plant life as the proximity to the ocean, and the winds birthed of it, have a tendency to sweep clear any rich soil to the lower elevations.  This doesn't seem true of the neighboring peaks, as each sports a full growth of rich green as proudly as a dwarf sports a beard.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="82" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="84" />
  </node>
  <node id="84" name="Island Ring Road, Lunfilt Sith">
    <description>A procession of stunted pines lines the grade, suggestive of a parade of Dwarves heading toward some secretive mountain worship.  Ominously, two slightly larger pines watch over the line of smaller trees, much like two imposing Gor'Tog bodyguards.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="83" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="85" />
  </node>
  <node id="85" name="Island Ring Road, Upper Lunfilt Sith">
    <description>If this dip in the road were any sharper it would be necessary for any walking wanderer to succumb to travel upon hands and knees.  Several paths weave alternate routes from the main road in crooked dashes among indifferent pines.  Only some of the trails appear to be as safe as the road itself while others come precariously close to a severe fall.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="86" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="84" />
  </node>
  <node id="86" name="Island Ring Road, Almifilt Dael">
    <description>The mammoth bulk of a grey ridge arrogantly fills half the sky above, and the road, challenged by the task of passage, determinedly winds its way up from this plateau.  In comparison, the road leisurely slinks down in the opposite direction and into groves of short pines.  Collections of pine saplings here attempt to duplicate the groves below at least in mockery if not in size.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="87" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="85" />
  </node>
  <node id="87" name="Island Ring Road, Almifilt Dael">
    <description>A hissing updraft sets the grass that tenaciously clings to the stones into a constant frenzied thrashing.  Surrounded by the berserking grass, a lone and sickly scrub pine digs its roots into the cracks in the stone, sending fragmented chunks spilling to the forest below.  Between the wild movement of the weedy grass and the slow but constant squeezing of the pine's roots, the elements will have an easier time weathering away the road as the seasons pass.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="86" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="88" />
  </node>
  <node id="88" name="Island Ring Road, Hoyiro Dael">
    <description>At some point, a good-sized boulder from the higher cliff slammed into the this tier and cracked from the impact.  Now it rests, the split in its middle a crafty smirk, acknowledging that nothing can maintain an eternal hold on a lofty residence.  Several of its fellows remain in place, awaiting their chance when they, too, shall plunge to rejoin their lost brother, or perhaps skid beyond and tear a new path through the woods as they tumble towards the coast.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="89" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="87" />
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  <node id="89" name="Island Ring Road, Almifilt Overlook">
    <description>A jagged shadow threatens to be an obstacle in the road, but turns out to be a kind guardian, saving the precious soil from the theft of the winds and keeping night blind travelers from stumbling off the road and to a certain doom below.  One section of the shaded stone circle is missing, a lost victim to gravity, showing that even the large and sturdy are likely to face a potential fall.  The largest shape, that of the massive Undogoz Mountain, glares from the north horizon.</description>
    <description>Rings of naturally occurring protective ledges border the route, keeping thieving winds from stealing precious soil from the terrace.  Thankful brush thickens the path and grasps tightly onto the massive stones that form the rings.  Despite this, at least one stone has dropped from its perch, and now the multitude of small shrubs hungrily devours the space left behind.  Through this space, heavy strokes of blue and grey mark the distant northern peaks of Undogoz Mountain.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="90" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="88" />
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  <node id="90" name="Island Ring Road, Almifilt Blufedor">
    <description>A petite sign is the only survivor of the collapse of a roadside waystation into the keen-edged crags awaiting at the bottom of the slope.  A blank space, devoid of tree, stone, or brush, overlooks where the small shed fell, and it now includes an unobstructed view of the coast.  This same view may have been what led the builder of the ill-fated shack to construct it in the first place.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="89" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="91" />
  </node>
  <node id="91" name="Island Ring Road, Almifilt Descent">
    <description>A huge stone, a miniature scale mountain in its own right, has proven itself resilient to the choking roots of several pines.  Though invulnerable, the stone has become prisoner to the trunks of the very trees encircling it.  Beyond this vignette of internment, one of the smaller peaks of the island towers, confined by its own scale of timberland.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="90" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="92" />
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  <node id="92" name="Island Ring Road, Nevral">
    <description>A subtle depression between the upper rims surges with hardy ash and pine.  A particularly wiry pine points rebelliously against the general direction of growth and toward the uphill trek to the south.  Incredulous, the other trees ignore this young upstart, angling themselves socially toward the north.  Allying with the pine, a number of fiddlehead ferns casually lean the same way.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="420" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="91" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="93" />
  </node>
  <node id="93" name="Island Ring Road, Nevral Slope">
    <description>Shades of black and grey disguise granite outcrops and rocky shelves which crouch alongside the road, prepared to reveal their presence as damaging bandits of wheel and boot.  Between two massive shadows that can only be mountain peaks, the scattered winking of lights across the eastern landscape mark individual homes and farms while a gathering of similar twinkling lights displays the distant location of Mer'Kresh.</description>
    <description>The road drops away to the northwest, snaking down between jutting boulders and miniature peaks, while southwest drives it into a more direct ascent along the base of a mountain.  A scene only the most talented painter could dream stretches itself eastwards.  Beyond a rolling carpet of deep green pines, Mer'Kresh itself floats upon the bay, the lack of detail due to distance only enhancing the perspective.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="94" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="92" />
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  <node id="94" name="Island Ring Road, Cliffside Overlook">
    <description>A dark veil fills the horizon, obscuring what must be an impressive daytime sight.  Northwards, the keen eye captures the occasional blink of light from the now dormant volcano Undogoz, piercing the night with a brief contrast before winking out of existence.</description>
    <description>The sight of the distant landscape becomes a blanket, spread across a child's bedroom and covering miscellaneous toys, creating humps and valleys from the suffocating playthings.  The illusion of a casual step delivering one onto that blanket is not entirely untrue, though perspective would quickly be regained with that action as gravity works to connect the foolish with the ground far, far below.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="93" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="95" />
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  <node id="95" name="Island Ring Road, Higher Albirdilu">
    <description>Only a few darkened grey columns poke themselves skyward, each one a pine that has decided to grow in spite of the rough surfaces.  Beneath the court of pines, scrubby brush thickens the ground, but does little to muffle the crunch of the gravel that hides on the road and in the gloomy crevices.</description>
    <description>The mountain is a harsh master here, and every treacherous footstep taken reinforces that with the grinding shift of gravel.  Few pines can manage the rough surfaces, preferring the softer and less dangerous terrain, but a moderate selection of smaller foliage fights for a living.  Where brush wins, the stone breaks, beginning the long change into soil.  Where stone wins, the reward is only the desolate swirling of dust atop barren rock in every meaningless breeze.</description>
    <position x="-480" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="94" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="96" />
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  <node id="96" name="Island Ring Road, Higher Albirdilu">
    <description>The blanket of darkness eliminates the reliance on visual cues while enhancing the other senses.  As if nature wished to test the hearing of those in her embrace, an occasional racket of falling stones rings out from the shadows before silence rejoins its companion, the night.</description>
    <description>Every hasty movement is rewarded by a shower of pebbles clattering and bouncing down the rough, stony incline.  For every plummeting group, there is a corresponding moment of silence as the projectiles free fall, followed by the muffled sound of them reaching their destination far below.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="97" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="95" />
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  <node id="97" name="Island Ring Road, Middle Albirdilu">
    <description>A grave-like lump of debris lay pushed out of the path of the road.  Long and twisted skeletal shapes make bed-mates with rugged mounds of something cold and hard, all of it discarded in a mass of identity swallowing shadow.  A villainous murderer could not find a more appropriate place to leave his victims.  A shriveled limb from the pile stretches out toward passerby's -- and unmasks the harsh reality of the dead pile of pine trees.</description>
    <description>A pile of dead pines are mute testimony to the tribulations that a tree must face to survive on this side of the mountain.  Some passerby has taken the liberty of laying them to rest to one side, not out of any act of compassion or closure, but more likely the desire to have clear passage for a caravan or other wheeled transport.  Multiple stones have been stacked at the heads of the rotting pine carcasses, making a poignant closing argument for the lives of the trees.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="98" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="96" />
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  <node id="98" name="Island Ring Road, Lower Albirdilu">
    <description>The gentle lapping of waves from somewhere west carries up to even this high a section of the mountain chain.  At night or day, the ocean works to have its way with M'Riss, modifying its outer contours or cleaving its land with inlet and gulf.  For now, the road is solid, despite the attempts of the ocean and the blindness of nightfall, and travel will continue.</description>
    <description>The ocean smiles up through the vacant spots in the forested slope at the foot of the alp, patient and confident that it will have its way with the outline of M'Riss.  Day in and day out, the salty waters lick at the coast of the island, and perhaps within an Elf's life span, a new inlet will edge into the base of this very mountain.  For now, however, the stone is solid, and travel shall continue unabated.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="97" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="99" />
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  <node id="99" name="Island Ring Road, Modren'Ker">
    <description>Thin pale shapes huddle in the safety of the darkened terrain, tangled limbs rasping as the potent drafts blow.  Some, close enough to the road to inspect in passing, show themselves to be malformed pines.  Those closer do not refrain from joining in the cacophony of their comrades, and crackle with glee in every shuddering gust.</description>
    <description>Pale-barked pines grow curled in eccentric patterns, possibly the result of the volcanic soils of the region or the equally potent drafts.  Whatever the cause of the malformed growths, the taut limbs shiver in the breeze rather than rustle, creating the illusion of melodramatic elders suffering from some unfelt icy chill.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="100" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="98" />
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  <node id="100" name="Island Ring Road, Modren'Ker">
    <description>A distant twinkling of light betrays the location of ships on the murky puddle of shadows, which in reality is the bay of Torbis Sanhalas.  The sound of rushing water adds an appropriate feel to the sight, despite the difference between the noise of a brook and a breaking bay.  Somewhere in the darkness, the gurgling stream falls and sends echoes of splashing water up the mountainside.</description>
    <description>A rushing brook hurls over the edge of nearby stones, following the path of least resistance.  It wends its way to the valley below which is snugly packed into a cleft in the mountain chain.  Between that gap, the sights of the bay, Torbis Sanhalas, shudders with the motion of water, and a few black specks, which must be ships, drift about slowly upon it.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="560" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="101" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="99" />
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  <node id="101" name="Island Ring Road, Modren'Ker">
    <description>An unilluminated incline drops westward, an empty tiered seating arena pointed out across the sea.  The evening sight of the ocean then becomes an empty stage, stretching to the far reaches of the horizon, longing for a watchful audience.  It only need look upwards to the clouds, the stars, or the moons to fulfill its wish.</description>
    <description>Trees and foliage drop away toward the sea and stagger down the tiered incline like spectators in amphitheater seating.  The vast ocean, a stage, stretches to the limits of the horizon with a natural audience, which could easily make the most renowned bards sneer in envy.  If one wished for actors to fill the giant stage, they need only to glance at the clouds, the sun and the moons.</description>
    <position x="-460" y="560" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="100" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="102" />
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  <node id="102" name="Island Ring Road, Southern Modren'Ker">
    <description>The nearest mountain blocks sight to the east, replacing the lost view with an indeterminate blur of grey and black shadows.  The road uncaringly twists its way down the side of the mountain, dodging the unclear silhouettes of tangled vegetation and straight shafts of pine trees.</description>
    <description>Clearly not as well traveled as other roads on M'Riss, this one twists and angles its way down the side of the mountain through struggling woods of pine and ash as if it were the result of the death throes of a massive beast.  The vegetation fights itself for the prime pockets of soil wedged into the terraced rock, each plant throttling its neighbor but conceding the space the road possesses.  Hazy from a permanent mist, the pyramidal peak of the nearest mount blocks sight to the east.</description>
    <position x="-440" y="580" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="101" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="103" />
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  <node id="103" name="Island Ring Road, Southern Modren'Ker Route">
    <description>Vague waving movement across the tops of the rows of scrub pines develops under the push of mountain gusts.  The trees bow submissively as they move, giving rather than battling the forced motion.  A desperate chirp rings out from somewhere within the depths of the trees as some hidden bird awakens from its slumber, stirred whenever a particularly churning wind attacks.</description>
    <description>A horde of scrub pine follows the rise and fall of the slopes alongside the road, holding their frizzled branches high into the southern bound winds.  Their green tips wave in unison beneath the push of the gusts, turning the canopy of pine needles into a living, churning sea atop the mountainside.  Rather than being populated by fish, this ocean is swarming with birds that dive toward nests hidden beneath the shifting forest's surface.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="560" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="104" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="102" />
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  <node id="104" name="Island Ring Road, Crossroads Approach">
    <description>Swirling dust scatters violently in the wind that howls angrily in the night.  The dust almost seems resentful as it attacks the eyes and nose, stinging as though the air were filled with tiny wasps.  The curving edge of a bluff vanishes into the gloom.</description>
    <description>Swirling clouds of grey dust are forced into a violent dance within the arms of the wind, shaken and jeered by angry gusts, and then discarded at the edge of the bluff as its overwhelming partner tires of the distraction.  Countless times, this drama of wind and dust has unfolded, as the drop's edge has been worn smooth and slick by the constant fall of the shunned dancer.</description>
    <position x="-420" y="580" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="103" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="105" />
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  <node id="105" name="Island Ring Road, Fever Point Junction">
    <description>Constant wind whistles through the needles of trees unseen in darkness and howls across the spine of the island where three roads meet.  The Island Ring Road leads north along the spine toward the Penal Colony and east to Torbis Sanhalas and M'Riss, while a small spur leads south to Fever Point.</description>
    <description>Constant wind howls here where three roads meet along the spine of the island.  Scrub pines fight with thin volcanic soil, and when finally established, they fight the wind instead.  Island Ring Road leads north toward the Penal Colony and east to Torbis Sanhalas and M'Riss, while a small spur leads south to Fever Point.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="600" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="106" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="107" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="104" />
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  <node id="106" name="Island Ring Road, Junction Trail">
    <description>The steep switchback road cut into the side of the slope snakes dramatically across the incline, twisting through the shadows of large outcrops.  The road is well into the high country, but still sheltered from the constant winds of higher elevation.  Those trees that find purchase in the rocky ground attain respectable stature.</description>
    <description>The marvelous steep switchback road cut into the side of the slope snakes dramatically across the incline, dodging huge outcrops of volcanic rock.  The road is well into the high country, but still sheltered from the constant winds which prevent trees at higher elevations from attaining reasonable stature.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="600" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="126" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="105" />
  </node>
  <node id="107" name="Fever Point Road, Upper Hummocks">
    <description>As the road curves over the crest of a hill, a view of the deep ocean fills the horizon.  The pines trees that populate the upper elevations of M'Riss thin out as they approach the coast, replaced by smaller shrubbery and brush.</description>
    <position x="-400" y="620" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="105" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="108" />
  </node>
  <node id="108" name="Fever Point Road, Lower Hummocks">
    <description>Grey fragments of rock sprawl down the side of a sudden slope beside the road, ending in a pile of rubble and pebbles.  The hazardous incline is populated by small scrub pines that cling to the occasional ledge, their trunks and roots surrounded by bits of stone.  Its a simple reminder that the mountains of the Undogoz chain will not yield willingly to the gradual plains of the Fever Point peninsula.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="440" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="109" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="107" />
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  <node id="109" name="Fever Point Road, Lower Peninsula Overlook">
    <description>Beside the lower roads below, a figure stands motionless, details vague and unclear from this distance.  Beyond him, the fields of the southern peninsula checker the lands in shades of tan and green, descending to the coast.  Many miles further away, at the point where the land juts into the sea and ends, dark specks of houses cluster together in what must be Fever Point.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="460" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="110" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="108" />
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  <node id="110" name="Fever Point Road, Th'darzt's Rest">
    <description>Legends along the peninsula often spoke of a dashing Rissan who broke from the normal low-key behavior and risked his own life for those of his beloved neighbors.  Though never officially accepted as a quantified hero, Th'darzt is still revered by locals, as evidenced by the rather crude wooden statue erected in his honor.  A simple bench stares up at the statue from across the track.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="480" z="1" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="109" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="111" />
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  <node id="111" name="Fever Point Road, Lower Trail">
    <description>Waving rows of ferns line a rundown segment of fence.  The fence is no longer enough to protect the fields it once surrounded, nor is the ragged scarecrow that hangs in wide-eyed vigil above the long gone harvest.  On the other side of the road, however, a newer and sturdier barricade safely corrals tall stalks of corn and wheat.  Drowning in the ocean of crops is a barn, visible only from the shingles of its roof that manage to peek over.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="500" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="112" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="110" />
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  <node id="112" name="Fever Point Road, Lower Trail">
    <description>The whisper of the wind in the tall grasses creates a chorus of voices that discuss travelers upon the road, hushing in a rustling hurry whenever the breeze stops.  During the pause, animal calls and cries ring out across the land, and then stop as well, buried in the silence of their wake.  A small group of pines cluster alongside the road, a safe haven for the creatures that issue the natural sounds, and an additional set of gossips joining the grasses.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="520" z="1" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="111" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="113" />
  </node>
  <node id="113" name="Fever Point Road, Abandoned Fields">
    <description>Tilted on its side, the skeleton of a plow sits alone in the overgrown fields.  Seasons of absent farmers have aided the weeds and shrubbery in their slow takeover of the plow's corpse.  A complete fence still encircles the out of control growth in the field, but its days of functional service have long since passed.  Where the wood slats have not fallen from neglect, garden spiders have virtually covered it with sticky webs.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="540" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="112" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="114" />
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  <node id="114" name="Fever Point, Empty Village" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Fishing poles, nets and signs proclaiming sales on bait are clear clues that this minuscule village's survival depended on the fishing trade.  Only a handful of homes still stand after so much time exposed to the elements without upkeep, and the doors on most swing open in the sea breeze.  A pier, some distance to the south, juts out into the sea, desperately attempting to escape whatever memories it holds of this deserted village.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="560" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="115" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="117" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="113" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go green tent" destination="312" />
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  <node id="115" name="Fever Point, Village Inn">
    <description>From the size of the building, the inn, ironically named The Lost Sailor's Refuge, was obviously a mainstay of the fishing village.  A large picture window, now but a boarded-up frame, stares out at the street.  Unlike other structures, the inn's front door has been sealed securely with lengths of rusty chain.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="580" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="116" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="114" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go weathered pier" destination="125" />
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  <node id="116" name="Fever Point, Woods" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The inclined trail rises from the beach and curves northwest toward the village.  Holes have been dug near the roots of many of the trees -- whether by rodents or residents is unclear.  Scrub pine grows among the larger hardwoods, nearly overwhelming the sea's scents with the smell of resin.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="600" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="118" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="115" />
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  <node id="117" name="Fever Point, Sailor's Ramble" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Sharp bends and angles in the road lend credence to the story Sailor's Ramble was named for the path stumbled by drunken sailors from pub to beach.  Unlike the seedy, derelict town center, this area has been enjoying a revival of care: fresh paint, colorful curtains, and even a few flowerbeds to replace the weeds.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="560" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="114" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="124" />
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  <node id="118" name="Fever Point, Beach">
    <description>Emerging from the gravel and rocks beneath the pier, the beach continues its graceful arc before disappearing into the line of trees above the beach.  Tufts of yellow flowers grow in the shelter of a tumble of boulders close to the trees.  Footprints dotting the beach, as well as other unnatural disturbances in the sand, hint this is a frequently used area.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="620" z="1" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="116" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="119" />
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  <node id="119" name="Fever Point, Under Pier" note="Piling">
    <description>Gravel and colorful chunks of split rock dumped beneath the pier interrupt the sandy beach's east-west course.  The pier above stretches a large ship's length into the ocean, ending where the water is deep enough to dock a vessel larger than an island skiff.  A slippery coating of salt moss clings to the pilings and hangs from cross-braces overhead.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="620" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="118" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="120" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb slippery piling" destination="322" />
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  <node id="120" name="Fever Point, Beach" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Jewel-like shells are nestled in the crooked line of seaweed that marks the beach's high tide line.  The beach curves westward, stopping at a meadow of sharp-bladed sawgrass.  Eastward, the Fever Point Pier juts out over the water, and the soft sand gives way to rocks and stones dumped to prevent erosion.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="620" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="119" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="121" />
  </node>
  <node id="121" name="Fever Point, Gully">
    <description>Gently swinging southeast, the road dips into a gully and narrows to little more than a footpath used as much by animals as by men.  Brush growing from the gully walls reaches out to tickle passersby, and the occasional thorn to sting them.  Gradually, the sloping walls of dirt flatten to a trail that deposits travelers onto a sandy beach.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="580" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="122" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="120" />
  </node>
  <node id="122" name="Fever Point, Forest" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Hooking west, the road makes an abrupt turn into the forest and meanders among the trees.  At one turn, the path splits before a large camphor tree as though no consensus could be made upon the preferred route, then merges on the opposite side.  A prickly ravelthorn hedge intermingled with esturi bushes bounces the road sharply back toward the south.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="540" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="123" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="121" />
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  <node id="123" name="Fever Point, Sailor's Ramble">
    <description>Careening northwest, the road makes an abrupt jog toward a massive oak standing at the end of the forest, then abruptly veers just short of the tree's roots to run along the forest line.  Two cairns are set side-by-side on the road.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="560" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="124" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="122" />
  </node>
  <node id="124" name="Fever Point, Sailor's Ramble" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The road winds back upon itself in a hairpin bend, then slowly straightens as it curves downward toward the ocean.  A few cabins, once temporary housing for sailors awaiting their next berth, rest among the scattered weeds and leaves that edge the dusty path.  Splashes of whitewash here and neatly raked lawns there show the buildings have received renewed care.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="540" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="117" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="123" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go clapboard shop" destination="323" />
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  <node id="125" name="Fever Point, Pier" note="Pier" color="#FF00FF">
    <description>A screeching of angry planks swaying on the pier's pilings cries into the night even over the sound of the sloshing waves dashing themselves against the shore.  To the horizon stretches the dark field of ocean water, broken only towards the east by the blinking lights of Mer'Kresh upon the bay, and to the north and northeast by M'Riss itself.</description>
    <description>The weathered planks scream beneath any weight applied, imitating the screech of the sea gulls that glide about the pulsing waves.  Even the hungriest of those birds do not venture too far into town, animal senses wary of something unseen.  Indifferent to the cautious sea birds, the ocean spreads out on almost all sides from the tip of this peninsula, stretching to the horizon.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="600" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="115" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb wooden piling" destination="321" />
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  <node id="126" name="Island Ring Road, Junction Trail">
    <description>Sparse trees and large rock outcrops cast disorienting shadows as the switchbacks dodge the steepest slopes.  Pools of blackness may be shadow or pothole, making an already rough road a serious threat to ankle and axle.  Moonlight glinting on a rock spire above only adds to the treacherous shadows on the road.</description>
    <description>Trees get sparser while rocks grow larger as the switchbacks dodge the steepest slopes and the major outcrops.  The road is rough enough to turn an ankle and give a caravan driver pause.  A rocky spire above leans at a crazy angle above the road.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="580" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="106" />
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  <node id="127" name="Island Ring Road, Junction Trail">
    <description>The road twists and turns in the moonlit darkness, crawling around outcroppings like some giant serpent crawling up the mountain.  One road cut has uncovered a great gash of soft dark stone which breaks and crumbles to the touch.</description>
    <description>The road twists and turns, crawling around outcroppings like some giant serpent crawling up the mountain.  One road cut has uncovered a great gash of soft red sandstone which breaks and crumbles to the touch.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="580" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="128" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="126" />
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  <node id="128" name="Island Ring Road, Junction Trail">
    <description>Vague rounded shapes of deciduous trees below yield to the angular shapes of conifers above, while the road feels slightly rougher and steeper.  There is a sense of change about this stretch of road, but blackness obscures most visual cues.</description>
    <description>The road here changes from the gentle incline along the headland east, to dramatic switchbacks climbing the ridge northwest.  The vegetation makes a similar transformation from oak and deobar below to conifers above.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="600" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="127" />
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  <node id="129" name="Island Ring Road, Two Fingers Selmoda">
    <description>Moonlight glints off Torbis Sanhalas to the east as the road skirts the brow of a rocky headland.  Scattered shadows of rock outcrops interspersed with oak and pine above give way to the inky blackness of the thick forest below.</description>
    <description>The road skirts the brow of a rocky headland affording the traveler an expansive view of Torbis Sanhalas due east.  The slope above is rock outcrop interspersed with oak and pine.  Down slope, the forest thickens to a mixture of oak and deobar as the soil improves.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="600" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="130" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="128" />
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  <node id="130" name="Island Ring Road, Two Fingers Selmoda">
    <description>A small brook babbles in the darkness of this narrow valley.  Steep hillsides obscure moonlight, deepening darkness.  Weak candlelight from a cottage window provides the only illumination other than the stars directly overhead.</description>
    <description>A small brook drains through this narrow valley to enter Torbias Sanhalas at the fingers.  Two farms near the road have been enlarged by fields painstakingly carved from the oak and deobar along the valley walls.  A third farm closer to the fingers sports fishnets draped across a fence.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="580" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="131" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="129" />
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  <node id="131" name="Island Ring Road, Two Fingers Selmoda">
    <description>Looming spires of volcanic rock throw shadows along the verge of the road.  At the horizon, moonlight glints off Torbias Sanhalas through the sparse trees.  Nearer and below, moonlight is reflected by the twin bays of the Two Fingers.</description>
    <description>Large pieces of volcanic rock are visible along the edge of the road.  At the horizon, Torbias Sanhalas is visible through the sparse stand of trees.  Somewhat closer, the twin bays of the Two Fingers are visible where the highland descends to the bay.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="560" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="130" />
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  <node id="132" name="Island Ring Road, Two Fingers Selmoda">
    <description>A small inlet is visible far below and Torbias Sanhalas can be glimpsed through gaps in the trees as the road crosses this highland.  Pines intermingle with the occasional stems of oak and deobar, their presence betraying the poor local soil.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="560" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="133" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="131" />
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  <node id="133" name="Island Ring Road, Torbis Sufar">
    <description>Forest abuts mudflats here.  In one of several small openings at the verge, a rundown cabin sits on higher ground.  A shell midden indicates the occupants are probably shellfishers, not farmers.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="134" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="132" />
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  <node id="134" name="Island Ring Road, Torbis Sufar">
    <description>Frogs hum and crickets chirp in the marsh.  A larger creature grunts unseen along the mudflats as something splashes at the water's edge.</description>
    <description>Wading birds strut through the marsh, fishing for whatever shorebirds eat.  Tracks of larger animals cross the mudflats.  Holes scratched in the flats suggest some of them have been digging for shellfish.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="135" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="133" />
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  <node id="135" name="Island Ring Road, Torbis Sufar">
    <description>Frogs hum and crickets chirp in the marsh.  A larger creature grunts unseen along the mudflats as something splashes at the water's edge.</description>
    <description>The low causeway provides just enough shelter from waves to separate a salt marsh inland from broad tidal flats extending into the bay.  Even in the most severe weather, the breadth of the tide flats blunts the force of waves and keeps water from the road.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="136" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="134" />
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  <node id="136" name="Island Ring Road, Torbis Sufar">
    <description>Forest gives way to swamp as the road traverses broad, marshy mudflats along a raised roadbed.  A strong smell of salt marsh tickles the nose, while clouds of small, biting insects assault the ears and skin.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="137" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="135" />
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  <node id="137" name="Island Ring Road, Fever Point Road">
    <description>Halmik trees dominate the dark forest along this stretch of road.  A solitary farm struggles for existence against the forest, the farmhouse sited to provide glimpses of a small bay through the trees.</description>
    <description>Halmik trees predominate along this stretch of road, supplemented by oak, deobar, and other assorted species.  A solitary farm, the farmhouse sited to provide glimpses of a small bay through the trees, struggles for existence against the forest.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="138" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="136" />
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  <node id="138" name="Island Ring Road, Fever Point Road">
    <description>The faint scent of deobar oil oozes out of the heavy dark forest.  Freshly cut logs are stacked near the road.  Darkness obscures much of the grove, but the trees appear to be in good health and undergrowth is lacking.</description>
    <description>A faint scent of deobar oil lingers here as the road traverses a small grove.  Freshly cut logs are stacked near the road and a few stumps are visible.  While obviously a wild stand of native deobar, the grove has been thinned to improve oil production and much of the underbrush has been cleared to facilitate gathering the oil rich nuts.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="139" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="137" />
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  <node id="139" name="Island Ring Road, Old Trail">
    <description>Heavy underbrush crowds the road.  Tall oak, deobar, and halmik trees lean across the road forming a canopy which deepens the shadows on the moss-covered road.  Faint traces of an old trail heading west are visible through the heavy brush.</description>
    <description>Heavy underbrush crowds the road.  Tall oak, deobar, and halmik trees lean across to shade it, allowing a thick coat of moss to grow.  Faint traces of an old trail heading west are visible through the heavy brush.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="420" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="140" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="138" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go old trail" destination="309" />
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  <node id="140" name="Island Ring Road, Fever Point Road">
    <description>Deciduous forest predominates here.  A small farm cleared from the forest provides an extreme example of the Rissan ideal of self-sufficiency.  A large kitchen garden, a small plot of cotton, an orchard and a pasture are plenty large to feed a hard-working family but too small to earn much silver from the distant markets of Mer'Kresh.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="141" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="139" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="152" />
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  <node id="141" name="Island Ring Road, Fever Point Road">
    <description>An inlet juts into the low hills, bringing the saltwater close as the road skirts the fjord.  Deciduous trees predominate and the few farms are poor and scattered.  Grain waves gently in a few nearby fields, but darkness obscures most crops.</description>
    <description>An inlet juts into the low hills, bringing the saltwater close as the road skirts the fjord.  Deciduous trees predominate and the few farms are poor and scattered.  Furrows show rich soil, although the crops are limited to grains, cotton, and other commodities which can be transported to Mer'Kresh without perishing.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="142" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="140" />
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  <node id="142" name="Island Ring Road, Fever Point Road">
    <description>A small clearing at the top of a low hill reveals two dramatic vistas.  To the northeast loom the rocky crags of Undogoz Mountain while to the south is the expanse of Torbis Sanhalas.  A chipmunk sitting on a rock scolds visitors incessantly.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="141" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go timber bridge" destination="143" />
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  <node id="143" name="Island Ring Road, Mountain Trail">
    <description>A vigorous creek tumbles through the darkness under a timber bridge on its way to Torbis Sanhalas.  A small trail runs along the stream bank to join the Island Ring Road here.</description>
    <description>A vigorous creek from the hills above tumbles under a timber bridge on its way to Torbis Sanhalas.  A small trail runs along the stream bank to join the Island Ring Road here.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="144" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go timber bridge" destination="142" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go trail" destination="166" />
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  <node id="144" name="Island Ring Road, Mer'Kresh Flats">
    <description>The small farm here is in obvious disrepair.  A small tree grows through the roof of a tumble-down barn and someone has attempted to thatch the branches in an effort to re-roof the barn.  Several small fields are rapidly vanishing as the forest reclaims the land.  A few chickens are visible bedded down against the farm buildings for the night, and a small flock is asleep, head under wing, right in the middle of the road.</description>
    <description>The small farm here is in obvious disrepair.  A small tree grows through the roof of a tumble-down barn.  Someone has attempted to thatch the branches in an effort to re-roof the barn.  Several small fields are rapidly vanishing as the forest reclaims the land.  Chickens scratch between the greying buildings and a small flock of geese act like they own the road.</description>
    <position x="0" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="145" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="143" />
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  <node id="145" name="Island Ring Road, Mer'Kresh Flats">
    <description>A large farm is carved from the heavy forest, rich only by virtue of its size.  A nut orchard loses itself in the native deobar and oak, while a field of cotton grows right to the verge of the road.</description>
    <position x="20" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="146" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="144" />
  </node>
  <node id="146" name="Island Ring Road, Mer'Kresh Flats">
    <description>The road passes between a large field and an orchard which climbs a small hill behind a farmstead.  Poorer ground along the farmyard gravel is used for a pasture and a woodlot.</description>
    <position x="40" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="147" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="145" />
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  <node id="147" name="Island Ring Road, Belarritaco Bay">
    <description>Small farms flourish here in lowland soil close to the market in Mer'Kresh.  Some of the richest soil on all M'Riss makes crops grow vigorously and the road even sprouts a remarkable crop of weeds.  Lights in the windows of large farmhouses attest to the agricultural wealth of the region.</description>
    <description>Small farms flourish here in lowland soil close to the market in Mer'Kresh.  Some of the richest soil on all M'Riss makes crops grow vigorously and the road even sprouts a remarkable crop of weeds.  The wealth of farmers in this region is noticeable by the size and upkeep of the houses.</description>
    <position x="60" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="148" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="146" />
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  <node id="148" name="Island Ring Road, Belarritaco Bay">
    <description>Moonlight shines on a small bay to the southwest, and the distant lights of Mer'Kresh glitter beyond in the darkness of Torbis Sanhalas.  A brook trickles between rich farms on either side of the road, down to the bay.</description>
    <description>A brook trickles between rich farms on either side of the road, down to a small bay visible to the southwest.  Beyond the bay, one can see part of the city of Mer'Kresh in Torbis Sanhalas.</description>
    <position x="80" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="149" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="147" />
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  <node id="149" name="Island Ring Road, Belarritaco Bay">
    <description>The road, rutted from traffic of carts and draft animals, turns south toward the bay.  The farmer's oxen plod alongside the trader's caravan in a moving free-for-all up and down the gentle slope, past the pumping station, to the dock at the water's edge.</description>
    <position x="100" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="150" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="148" />
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  <node id="150" name="Island Ring Road, Belarritaco Bay" note="Premium Portal|Portal" color="#FF00FF">
    <description>Nocturnal calm contrasts with the daytime bustle on the road past the pumping station and its shed to the dock.  A small night-watch stands vigil on both the station and the dock, a few of its number turning to eye a Gor'tog with a pike who eyes them back.</description>
    <description>The densest traffic on M'Riss presses along the road as farmers, traders and pilgrims hurry past the pumping station and its shed toward the dock for the galley to Mer'Kresh.  A Gor'tog with a pike stands by the side of the road watching over the crowds.  Whether he's a brigand or a self-appointed guard is hard to tell.</description>
    <position x="100" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="149" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="151" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go meeting portal" destination="378" />
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  <node id="151" name="Belarritaco Bay, The Galley Dock" note="Galley" color="#FFFF00">
    <description>Dark shapes of waiting goods and passengers loom against the backdrop of the bay and sky.  Toward the shore, a few flickering lights dot the dark outline of M'Riss.  They reflect off the waters of the bay, touching the waves that lap against the dock.</description>
    <description>The wide, stout, wooden dock, protected on both sides by rope bumpers, is laden with passengers and goods waiting transport to Mer'Kresh.  Stevedores stand by the galley gangplank or move sacks, crates and barrels to and from the shore.</description>
    <position x="100" y="420" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="go" move="go galley" destination="307" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go galle" destination="308" />
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  <node id="152" name="Highland Meadow, Wishing Well Grove" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Through a cedar grove winds a path covered with feathery needles, where the traveler's tread stirs a balsamy fragrance with each footfall.  An owl hoots unexpectedly somewhere in the distance.  The light from a welcoming window shines here and there among the trees.</description>
    <description>Through a cedar grove winds a path covered with feathery needles, where the traveler's tread stirs a balsamy fragrance with each footfall.  Squirrels chatter to each other from branch to branch or scold the occasional housecat below their perch.  Here and there among the trees stand clapboard houses weathered to a silvery sheen.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="153" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="140" />
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  <node id="153" name="Wishing Well Grove, The West Commons">
    <description>The grassy pasture the townsfolk call the West Commons is empty, deserted for the night by all but the wandering fox or hunting owl.  A barking dog off in the distance wakes a rooster, who sends up his challenge in the darkness.</description>
    <description>The grassy pasture the townsfolk call the West Commons often holds the village's flock of sheep in summer and winter, wet weather and dry.  They graze a familiar circle from the well to the east to the cedar grove to the west and back again.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="154" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="156" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="158" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="157" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="152" />
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  <node id="154" name="Highland Meadow, Wishing Well Grove" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The path lies on a gentle incline from the heights to the northeast to the entrance to the grove below.  At a bend in the path, almost hidden by tree roots and groundcover, is a low stone.</description>
    <description>The path lies on a gentle incline from the heights to the northeast to the entrance to the grove below.  At a bend in the path, almost hidden by tree roots and groundcover, is a low stone with the number 14 carved deep on its face, but not a person in the grove can say what its meaning might be.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="155" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="153" />
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  <node id="155" name="Highland Meadow, Wishing Well Grove" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Homes of weathered planks or shakes peek from between the cedars atop a wide ridge whose arms enclose the Commons of the grove.  A narrow path leads down the hill to the south, an obvious shortcut to the well below.</description>
    <description>Homes of weathered planks or shakes peek from between cedars atop a wide ridge whose arms enclose the Commons of the grove.  A narrow path to the south, an obvious shortcut down the hill to the well below, seems more heavily travelled than the main road.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="460" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="161" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="156" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="154" />
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  <node id="156" name="Wishing Well Grove, The Oven">
    <description>At the north end of the pasture is the grove's communal oven, a big brick beehive-shaped structure still warm after the day's baking.  A pile of wood stands next to the oven.</description>
    <description>A timely visitor to the north pasture may be greeted by the aroma of bread baking in the grove's communal oven, a big brick beehive-shaped structure with baking niches above the fire box.  A pile of wood under a thatched cover stands next to the oven.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="155" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="159" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="158" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="153" />
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  <node id="157" name="Highland Meadow, Wishing Well Grove">
    <description>The silhouette of tall cedars forms a dark wall at the south side of the Commons, broken at only one place by a path leading beyond it.  Although light shines from a few nearby windows, the path lies in deep shadow.</description>
    <description>Tall cedars form a dark green wall at the south side of the Commons.  A gravelled path leads through the barrier, but the thick branches hide whatever lies at its end.  The path has a carefully tended look to it, suggesting a destination of some consequence.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="158" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="159" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="153" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go shady path" destination="164" />
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  <node id="158" name="Wishing Well Grove, The Well" note="Well" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The community well, ringed by a low wall of mortared stones, stands at the east end of the Commons.  Deserted now, it will become the center of the grove's social life when the sun rises and women come to fill their waterjars.</description>
    <description>The community well, ringed by a low wall of mortared stones, stands at the east end of the Commons.  Women fill their waterjars each morning and evening at this center of the grove's social life, chatting with each other and with the old folks sitting there, conveniently near an oaken bucket beaded with water.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="500" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="159" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="157" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="153" />
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  <node id="159" name="Wishing Well Grove, The East Commons" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Neat homesteads lie on both sides of a wide, sloping path that descends from the Commons in the northwest.  Logs placed at intervals across the path form easy steps down to a bend in the southeast.</description>
    <description>Neat homesteads lie on both sides of a wide, sloping path extending from the Commons in the northwest down to a bend in the southeast.  Logs placed at intervals across the path form easy steps past small gardens of flowers or vegetables.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="163" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="157" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="158" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="156" />
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  <node id="160" name="Highland Meadow, The Overlook" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A little clearing stands among the darkness of the trees.  A path leads off to the west, wandering along the ridge.</description>
    <description>A little clearing stands among the pines and cedars, commanding a view eastwards of rolling, wooded hills.  A path leads off to the west, wandering through the trees atop the ridge.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="155" />
  </node>
  <node id="161" name="Highland Meadow, Wishing Well Grove" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Many of the homes of the grove cluster along the top of this encircling ridge.  Below to the south is the open area of the Commons, mostly empty now as the village rests.</description>
    <description>Many of the homes of the grove cluster along the top of this encircling ridge.  If the home is on the south side of the path, one can look down on the grassy Commons from a window or well-situated stool to watch the gatherings at the well, children playing in the clearing, or sheep at their grazing.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="162" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="155" />
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  <node id="162" name="Highland Meadow, Wishing Well Grove" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>From the lower end of this sloping path comes the sound of trickling water.  To the northwest it rises toward the crest of a hill topped by what looks like several houses.  A light in one distant window is a welcome guide in the darkness.</description>
    <description>From the lower end of this sloping path comes the sound of trickling water.  To the northwest it rises toward the crest of a hill crowned with several wooden dwellings, so perfectly matched to their surroundings that they almost seem placed by nature rather than crafted by hand and tool.</description>
    <position x="0" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="163" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="161" />
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  <node id="163" name="Highland Meadow, Wishing Well Grove">
    <description>At the bottom of a hollow, the cedar-lined path takes a sharp turn to avoid a spring that bubbles up into a shallow pool.  A shadowy figure stands next to the pool, half-hidden in the darkness.</description>
    <description>At the bottom of a hollow, the cedar-lined path takes a sharp turn to avoid a spring that bubbles up into a shallow pool.  Next to the pool stands a moss-covered statue, perhaps of Eluned, her feet hidden in the ferns that border the clear water.</description>
    <position x="0" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="162" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="159" />
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  <node id="164" name="Highland Meadow, Wishing Well Grove">
    <description>A gravel walkway lies beneath a pleached arbor, its leafy roof turning the walk into a dark tunnel.  Halfway down the arbor, wooden benches sit facing each other in circles of light from bright paper lanterns hung above each resting-place.</description>
    <description>A gravel walkway lies beneath a pleached arbor, its leafy roof turning the walk into a green tunnel dappled with moving light as the wind stirs the shading leaves.  Halfway down the arbor, wooden benches sit facing each other, offering a place for a moment's rest or an hour's contemplation.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="540" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="165" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go shady path" destination="157" />
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  <node id="165" name="Highland Meadow, Wishing Well Grove" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The entrance to an arbor stands at the northwest side of a spacious clearing in the trees.  The grass of the lawn is thick underfoot, and here and there in the darkness loom strange shapes.</description>
    <description>The entrance to an arbor stands at the northwest side of a spacious clearing within the trees.  Several plump sheep enjoy the lush grass of the lawn, dotted here and there with blue or white wildflowers.  Some ornamental boxwood shrubs have been trimmed into the shapes of creatures real or fantastic.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="560" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="164" />
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  <node id="166" name="Fala Inisharon, Upper Slopes" color="#008000">
    <description>Just a step into the verge of the forest, the trees become taller, stronger, more majestic, and the undergrowth thins.  The ground looks more open to west yet contradictorily seems darker.  Somewhere overhead, a bird warbles, and its song is answered with a like melody from deeper in the woods.</description>
    <position x="260" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="167" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go game trail" destination="143" />
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  <node id="167" name="Fala Inisharon, Upper Slopes" color="#008000">
    <description>Giant red oaks and pines stand widely separated, rank on rank.  Their crowns spread high above, almost blocking out the stars and darkening the forest floor.  Travel is easy, the path underfoot softened with a thick layer of needles that hushes each footfall.  The path, perhaps a game trail, follows a small stream that extends from the brushier east off to the west.  A grey, furry object lies near the trail.</description>
    <description>Giant red oaks and pines stand widely separated, rank on rank.  Their crowns spread high above, almost blocking out the sky and dimming the light that penetrates to the forest floor.  Travel is easy, the path underfoot softened with a thick layer of needles that hushes each footfall.  The path, perhaps a game trail, follows a small stream that extends from the brushier east off to the west.  A grey, furry object lies near the trail.</description>
    <position x="240" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="166" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="168" />
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  <node id="168" name="Fala Inisharon, Upper Slopes" note="Depart" color="#400040">
    <description>Along its way down the gentle slope, the stream widens into quiet pools as if for some sylvan ritual.  It curves to the southwest, gliding through a forest cathedral arching into the night, its living pillars rising to the forest crown hidden in darkness high above.  The scent of balsam sweetens the air and even the birds seem hushed in quiet reverence.</description>
    <description>Along its way down the gentle slope, the stream widens into quiet pools as if for some sylvan ritual.  It curves to the southwest, gliding through a forest cathedral dappled with beams of light lancing from the forest crown high above.  The scent of balsam sweetens the air, and even the birds seem hushed in quiet reverence.</description>
    <position x="220" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="167" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="169" />
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  <node id="169" name="Fala Inisharon, Upper Slopes">
    <description>From the northeast the stream eases its way down a shallow valley.  Here and there along its banks a willow or a birch overhangs the edge.  What looks like a reddish stone near one tree proves to be a rusty bascinet.  To the southwest the ground levels again, and the trees look smaller and less imposing.</description>
    <position x="200" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="168" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="170" />
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  <node id="170" name="Fala Inisharon, Upper Slopes">
    <description>A shelf of rock rises from the soil, angling the brook sharply northeast and northwest.  In the pond below the shelf, a small turtle catches flies and contemplates whatever turtles ponder.</description>
    <position x="180" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="169" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="171" />
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  <node id="171" name="Fala Inisharon, Upper Slopes" color="#008000">
    <description>A mixed wood covers the hillside -- fragrant hemlocks and an occasional slash pine stand on the higher ground and broader-leafed, moisture-loving trees in the lower areas.  The stream meanders around hillocks, sending an exploring arm bubbling into side channels here and there, descending the slope to the south and west.  The path mostly hugs the firmer ground but sometimes crosses a softer, wetter patch.</description>
    <position x="160" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="170" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="172" />
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  <node id="172" name="Fala Inisharon, Upper Slopes" color="#008000">
    <description>The ground slopes and the stream ripples down a gentle decline, twisting and turning with the lay of the land.  Fewer firs and oaks rise from the moist soil, and more willows and river birches droop slender branches along the path.  The tangy scent of evergreen sap, strong on the steeper slopes to the east, is fainter here.</description>
    <position x="140" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="171" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="173" />
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  <node id="173" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes" color="#008000">
    <description>Appearing and disappearing, the stream splits and breaks into pools and puddles.  Small rivulets run off right and left, half of them seeping into the forest mulch.  The fallen leaves are wet and slippery underfoot.</description>
    <position x="120" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="172" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="175" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="174" />
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  <node id="174" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes">
    <description>A sharp rise in the forest floor allows a good view despite the dense vegetation: to the east the forests rise, and to the west a vast land lies shrouded in blue mist.  In the distance to the north, though it's difficult to make out through the trees, looms a large outcropping of rock, its peak thrust high above the thick forest.</description>
    <position x="100" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="173" />
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  <node id="175" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes" color="#008000">
    <description>The path is dim beneath the thick cover overhead, and dimmed further by mist drifting from occasional low-lying patches of ground.  Where the path crosses these dips, the moist earth slightly gives way underfoot.  The drone of mosquitoes has replaced the humming of wild honeybees, and the air feels warm and humid.</description>
    <position x="100" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="173" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="187" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="176" />
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  <node id="176" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes">
    <description>Signs of wildlife are everywhere: squirrels scamper in a stunted elm, rabbit warrens hide in its roots, and the trails of small game lead off into the brush around it.  To the west stands a low knoll that offers a way around the bottoms to the southwest and an escape from the clinging mud.</description>
    <position x="80" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="175" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="177" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb elm" destination="188" />
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  <node id="177" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes">
    <description>At the top of a firm, dry knoll, a curious oak with twin trunks rises high into the air.  Its high, dense crown has held down the undergrowth and allows a view to the west of what looks like an upthrust cliff.  The cliff itself is hard to distinguish from the surrounding vegetation because of its own thick covering.</description>
    <position x="60" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="176" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="178" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb oak" destination="189" />
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  <node id="178" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes">
    <description>Over the years, water has soaked a deep depression between the hills, making every step a chore.  In the dark water, a silvery cypress tree stands like a monarch, scores of roots and knees anchoring it, its limbs covered with moss and vines, reaching up toward the trees on the surrounding hillsides.</description>
    <position x="40" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="177" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="179" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cypress" destination="193" />
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  <node id="179" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes">
    <description>A massive cypress grows on a slight rise just above the waterline.  Its upper branches form a second storey high above the forest floor.  Occasionally something stirs in the canopy above, sometimes raining a shower of leaves and twigs, but nothing ever seems to show its face.</description>
    <position x="20" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="178" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="180" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cypress" destination="198" />
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  <node id="180" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes">
    <description>One of the younger cypress trees stands near the bottom of a slight rise of the land, small only by comparison with the giants to the east, yet one of the few that doesn't seem wrapped in vines.  Still, the lower branches are within reach, and it looks climbable.</description>
    <position x="0" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="179" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="181" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cypress" destination="201" />
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  <node id="181" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes" color="#008000">
    <description>The sound of water splashing comes from the northwest.  A stream curves out from around the base of the outcropping of rock, heading south toward the marsh.  Here at its base, where the cliff looms high overhead, the trees are noticeably thinner than the bigger ones to the northeast.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="180" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="183" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="182" />
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  <node id="182" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes">
    <description>A good hundred feet up, a small stream of water spills over the edge of the cliff.  It has worn a slippery channel down the slope, but the channel looks far too slick and steep to climb.  The run-off gathers in pools along the path before seeping into the surrounding bog.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="181" />
  </node>
  <node id="183" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes">
    <description>On the border between the forest giants and lesser trees, water trickles along the ground in innumerable ribbons, heading generally south.  The path is nearly mud, and walking is difficult as it winds among the bushes and vines that swarm up the face of the outcrop.  And the mosquitoes are especially hungry.</description>
    <position x="0" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="184" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="181" />
  </node>
  <node id="184" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes">
    <description>The path has become a yielding muck, hampering movement but not greatly slowing it.  Swarms of the tiny black flies that breed in the marsh are more numerous, almost everywhere, and they all seem to be just at eye-level.  Still lower ground lies through a thicket to the southwest.</description>
    <position x="20" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="185" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="183" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go thicket" destination="205" />
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  <node id="185" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes">
    <description>To the west looms a great outcropping of rock, tinted green and grey with moss.  Great trees rise in all other directions but southwest.  On that side, the ground slopes down to a wet, marshy bog, out of which comes a din of frogs croaking and insects buzzing.</description>
    <position x="40" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="186" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="184" />
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  <node id="186" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes" color="#008000">
    <description>A curious mixture of trees and undergrowth lines the trail: where the path rises, the ground is a bit firmer and drier, with oaks predominating.  But in the hollows, the going is slower, the earth damp and yielding, and alder and willow saplings thrive.  To the south and west, the land is lower still.</description>
    <position x="60" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="187" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="185" />
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  <node id="187" name="Fala Inisharon, Lower Slopes">
    <description>A fallen log lies across the path, sunk half-way in the moist ground.  Moss covers its trunk, softening the outlines, and its upper branches are coated with a hard, white fungus.  A puddle has collected on the eastern, upslope side of the trunk.</description>
    <position x="80" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="175" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="186" />
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  <node id="188" name="Fala Inisharon, The Stunted Elm" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Not many elms populate the forest.  This one must have been a volunteer sprung from a seed carried by a far-flying bird.  It hasn't thrived in its setting, short on water and sunlight, and the vines trailing from the taller trees add yet another obstacle.</description>
    <position x="80" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb elm" destination="176" />
  </node>
  <node id="189" name="Fala Inisharon, The Twin Oak" note="Twin Oak" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The two trunks of the oak are so close together that from a distance they appear to be one.  Their branches are flourishing, and several of the larger limbs seem almost trunk-like themselves.  They fork into something very close to a natural lair for the small -- and the larger -- predators of the forest.</description>
    <position x="40" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="191" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="190" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="192" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb oak" destination="177" />
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  <node id="190" name="Fala Inisharon, The Twin Oak" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Here and there on the bark of the limb are little tufts of grey fur, the kind that a cat might leave behind if it was lying on its back scratching an itch.  The main difference is that the hairs are twice as long as any cat's, and the tufts cover a wide surface.  The trunk also shows deep scores, as if it had been used as a scratching post by impressive claws.</description>
    <position x="60" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="189" />
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  <node id="191" name="Fala Inisharon, The Twin Oak" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>This limb of the oak hangs high above a little stream that winds its way down the hillside.  The splash of the water is pleasant, and a dip might be refreshing, but the stream is obviously shallow, and no convenient vines allow an easy or safe descent.</description>
    <position x="60" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="189" />
  </node>
  <node id="192" name="Fala Inisharon, The Twin Oak" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The tree has been lavish with its seed, and acorns and acorn caps litter the boughs.  Its resident red squirrels are especially sleek and sassy, springing from branch to branch in a world where food is abundant, shelter is free, and life is easy.</description>
    <position x="20" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="189" />
  </node>
  <node id="193" name="Fala Inisharon, The Silvery Cypress" note="Silvery Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Broad branches in many directions make a firm floor underfoot.  Shapes and shadows waver and change in the darkness.  Sheets of silvery moss billow and ripple, like tent walls pierced with windows of curious shapes.  A dwarf seems to be peering through one of those windows to the northeast.</description>
    <description>Broad branches in many directions make a firm floor underfoot.  Light filtering down through the leaves lends a color of enchantment, annihilating all that's made into a green thought in a green shade.  Sheets of silvery moss billow and ripple, like tent walls pierced with windows of curious shapes.  A dwarf seems to be peering through one of those windows to the northeast.</description>
    <position x="20" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="194" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="195" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="197" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cypress" destination="178" />
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  <node id="194" name="Fala Inisharon, The Silvery Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Nature's mischievous hand has left its mark at the joint of two big branches: the wrinkles in the bark bear a striking resemblance to a Dwarven face.  No sculptor could have bettered the swellings that form the beetling brows and the bulbous nose, complete with wart.  A fold supplies a broad smile, and the greenish moss provides a luxuriant beard.</description>
    <position x="40" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="193" />
  </node>
  <node id="195" name="Fala Inisharon, The Silvery Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The branch takes a sharp, sudden bend, possibly in a direction set when the tree was young, and the limb grew toward a patch of sunlight.  The obscuring moss partly masks the turn, and an unwary traveller risks a dangerous fall.</description>
    <position x="40" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="196" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="193" />
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  <node id="196" name="Fala Inisharon, The Silvery Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The pleasant scent of living cypress wood is overlaid by a heavier, spicy aroma, possibly the silver-shaded moss that covers this tree alone of those that stand on the slope.  Vines weave in and out of the moss, connecting the branches of neighboring trees in a complicated network.  Judging from scuff marks on the boughs, some of the vines are routes as well marked as the paths on the ground below.</description>
    <position x="60" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="195" />
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  <node id="197" name="Fala Inisharon, The Silvery Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Through some odd effect of the tangle of vines or the lay of the land, the whisper of the wind is louder here, and every sparrow's chirp and mosquito's buzz is ten times magnified.  Through the maze of creepers and moss, the outline of a huge cypress can be seen to the west, and some of the vines close at hand disappear into its upper branches.</description>
    <position x="0" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="193" />
  </node>
  <node id="198" name="Fala Inisharon, A Massive Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The cypress stands regally among its fellows, its girth and height showing its victories in the slow, unceasing forest battles with weather and rivals.  Here a storm has broken a branch, there a vine has strangled a limb, but the cypress has overcome them all, and stretches its crown above the knoll it rules.</description>
    <position x="0" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="199" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cypress" destination="179" />
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  <node id="199" name="Fala Inisharon, A Massive Cypress" note="Massive Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>This perch on a wide limb of the cypress stands well above the leafy canopy, and commands a panoramic view.  The thick forest rolls upslope to the higher ground to the east and descends steeply to a swamp in the south.  In the west, a steep spur of rock hides the river from view.  A supple vine close at hand trails over to a silvery cypress.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="198" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="200" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go opening" destination="204" />
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  <node id="200" name="Fala Inisharon, A Massive Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Pink flowers with a cloud of feathery petals dot the end of the branch, a startling sight on a cypress.  A closer look shows that the flowers only appear to be sprouting from the limb: they are blossoming on a dark green vine swooping down to a smaller, younger cypress.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="199" />
  </node>
  <node id="201" name="Fala Inisharon, The Young Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>High above the knees of the cypress, a wide limb offers firm footing to the creatures who spend most of their lives among its leaves.  They are born, hunt, mate, and die in this green world above the forest floor.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="202" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cypress" destination="180" />
  </node>
  <node id="202" name="Fala Inisharon, The Young Cypress" note="Young Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The wide limb spreads its branches to either side, moss cascading in grey-green strands to left and right.  A world of birds and beetles, caracals, squirrels and snakes -- a whole aerial menagerie -- whistles, growls, chitters, and hisses a welcome.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="203" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="201" />
  </node>
  <node id="203" name="Fala Inisharon, The Young Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The limb of the cypress tapers, and with each step it flexes underfoot.  This aerial path is clearly at an end, but a cluster of vines from nearby trees entangles the end of the bough like a weaver's nightmare.  One sturdy vine in particular drapes over from a massive cypress.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="202" />
  </node>
  <node id="204" name="A Massive Cypress, A Leafy Hut" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Someone has built a shelter from the elements against the trunk of the cypress.  Leafy branches have been skillfully woven into the limbs of the tree to make walls and a roof, as snug a room as one might wish.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go opening" destination="199" />
  </node>
  <node id="205" name="Fala Inisharon, The Bog Wallows" color="#008000">
    <description>A grove of cypress trees of all sizes spreads in all directions, rooted in the soft, wet bog.  Insects hum and buzz, bubbles rise from the ooze and pop with every step, and unfamiliar cries of birds or animals sound on all sides.  A bramble thicket on a slight rise running northeast to west, or possibly an opening in the trees to the southeast, looks like the only chance of dry, firm footing.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="206" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="216" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go thicket" destination="184" />
  </node>
  <node id="206" name="Fala Inisharon, The Bog Wallows" color="#008000">
    <description>A game trail, a path for something between the size of a badger and a deer, struggles through a patch of dense underbrush.  The path is wide and well-trampled, but to each side, saplings as thick as an arm have been broken off and scored with deep gouges.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="207" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="205" />
  </node>
  <node id="207" name="Fala Inisharon, The Bog Wallows" color="#008000">
    <description>A fair-sized clearing allows a view of the night sky.  One of the giant cypresses has fallen, pulling its neighboring trees down with it, and the tangled remains of broken trunks and shattered limbs are slowly sinking into the mire.  Spindly saplings sprout in the gaping hole, waiting for the sun to rise again.</description>
    <description>A fair-sized clearing allows the light to reach this one small part of the bog.  One of the giant cypresses has fallen, pulling its neighboring trees down with it, and the tangled remains of broken trunks and shattered limbs are slowly sinking into the mire.  Spindly saplings sprout in the gaping hole and struggle to capture the precious sunlight.</description>
    <position x="0" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="208" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="206" />
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  <node id="208" name="Fala Inisharon, The Bog Wallows" color="#808080">
    <description>A gnarled cypress, bent into a wooden parody of a giant bowed under a heavy burden, stands in the muddy soil.  The tree even bears something that resembles a wound: a gash has been ripped into the bark along one side.  Beyond it to the west is a large pool of dirty brown water, home to who knows what kind of creatures.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="207" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="209" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cypress" destination="217" />
  </node>
  <node id="209" name="Fala Inisharon, The Bog Wallows" color="#808080">
    <description>Scum-covered waters swirl around a moss-shrouded cypress standing in a murky brown pool.  Unknown and unseen inhabitants lurking below the surface stir the water, from which an everpresent fog slowly twists and dances despite the deathly still air.  Rumors say the fog holds the spirits of the fallen, forever trapped in the mist.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="208" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="210" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cypress" destination="219" />
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  <node id="210" name="Fala Inisharon, The Bog Wallows" color="#808080">
    <description>The water deepens, making the footing even more uncertain in front of a large cypress tree slowly being strangled by greyish-green vines with big, plate-sized leaves.  The vines drape the tree like a shroud and will eventually pull it down, but for the creature that climbs the tree, they offer a secure handhold, almost as good as a ladder.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="209" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="211" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb vine" destination="223" />
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  <node id="211" name="Fala Inisharon, The Bog Wallows" color="#808080">
    <description>From the west comes the noise of rushing water -- no small stream, by the sound of it.  Here, in the midst of a thicket of alder and willow trees, the water is still and knee-deep in some places, but a path can be traced by stepping carefully across the roots of the trees.</description>
    <description>From the west comes the noise of rushing water -- no small stream, by the sound of it.  Here, in the midst of a thicket of alder and willow trees, the water is still and knee-deep in some places, but a path can be traced by stepping carefully across the roots of the trees.  A shaft of sunlight flashes a reflection from something at the base of a willow.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="210" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="212" />
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  <node id="212" name="Fala Inisharon, The Bog Wallows" color="#008000">
    <description>A thicket of alder surrounds a big willow tree, then stretches off to the east -- a pleasantly shady resting spot if the biting flies ever left the swamp.  Occasionally, the wind blows fresh air and the smell of life from across the Altanen, momentarily masking the reek of the bog.  A piece of cloth caught in some ravelthorn bushes flutters in the breeze, near a trail following the rising ground north along the river.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="300" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="213" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="211" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb willow" destination="229" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go log" destination="230" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go path" destination="265" />
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  <node id="213" name="Fala Inisharon, The Bog Wallows" color="#808080">
    <description>A rocky outcropping like a tilted tabletop stretches far to the north to a jagged peak jutting into the sky.  Through the ravelthorn bushes to the south and west comes the continuous roaring of the Altanen River.</description>
    <description>A rocky outcropping like a tilted tabletop stretches far to the north to a jagged peak jutting into the sky.  Through the ravelthorn bushes to the south and west comes the flash of sunbeams on the Altanen River.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="214" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="212" />
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  <node id="214" name="Fala Inisharon, The Bog Wallows" color="#808080">
    <description>On the crest of a slight rise a massive white oak towers into the sky, a stalwart sentinel.  The ground around the base of the tree is littered with empty acorn caps.  A few slender oak saplings find purchase here and stretch to the sky but are hard pressed to find sunlight in the shade of the behemoth above them.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="215" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="213" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb oak" destination="303" />
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  <node id="215" name="Fala Inisharon, The Bog Wallows" color="#808080">
    <description>The trail winds between the marsh and the rocky slopes of the Forlorn Hope -- the fabled mountain, Galduta Isharon, visible to the northwest through breaks in the tress.  The stench of decay hangs over the murky brown water lapping along the edge of the path.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="216" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="214" />
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  <node id="216" name="Fala Inisharon, The Bog Wallows" color="#808080">
    <description>The ground is soft underfoot, making a liquid sucking sound with every step.  A discarded boot, now a permanent resident, is lodged nearby, half submerged in the mire.  The surrounding woods are full of the buzz and chitter of insects, and every so often comes a rustling in the brush or something like a muffled footfall.</description>
    <description>The ground is soft underfoot, making a liquid sucking sound with every step.  A discarded boot, now a permanent resident, is lodged nearby, half submerged in the mire.  The surrounding woods are full of birdsong, and every so often comes a rustling in the brush or something like a muffled footfall.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="205" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="215" />
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  <node id="217" name="Fala Inisharon, The Stooping Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The sad state of the cypress is even more apparent up close.  The northern side of the trunk is marred by deep burns that have not yet healed.  The once well-proportioned tree is crouched over, as if protecting its remaining, life-giving limb.  Vines and mosses have slowly begun to cover the wounded cypress, taking advantage of its weakened state.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="218" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cypress" destination="208" />
  </node>
  <node id="218" name="Fala Inisharon, The Stooping Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The bark on the limb is well worn, as if it has been traversed frequently.  The mosses and vines are dense here, hampering sight, though an overgrown platform is visible further down the limb.</description>
    <position x="0" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="217" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go platform" destination="222" />
  </node>
  <node id="219" name="Fala Inisharon, The Mossy Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Within the folds of the mossy shrouds the air is deathly still.  Sheets of moss compete with tangled vines for purchase on the steady limbs of the cypress.  Despite the clinging companions, the great tree seems unhindered in its growth.  It stands straight and proud, keeping endless vigil over the things that dwell in the bog.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="220" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cypress" destination="209" />
  </node>
  <node id="220" name="Fala Inisharon, The Mossy Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A dark grey moss hangs from the branches above, making footing treacherous, and soaking the traveler who pushes through its clinging, soggy curtains.  Water drips down with a recurring 'plop' that adds to the cacophony of sounds.  A cool breeze from the east hints at a drier perch.  A weather-worn rope, nearly overgrown by the mosses, hangs from a branch higher up.</description>
    <description>A dark grey moss hangs from the branches above, making footing treacherous and soaking the traveler who pushes through its clinging, soggy curtains.  Water drips down with a recurring 'plop' that adds to the cacophony of sounds.  A warm glow from the east hints at a drier perch.  A weather-worn rope, nearly overgrown by the mosses, hangs from a branch higher up.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="221" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="219" />
    <arc exit="none" move="swing to west on vine" destination="224" />
  </node>
  <node id="221" name="Fala Inisharon, The Mossy Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>A dry branch snaps underfoot, and silence fills the air.  For a few moments not even the wind dares stir.  Slowly the croaks, moans, and sounds of the bog return.  A thin vine dangles here, reaching over from a stooping, worn-out cypress.</description>
    <description>Above, the sun shines brightly though a hole in the canopy, and the moss is dry and almost brittle.  A dry branch snaps underfoot, and silence fills the air.  For a few moments not even the wind dares stir.  Slowly the chatter and whistles of birds return.  A thin vine dangles here, reaching over from a stooping, worn-out cypress.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="220" />
    <arc exit="none" move="swing to southeast on vine" destination="222" />
  </node>
  <node id="222" name="Fala Inisharon, The Stooping Cypress" note="balloon|airship|Langenfirth|Therengia|P2" color="#FF00FF">
    <description>The ironwood platform has withstood the test of time.  Despite some loose and uneven planks, neither rot nor moss mars its surface.  Several scorched spots blacken the northern edges, and bent and broken arrows litter the surface.  A sinuous creeper snakes across from an adjacent cypress.</description>
    <position x="0" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go limb" destination="218" />
    <arc exit="none" move="swing to northwest on vine" destination="221" />
  </node>
  <node id="223" name="Fala Inisharon, The Vine-covered Cypress" note="Vine-covered Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Midway up the tree, large vines wind about the mighty cypress like ropes around a mast.  Two large limbs branch out like strong arms spread in welcome to the forest before them.  From the marsh below, invisible in the darkness, come the sounds of the forest night.</description>
    <description>Midway up the tree, big vines wind about the mighty cypress like ropes around a mast.  Two large limbs branch out like strong arms spread in welcome to the forest before them.  The marsh below is hidden by a sea of green leaves and fronds waving and glistening in the sunlight.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="224" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="227" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="228" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="225" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cypress" destination="210" />
  </node>
  <node id="224" name="Fala Inisharon, The Vine-covered Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Moonlight filters down through the canopy above, dappling with light and shadow a wide limb littered with twigs and leaves.  A small nest of sticks and moss nestles deep in a nearby crook.  Vines hang from above, draping from branch to branch in graceful, snakelike curves, some reaching to a neighboring cypress.</description>
    <description>Sunlight filters down through the canopy above, dappling with light and shadow a wide limb littered with twigs and leaves.  A small nest of sticks and moss nestles deep in a nearby crook.  Vines hang from above, draping from branch to branch in graceful, snakelike curves, some reaching to a neighboring cypress.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="223" />
    <arc exit="none" move="swing to east on vine" destination="220" />
  </node>
  <node id="225" name="Fala Inisharon, The Vine-covered Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The branch threads its way through a nightmare of green strands, almost like soft, searching tentacles.  While they offer no real resistance to movement, their leaves block the view of the way ahead.  They wave in every breeze, threatening to distract and fray nerves already burdened with constant watchfulness.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="223" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="226" />
  </node>
  <node id="226" name="Fala Inisharon, The Vine-covered Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Many of the creepers that hamper the view and confound the step trail down to the ground or are so caught in branches that they might almost be a web for a monstrous spider.  But something so menacing could hardly be possible.  One vine looks almost designed for swinging to a nearby willow.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="225" />
    <arc exit="none" move="swing to northwest on vine" destination="229" />
  </node>
  <node id="227" name="Fala Inisharon, The Vine-covered Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Peat and muck cake the limb, and the smell of decaying vegetation is thick.  A small clump of bog grass has taken root in the crook of the branch, a dwarfed flowering weed growing in its midst.  A yellow blossom is tightly closed and curled to keep out the chill night air.  It rocks back and forth in a gentle dance with the breeze.</description>
    <description>Peat and muck cake the limb, and the smell of decaying vegetation is thick.  A small clump of bog grass has taken root in the crook of the branch, a dwarfed flowering weed growing in its midst.  A single yellow blossom leans toward the few beams of sunlight that make their way through the upper canopy.  It rocks back and forth in a gentle dance with the breeze.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="223" />
  </node>
  <node id="228" name="Fala Inisharon, The Vine-covered Cypress" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The wide limb is all but invisible, completely wrapped in layer upon layer of twisting creepers.  Young green tendrils wreath around it, groping for a hold on the limb.  Strong vines cascade from above, reaching from tree to tree.  One of the larger vines nearby disappears into a big oak tree to the north.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="223" />
    <arc exit="none" move="swing to north on vine" destination="306" />
    <arc exit="none" move="swing to southeast on vine" destination="226" />
  </node>
  <node id="229" name="Fala Inisharon, A Big Willow Tree">
    <description>The willow, not nearly as tall as some of the giants around it, has some of its branches tangled in a mass of vines hanging from a nearby cypress.  One in particular looks like a way to get to the larger tree.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb willow" destination="212" />
  </node>
  <node id="230" name="Fala Inisharon, The River Bank">
    <description>Soft mud underfoot, not to mention the occasional ankle-deep pool, shows that the river is lower than usual.  But from the sound of flowing water, the Altanen is still wide and powerful.</description>
    <description>The water level in the Altanen has dropped, exposing a nearly flat strip of muddy bank.  To the west, a long streak of green is visible in the middle of the river, and there seems to be movement on it.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="231" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go log" destination="212" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go river" destination="234" />
  </node>
  <node id="231" name="Fala Inisharon, The River Bank">
    <description>A strip of muddy bank lies between the river and the face of the cliff to the east.  A narrow crevice splits the rock face at a steep angle, carrying a trickle of water down the mountainside.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="230" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="232" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go river" destination="235" />
  </node>
  <node id="232" name="Fala Inisharon, The River Bank">
    <description>The water in the Altanen ripples in the current and laps at the bank underfoot.  Frogs thrum a deep bass accompaniment to the chuckle of the river.</description>
    <description>The water in the Altanen ripples in the current and laps at the bank underfoot.  Watermarks on the rock face show that the river level has dropped a foot or more, exposing a low-lying island in mid-stream about a bowshot away.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="231" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="233" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go river" destination="245" />
  </node>
  <node id="233" name="Fala Inisharon, The River Bank">
    <description>A shoulder of the cliff looms up to the north as the mudbank comes to an end.  The sound of the river flowing past echoes from the near-vertical wall close at hand.</description>
    <description>The mudbank ends, closed off by a shoulder of the cliff.  The view across the arm of the river shows that the island, although low, is fairly long, extending a good half-league downstream.  Low vegetation covers it, some kind of grey-green scrub or grass.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="320" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="232" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go river" destination="246" />
  </node>
  <node id="234" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.  To the north looms the shadowy bulk of Galduta Isharon.</description>
    <description>To the north looms the cliff of Galduta Isharon to the east beyond the river bank, treetops rise above the mist.  A low island lies further west across the channel, an easy swim through the flowing water.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="238" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="swim southwest" destination="239" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="237" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="swim northwest" destination="235" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bank" destination="230" />
  </node>
  <node id="235" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.  To the east looms the shadowy bulk of Galduta Isharon.</description>
    <description>To the east looms the cliff of Galduta Isharon.  A streak, apparently a fissure in the rock, runs down its face to a narrow bank at the river's edge.  A low island lies further west across the channel, an easy swim through the flowing water.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="234" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="237" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="236" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="swim northwest" destination="245" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bank" destination="231" />
  </node>
  <node id="236" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.  To the east looms the shadowy bulk of Galduta Isharon.</description>
    <description>The water in the back channel flows southeast here, lapping at the shore of the low island, but smoother to the east toward the cliffs of Galduta Isharon.  Except for a covering of waist-high grasses, the island looks barren.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="swim north" destination="245" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="235" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="237" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="swim northwest" destination="247" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go island" destination="262" />
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  <node id="237" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.  To the north looms the shadowy bulk of Galduta Isharon.</description>
    <description>The shore of the island to the west lies close by, its bank receding to the northwest.  Exposed by the falling river level, it's covered with grass that looks to be waist-high on a Gor'Tog.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="swim north" destination="235" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="234" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="238" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="239" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="swim northwest" destination="236" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go island" destination="259" />
  </node>
  <node id="238" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.  To the north looms the shadowy bulk of Galduta Isharon.</description>
    <description>Swirling leaves and muddy streaks in the water show that a strong current pushes away from the swamp, apparently the outflow from the streams that feed it.  Easier water lies to the west toward the island.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="420" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="swim north" destination="234" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="239" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="swim northwest" destination="237" />
  </node>
  <node id="239" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.  To the north looms the shadowy bulk of Galduta Isharon.</description>
    <description>The shore of the island to the west lies close by, its bank receding to the southwest.  Its appearance is much like that of the swamp across the river to the east, except for an absence of trees.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="420" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="swim north" destination="237" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="swim northeast" destination="234" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="238" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="swim southwest" destination="240" />
    <arc exit="go" move="swim go island" destination="257" />
  </node>
  <node id="240" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.</description>
    <description>The shore of the island to the west lies close by, its low bank presenting no obstacle.  A bird circles overhead now and then, too high up to identify, but it might be a vulture.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="swim northeast" destination="239" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="241" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go island" destination="252" />
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  <node id="241" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.</description>
    <description>The shore of the island to the west lies close by, but its bank looks undercut and higher than it is to the north.  The view to the east is obscured, with only the tops of the taller trees rising above the mist.</description>
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    <arc exit="north" move="swim north" destination="240" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="swim southwest" destination="242" />
  </node>
  <node id="242" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.</description>
    <description>The shore of the island to the west lies close by, but its steep, high bank makes reaching it impossible.  The view to the east is obscured, with only the tops of the taller trees rising above the mist.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="500" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="swim northeast" destination="241" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="swim southwest" destination="243" />
  </node>
  <node id="243" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.</description>
    <description>The two arms of the river join where it broadens at the south end of the island.  To the northwest, the turbulent rapids spill their water into the confluence, slowing dramatically in a cloud of spray.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="520" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="swim northeast" destination="242" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="swim northwest" destination="244" />
  </node>
  <node id="244" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The air is so drenched with foaming spray, it's hard to tell where the water ends and the air begins.  Confused currents push in every direction, and roaring fills the darkness, as if the elements battled for supremacy.</description>
    <description>The water surges first in one direction then in another, bouncing around, between, and sometimes over the rocks that were once below the surface of the river.  The current races along, sweeping past the banks on either side.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="swim northeast" destination="251" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="243" />
  </node>
  <node id="245" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.  To the east looms the shadowy bulk of Galduta Isharon.</description>
    <description>To the east looms the cliff of Galduta Isharon, a narrow river bank at its base.  An island lies further west, an easy swim through the flowing water.  To the southeast, the trees of the Bog Wallows rise above the edge of the swamp.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="235" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="236" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="247" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="swim northwest" destination="246" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bank" destination="232" />
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  <node id="246" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.  To the east looms the shadowy bulk of Galduta Isharon.</description>
    <description>Toward the south across this arm of the river, a low scrub-covered island rises, dividing the river's flow.  The swift current sends up feathers of spray where it hits the island, but the water in this back-channel is slower and smoother.  To the east, a muddy strip of land lies at the foot of Galduta Isharon.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="245" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="247" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="248" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go bank" destination="233" />
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  <node id="247" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The chilly water swirls this way and that, its currents moving in the dark river without apparent purpose.  To the east looms the shadowy bulk of Galduta Isharon.</description>
    <description>The water in the back channel flows southeast here, lapping at the shore of the low island, but smoother to the east toward the cliffs of Galduta Isharon.  Except for a covering of waist-high grasses, the island looks barren.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="swim north" destination="246" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="245" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="236" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go island" destination="263" />
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  <node id="248" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The air is so drenched with foaming spray, it's hard to tell where the water ends and the air begins.  Confused currents push in every direction, and roaring fills the darkness, as if the elements battled for supremacy.</description>
    <description>As the flow of the broad river parts around the island, this western arm forces its way between and over clusters of rocks, barely above the surface.  The water races through the narrow channels, its speed and power increasing at every constriction.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="340" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="246" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="swim southwest" destination="249" />
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  <node id="249" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The air is so drenched with foaming spray, it's hard to tell where the water ends and the air begins.  Confused currents push in every direction, and roaring fills the darkness, as if the elements battled for supremacy.</description>
    <description>The water surges first in one direction then in another, bouncing around, between, and sometimes over the rocks that were once below the surface of the river.  The current races along, sweeping past the banks on either side.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="swim northeast" destination="248" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="250" />
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  <node id="250" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The air is so drenched with foaming spray, it's hard to tell where the water ends and the air begins.  Confused currents push in every direction, and roaring fills the darkness, as if the elements battled for supremacy.</description>
    <description>The water surges first in one direction then in another, bouncing around, between, and sometimes over the rocks that were once below the surface of the river.  The current races along, sweeping past the banks on either side.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="swim north" destination="249" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="251" />
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  <node id="251" name="Fala Inisharon, The Altanen River" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The air is so drenched with foaming spray, it's hard to tell where the water ends and the air begins.  Confused currents push in every direction, and roaring fills the darkness, as if the elements battled for supremacy.</description>
    <description>The water surges first in one direction then in another, bouncing around, between, and sometimes over the rocks that were once below the surface of the river.  The current races along, sweeping past the banks on either side.</description>
    <position x="-360" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="swim southwest" destination="244" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="swim northwest" destination="250" />
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  <node id="252" name="The Altanen River, The Island">
    <description>The roar of the rapids and the wall of mist above it lend a strange boundary to the west.  The buzz of a mosquito or the croak of a frog punctuates the background noise.</description>
    <description>A narrow neck of the island curves north to southwest, covered with high grass.  The rapids must be close, judging by their noise, but the quieter channel to the east shows through breaks in the grass, with places where it would be possible to get into the river.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="460" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="254" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="253" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go river" destination="240" />
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  <node id="253" name="The Altanen River, The Island">
    <description>Spray from the obstructed river casts a damp smell over the island.  The churning rapids to the west drown out all sound of movement through the high grasses that have sprung up to cover the island's muddy surface.</description>
    <description>To the south from this spit of land, the Altanen has a strange appearance: a band of muddy water along the western shore, a clearer blue one along the eastern side, slowly blending as the river winds into parts unknown.  Its two arms join here, holding the low, grassy island that stretches to the north.  From here it could almost be a meadow or a pasture.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="480" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="252" />
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  <node id="254" name="The Altanen River, The Island">
    <description>The roar of the rapids and the wall of mist above it lend a strange boundary to the west.  The buzz of a mosquito or the croak of a frog punctuates the background noise.</description>
    <description>To the north, the island expands into a field of waving grasses, but to the south it shrinks to a narrow spit of land, barely above the surface of the water.  A bowshot to east or west would reach the river, but the roaring rapids to the west show there's no escape in that direction.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="255" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="252" />
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  <node id="255" name="The Altanen River, The Island">
    <description>A faint smell of decaying vegetation -- or perhaps a fish stranded when the waters dropped -- touches the air.  Swarms of insects have found a home on the island, although what they feed on is a puzzle, unless it's each other, or maybe whatever makes that snuffling sound heard now and then.</description>
    <description>Grass extends in all directions.  From here, it's easy to forget that this is an island in the middle of a great river.  It looks like one could walk across this wild meadow to the trees distant in the east.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="420" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="256" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="259" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="257" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="254" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="258" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="260" />
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  <node id="256" name="The Altanen River, The Island">
    <description>A faint smell of decaying vegetation -- or perhaps a fish stranded when the waters dropped -- touches the air.  Swarms of insects have found a home on the island, although what they feed on is a puzzle, unless it's each other, or maybe whatever makes that snuffling sound heard now and then.</description>
    <description>Grass extends in all directions.  From here, it's easy to forget that this is an island in the middle of a great river.  It looks like one could walk across this wild meadow to the trees distant in the east.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="400" z="0" />
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    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="259" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="257" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="255" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="258" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="260" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="261" />
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  <node id="257" name="The Altanen River, The Island">
    <description>Insects drone in the dark, prey to the bat or night-flying bird whose passage is revealed by the beat of a wing.  The soft splashes in the river to the east suggest that the fish are feeding too.</description>
    <description>The animal runs in the grass, if that's what they are, cross and mingle with a bewildering complexity.  An occasional waving of the grass in a purposeful direction hints that something else inhabits the island.  Across the channel to east, the tops of trees rise above the mist from the river.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="420" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="259" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="255" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="256" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go river" destination="239" />
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  <node id="258" name="The Altanen River, The Island">
    <description>It's hard to see much more than the clumps of grass, like huddled figures in the darkness.  The splash of the rapids to the west masks all sounds.</description>
    <description>The animal runs in the grass, if that's what they are, cross and mingle with a bewildering complexity.  Taller patches here and there confuse the view as they wave in the wind and the drifting, blurring spray from the rapids to the west.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="420" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="260" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="256" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="255" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go shelter" destination="264" />
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  <node id="259" name="The Altanen River, The Island">
    <description>Insects drone in the dark, prey to the bat or night-flying bird whose passage is revealed by the beat of a wing.  The soft splashes in the river to the east suggest that the fish are feeding too.</description>
    <description>The animal runs in the grass, if that's what they are, cross and mingle with a bewildering complexity.  An occasional waving of the grass in a purposeful direction hints that something else inhabits the island.  Across the channel to east, the tops of trees rise above the mist from the river.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="257" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="255" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="256" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="262" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go river" destination="237" />
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  <node id="260" name="The Altanen River, The Island">
    <description>It's hard to see much more than the clumps of grass, like huddled figures in the darkness.  The splash of the rapids to the west masks all sounds.</description>
    <description>The animal runs in the grass, if that's what they are, cross and mingle with a bewildering complexity.  Taller patches here and there confuse the view as they wave in the wind and the drifting, blurring spray from the rapids to the west.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="400" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="261" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="262" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="256" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="255" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="258" />
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  <node id="261" name="The Altanen River, The Island">
    <description>The roar of the rapids and the wall of mist above it lend a strange boundary to the west.  The buzz of a mosquito or the croak of a frog punctuates the background noise.</description>
    <description>To the north, the island narrows to a point, but to the south it broadens until it almost looks like a meadow covered with waving grasses.  The grass is beaten down in a few places, possibly animal trails.  The rapids to the west cloud the air with spray, making it hard to see what lies beyond them.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="263" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="262" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="256" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="260" />
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  <node id="262" name="The Altanen River, The Island">
    <description>Insects drone in the dark, prey to the bat or night-flying bird whose passage is revealed by the beat of a wing.  The soft splashes in the river to the east suggest that the fish are feeding too.</description>
    <description>The animal runs in the grass, if that's what they are, cross and mingle with a bewildering complexity.  An occasional waving of the grass in a purposeful direction hints that something else inhabits the island.  Across the channel to east, the tops of trees rise above the mist from the river.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="259" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="256" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="260" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="261" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="263" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go river" destination="236" />
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  <node id="263" name="The Altanen River, The Island">
    <description>Spray from the obstructed river casts a damp smell over the island.  The churning rapids to the west drown out all sound of movement through the high grasses that have sprung up to cover the island's muddy surface.</description>
    <description>A long, low island stretches to the south, dividing the river in two.  The eastern channel must be deeper, for its water is relatively smooth and unruffled, but in the western arm the lowering of the river has uncovered jagged rocks, and the water foams and races between them with a loud roar.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="360" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="262" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="261" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go river" destination="247" />
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  <node id="264" name="The Island, A Hunter's Shelter" note="Shelter" color="#C0C0C0">
    <description>Some thoughtful soul has dragged driftwood into a crude shelter and stuffed the larger holes with weeds.  How well it keeps out the rain is anyone's guess, but it offers more protection than anywhere else on the island.</description>
    <position x="-340" y="440" z="0" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="258" />
  </node>
  <node id="265" name="Galduta Isharon, The Outcropping">
    <description>A barren, rocky clearing slopes slightly up to the north.  On lower ground to the south, a heavy thicket of ravelthorns blocks the way, broken only by a few faint game trails.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="280" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="212" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="266" />
  </node>
  <node id="266" name="Galduta Isharon, The Outcropping">
    <description>On the high side of a steep ditch, the ground rises almost to the tops of the trees in the bog below.  Cypress branches and tangled vines conceal the view to the south, but to the west, the way seems clearer.  Already the air feels drier and cooler.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="267" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="265" />
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  <node id="267" name="Galduta Isharon, The Outcropping">
    <description>The view to the north shows a rising field of broken rock, a jumble of odd shapes and strange conjunctions.  In one place, the path skirts boulders that look for all the world like trolls.  In another, it avoids the smaller rubble scattered at toe-stubbing, ankle-twisting, and shin-barking heights.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="268" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="266" />
  </node>
  <node id="268" name="Galduta Isharon, The Outcropping">
    <description>The trail swings through a half-turn as it threads its way among the sharp, loose stones.  A few ravelthorn bushes spring up in the soil collected on the high side of the larger stones, but for the most part, the slope is barren of plant life, left to the wind and the rain.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="267" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="269" />
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  <node id="269" name="Galduta Isharon, The Outcropping">
    <description>The trail stands at the last switch-back in its steady mounting of the hillside.  Red and brown stones from the size of pebbles to cottages cover the ground, and the trail cuts back and forth between the largest of them like the path of a bouncing ball.  Each Spring rain must change the path as the smaller stones wash southward to the bog.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="270" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="268" />
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  <node id="270" name="Galduta Isharon, The Outcropping">
    <description>The rock, sloping gently to the south, suddenly rises high above the treetops.  A massive ridge looms against the northern sky, its front like the prow of a gigantic ship cresting the green billows of the forest.  A side-trail leads off to the northeast, passing along the foot of the ridge.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="271" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="269" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="272" />
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  <node id="271" name="Galduta Isharon, The Outcropping">
    <description>The path ends at a sheer face of rock with a small pool at its base.  Water from a chimney in the rock face has worn a shallow basin in the ledge, and it spills over the side, trickling down a mossy channel that drops to the ground far below.  The chimney looks like it leads to higher ground above, but might be a tough climb.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="270" />
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  <node id="272" name="Galduta Isharon, The Outcropping">
    <description>A ledge hardly the width of a loaded camel ascends the west side of the rock outcropping.  The fall to the river is abrupt, down a steep cliff with exposed strata of red and brown rock.  On the other side of the ledge, the shoulder of the rock rises high overhead, hiding the view to the north, but to the south a marshy swamp lies in the mists.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="270" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="273" />
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  <node id="273" name="Galduta Isharon, The West Face">
    <description>The narrow ledge, barely wide enough for two people to stand side-by-side, works its way along the cliff side.  Steps cut from the rock help the traveller surmount the steeper parts of the trail.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="272" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="274" />
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  <node id="274" name="Galduta Isharon, The West Face">
    <description>The trail runs through a narrow valley cut in the outcrop like a gash in its rocky skin.  A grudging concession by the rugged outcropping, the trail winds its narrow route deep-set among boulders that limit sight to a few feet.  A passage branches off to the northeast.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="275" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="273" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="277" />
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  <node id="275" name="Galduta Isharon, The Outcropping" note="Boulder" color="#C0C0C0">
    <description>Over the millennia, the outcropping has bowed to its only master, nature: the wind has filled cracks in the rock with bits of silt and mulch from the bogs.  The result is a mottled harmony of bare granite and scrub brush determined to seize life on the barren rocks.  The only flaw in this example of nature's irrestible will is a patch of rusty soil at the base of one boulder, as if over the ages the elements, angry at the affront, had ground something metal under vengeful feet.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="276" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="274" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go fracture" destination="352" />
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  <node id="276" name="Galduta Isharon, The Outcropping">
    <description>Water trickles down the face of the rocky slope from above, a soothing balm on the dry outcrop.  A small lip of rock leans out over the lower elevation to the east, allowing at least a dim view downwards to dark bogs occasionally lit by a pale glow.  Bits of rotting leather and pockmarked stones half buried in the thin soil show that others have done a fair amount of watching here as well.</description>
    <description>Water trickles down the face of the rocky slope from above, a soothing balm on the dry outcrop.  A small lip of rock leans out over the lower elevation to the east, allowing a sheltered view of the lower outcropping and bogs below.  Bits of rotting leather and pockmarked stones half-buried in the thin soil show that others have done a fair amount of watching here as well.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="275" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="285" />
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  <node id="277" name="Galduta Isharon, The West Face">
    <description>The view north looks like nature's chaotic side was inspired to rend the bedrock itself, heaving the land up, gradually at first but culminating in a towering height hundreds of feet in the air.  Like a serpent attacking the feet of a giant, the river to the west rages over rapids, pounding against the rock in an angry competition between the two elements.</description>
    <description>The view north looks like nature's chaotic side was inspired to rend the bedrock itself, heaving the land up, gradually at first but culminating in a towering height hundreds of feet in the air.  Like a serpent attacking the feet of a giant, the river to the west rages over rapids, pounding against the rock in an angry competition between the two elements.  Along the rapids, shadows collect in hollows that mark the river's slow victory in the struggle between water and earth.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="278" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="274" />
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  <node id="278" name="Galduta Isharon, The West Face">
    <description>The ledge must be above the river -- far above, to judge by the sound.  The ground slopes down to the west, and on the ledge itself, massive boulders define a trail that rises to the north and east.  Far to the north, a shadow darker than night juts high into the air.</description>
    <description>Part of the edge of the path has fallen away, and a broken slope leads down to the west.  On what remains of the ledge, massive boulders define a trail that rises to the north and east.  Far to the north is the summit of the outcropping, a sharp peak dominating the rugged landscape.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="277" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="279" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="280" />
  </node>
  <node id="279" name="The West Face, A Broken Slope">
    <description>The slope ends sharply, jutting out at a dizzying height above the river.  The debris from the rockslide clutters the area except where it has fallen down a narrow channel, carved into the face of the rock, that allows a switchbacked route toward the river below.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="278" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb down" destination="419" />
  </node>
  <node id="280" name="Galduta Isharon, The West Face" note="Favors|Kuniyo|altar|shrine" color="#A6A3D9">
    <description>The broader expanse of rock to the southwest tilts and sharpens to the north, as if the outcropping itself resisted further efforts to scale its imposing face.  It must have taken persevering labor to forge the narrow path that struggles the north and south route.  A roughly carved niche in the eastern face of the rocky wall offers more evidence that the path was the work of hands, not nature.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="up" move="up" destination="281" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="278" />
  </node>
  <node id="281" name="Galduta Isharon, The West Face">
    <description>The narrow path skirts the edge of the rocky outcropping, ending in a sharp peak rising black against the night sky to the northeast.  The trail blends into the face of the rock like a scar from a long forgotten wound.  Along the western edge of the trail, a patchwork of lichens and stubborn mosses, some glowing with a pale phosphorescence, drinks in the moisture rising from the river far below.</description>
    <description>The narrow path skirts the edge of the rocky outcropping, ending in a sharp peak to the northeast.  The trail blends into the face of the rock like a scar from a long forgotten wound.  Along the western edge of the trail, a patchwork of lichens and stubborn mosses drinks in the moisture rising from the river far below.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="282" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="280" />
  </node>
  <node id="282" name="Galduta Isharon, A Narrow Ledge">
    <description>The main outcropping divides spectacularly as the land rises to a peak like a huge spike driven into the earth between the rugged outcrop to the southeast and a black line to the southwest, from where rises the sound of raging water far below.  A dimly seen small ledge to the north seems almost an afterthought compared to this rocky finger pointing defiantly at the heavens.</description>
    <description>The main outcropping divides spectacularly as the land rises to a peak like a huge spike driven into the earth between the rugged outcrop to the southeast and the cliff edge to the southwest.  A small ledge to the north seems almost an afterthought compared to this rocky finger pointing defiantly at the heavens.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="283" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="284" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="281" />
  </node>
  <node id="283" name="Galduta Isharon, A Narrow Ledge">
    <description>A small ledge here clings desperately to the main outcropping, overlooking a vast dark emptiness.  A step onto the ledge dislodges small bits of scree that skid across and down to fall in silence into the darkness -- the ledge is fighting a losing battle against weather and time.  From far below in the silence comes the barest sound of water roiling and churning.</description>
    <description>A small ledge clings desperately to the main outcropping, overlooking a dangerously entrancing vista hundreds of feet below.  A step onto the ledge dislodges bits of scree that skid across and down to fall in silence into the roiling waters of the river -- the ledge is fighting a losing battle against weather and time.  Beyond the churning waters lies the far side of the river: a vast, barren expanse empty of signs of habitation.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="282" />
  </node>
  <node id="284" name="Galduta Isharon, The East Face">
    <description>The trail levels out slightly, as if gathering energy before rising toward the pinnacle of the outcropping to the northwest.  Empty roosts are scattered among the crags, many of them with broken eggshells.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="285" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="282" />
  </node>
  <node id="285" name="Galduta Isharon, The East Face" note="ZZZ TEST POOL ZZZ">
    <description>Midway up the face of the outcropping, a cleft in the stone provides shelter from the wind howling unchecked across the face of the mountain.  Water from a small spring bubbles into a pool at the back of the cleft and trickles down the slope.  Next to the pool is a crude firepit whose ashes suggest recent use.  Charred bones lie strewn about the outer edge of the cleft, away from some flattened indentations in the rough ground circling the firepit.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="284" />
    <arc exit="down" move="down" destination="276" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rocky trail" destination="286" />
  </node>
  <node id="286" name="Lish'telga, Wooded Slopes">
    <description>Though straight and sturdy, the trees lean with the sharp downward pitch of the land, each limb on their northern sides farther from the ground than those on their southern sides.  From those heights, a shower of needles, leaves and limbs falls, set into a whirling plunge of motion with every buffet of wind.  The debris races down the hillside, lost from sight as its descent takes it beneath the interposing branches of the valley below.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="287" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb rocky trail" destination="285" />
  </node>
  <node id="287" name="Lish'telga, Wooded Slopes">
    <description>Covering the angled banks of the sloped ground, a lush beard of grass thickens the humps of the trail.  As real whiskers might hide an unsavory profile, so does the hefty growth in this wood disguise the rough, rocky surface of the land.  The trees have little problem with the stone-ridden ground, growing tall and strong, surely making for a different scale of metaphorical beard to viewers on the other hills and mountains.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="160" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="289" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="286" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="288" />
  </node>
  <node id="288" name="Lish'telga, Wooded Slopes">
    <description>Riddled with plant life as the trail may be, a hazy grey peak in the Undogoz mountains manages to rise into view and out of the trees' concealment.  Though distant, the glimpses of sheer cliffs and bare stone humble any comparison of the slanting footpath winding in these hills.  Folly it would be to travel upon those dangerous crags, and the thought makes the steep, northern descent of this land quite manageable in contrast.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="180" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="287" />
  </node>
  <node id="289" name="Lish'telga, Wooded Path">
    <description>A wide selection of vegetation clusters at the base of every tree in the forest, ranging from ferns and flowers to ivy and vines.  The ash enriched soil at the foot of the Undogoz chain is most likely responsible for the rampant growth, yet the view of the nearest slope through the trees reveals a relatively barren surface.  Sheltered from the high cliff's strong winds, the wooded path has become a botanist's dream.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="290" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="287" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="291" />
  </node>
  <node id="290" name="Lish'telga, Wooded Slopes">
    <description>Surrounded by a cul-de-sac of living greenery, thick grass blades wave in unison under the brisk mountain zephyrs.  Several types of brightly colored wildflower nestle in the grass, seen only when an appropriate breeze shoves the interposing blades out of the way.  The gentle rustling is constant, but rises and falls in tempo with nature, its conductor.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="289" />
  </node>
  <node id="291" name="Lish'telga, Wooded Path">
    <description>The heady scent of soil and plant life fills the air, only to be whisked temporarily away with each swirling breeze.  As the wind blows, ferns nod and branches sway, as if to shoo the thick smells of earth.  Losing leaves and needles with the motion, the waving of the plants reaches a crescendo before stillness descends on the area, and the scenario repeats.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="292" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="289" />
  </node>
  <node id="292" name="Lish'telga Misekar, Lowlands">
    <description>Quite out of place considering the environment, a broken stone arch rises from the weeds in the center of the path.  Missing a Gor'Tog sized chunk from its keystone down, the arch looks liable to fall over under the slightest provocation.  This may prove deceptive, however, as the steady winds and heavy growth of vines across its surface are seemingly unable to affect its position.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="100" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="293" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="291" />
  </node>
  <node id="293" name="Lish'telga Misekar, Lowlands">
    <description>Thick woods gradually thin to light forest and, finally, to occasional close growing clumps of trees in the northern wilds.  The ground begins to rise rapidly and steeply to the north.  Vanishing up in the hills, a faint path winds its way through the tall grasses.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="295" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="294" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="292" />
  </node>
  <node id="294" name="Lish'telga Misekar, Lowlands">
    <description>Higher in the hills, the forest sounds die away as the thick southern woods thin to sparsely wooded highland.  The scattered growths cling tenuously to the earth, their wind-twisted trunks and branches betraying misery in the face of the surrounding greenery.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="80" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="293" />
  </node>
  <node id="295" name="Lish'telga Misekar, Midlands">
    <description>Thin trees and scruffy vegetation rise skyward like desperate worshipers of a unforgiving god, not thick enough to keep the path from being completely open to the sky.  Winds snap through the area, hardly hindered by the clumps of dry pines -- in fact, the pines seem to be losing this battle, as every gust sends a shower of brittle needles sailing through the air.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="60" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="296" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="293" />
  </node>
  <node id="296" name="Lish'telga Misekar, Midlands">
    <description>A vacancy in the already thinning amount of woodland faces the western side of a cliff on the nearest of the Undogoz mountains, its surface barren and sheer, apparent even from this distance.  Between here and there, a valley of thick woods blocks the ground from sight, covering any secrets therein.  Secrets they shall remain, at least from here, as the climb below would be easily fatal to anything less skilled than a bird.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="295" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="297" />
  </node>
  <node id="297" name="Lish'telga Misekar, Midlands">
    <description>South and down, small trees supplant the sparse vegetation of the upper slopes, while the wind whistles incessantly through the bushes and rustles the grass.  An odd outcrop of stone springs from the side of the hill, a contrast in size to the few cobblestones that poke up in disarray from the earth.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="298" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="296" />
  </node>
  <node id="298" name="Lish'telga Misekar, Highlands">
    <description>Varieties of grass and thistle cluster into the patches of soil between the grey of exposed rocks.  Whipped relentlessly by nature for an untold time, the stones and boulders bear many a scar of their years upon the upper elevations.  Splintered and cracked, they still manage to remain, defiant to the plants which strangle them for living space.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="0" z="0" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="297" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="299" />
  </node>
  <node id="299" name="Lish'telga Misekar, Highlands">
    <description>Craggy rocks crouch along the trail as if huddling from the ferocity of the mountain winds.  The low positions of the stone refugees does help keep them sheltered from the worst weathering gusts, but does not spare them the growths of thorny thistles around their bases.  In some places these tenacious plants cover the rocks completely, only humped mounds indicating the stones' places.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="298" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="300" />
  </node>
  <node id="300" name="Lish'telga Misekar, Highlands">
    <description>Only a few ragged shrubs dot the landscape, while the neighboring foothills of the Undogoz mountain chain are barren of feature.  The tall grasses of the mid- and lowlands have given way to a short-bladed turf creeping over the sloped ground.  Partially sunken into the earth, an old stone road curves north toward a ridge, its cobblestones obscured by dirt and weeds to the south.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="299" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="301" />
  </node>
  <node id="301" name="Escarpment, Slope Peak">
    <description>At the crest of a hill, the ground suddenly falls away, dropping precipitously down the sharp edge of a high cliff.  The rim of the escarpment runs east and west, perpendicular to the jagged and worn cobblestones of an ancient road.  Peeking from the clumps of grass, the stones reveal the road as a rough outline winding away from the edge of the drop.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="-40" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="300" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb high cliff" destination="302" />
  </node>
  <node id="302" name="Escarpment, Overlook Ledge">
    <description>A slab of rock juts from the steep face of the escarpment, providing a convenient spot for rest.  Twisted by the wind, a sturdy tree clings tenaciously to the scant purchase of the overhang, digging its slender roots into the tiny cracks where the massive slab of stone meets the cliff wall.  On one side of the ledge, a slender crack runs vertically up and down the cliff.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="-20" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb cliff wall" destination="301" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb sheer escarpment" destination="33" />
  </node>
  <node id="303" name="Fala Inisharon, The White Oak" note="White Oak" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Halfway up the ancient oak, its enormous limbs form highways in the sky for the creatures of the canopy.  The weathered walkways cast dark shadows over the marsh below.  A leaf drifts down, taking a long time to fall, slowed in its descent by the rising bog gasses that clog and taint the air.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="305" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="304" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="306" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb oak" destination="214" />
  </node>
  <node id="304" name="Fala Inisharon, The White Oak" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>The limb groans under the unaccustomed weight of visitors.  Something has stripped the branch of its bark, maybe the insect larvae of a wood-boring beetle that now infest the creaking limb, making every step both distasteful and dangerous.  A plump, white grub inches its way to a richer feeding spot, and disappears into the limb.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="303" />
  </node>
  <node id="305" name="Fala Inisharon, The White Oak" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Sunlight breaks through the canopy above, painting the branch with patches of light and shadow.  Only the rising stench from the bog below spoils the temptation to lie back and enjoy the sight.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="303" />
  </node>
  <node id="306" name="Fala Inisharon, The White Oak" color="#00FFFF">
    <description>Deep claw marks, signs of nature red in tooth and claw, scar the wide branch near a broken arrow lodged in the wood.  The archer must have missed his target, because bloodstains streak the limb and the leaves below.  A large vine twists down from a vine-covered cypress to the south.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="260" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="303" />
    <arc exit="none" move="swing to south on vine" destination="228" />
  </node>
  <node id="307" name="The Galley Sanegazat" note="Map107a_Belarritaco_Bay.xml">
    <description>The galley, like its twin, carries passengers and cargo, but it can easily become a war galley.  Brackets for catapults and a reinforced prow for mounting a ram show its military use, part of the reason why the rowers are trained and willing volunteers for this hard service.</description>
    <position x="100" y="460" z="0" />
  </node>
  <node id="308" name="The Galley Cercorim" note="Map107a_Belarritaco_Bay.xml">
    <description>Passengers and cargo crowd the deck of the sleek, black galley.  Below, visible through the large opening amidships, sit the tanned and muscular rowers, one shift at the oars while the other rests.  The exhorter sits in the stern behind his drum, ready to speed or slacken the rhythm as needed.</description>
    <position x="100" y="460" z="0" />
  </node>
  <node id="309" name="Old Trail, A Box Canyon">
    <description>With the trail ending abruptly at this serene grove, shrubs and ferns surround a lone oak tree which stands as a monument to the artistry involved in the creation of Elanthia.  Small creatures play hide-and-seek from you as they look for a place that makes them feel safe from your sight.</description>
    <position x="-90" y="420" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go lean-to" destination="310" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go rustic stable" destination="311" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go old trail" hidden="True" destination="139" />
  </node>
  <node id="310" name="Old Trail, Lean-To">
    <description>This shaky shelter of twigs and brush has been haphazardly stitched to the main structure with cotton rags.  A trunk to one side holds used tack, and near to it is a basket containing some old grooming supplies.  A box of feed rests in a corner.</description>
    <position x="-90" y="440" z="1" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="309" />
  </node>
  <node id="311" name="Old Trail, Stable">
    <description>Straw dust and the sweet scent of horse manure coat the air.  The brush and twig walls keep out the worst of the weather and any night-roaming creatures.  Overhead, the soft glow of a lantern dangling from the thatched roof disperses the dark.  Low straw barriers protruding from the walls section off individual stalls for the horses, and a corral is visible through a split tarp hanging across the back wall.</description>
    <position x="-110" y="440" z="1" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="309" />
  </node>
  <node id="312" name="Fold with Care, Main Room">
    <description>Precious little adornment graces this hastily erected tent.  A lamp hanging from the central post provides light and a ratty old rug keeps the dirt off the customer's feet.  The tent walls have a scattering of diagrams pinned to them, each a charcoal rendition of origami fold techniques.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="540" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="314" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="315" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="316" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="317" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="313" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tent flap" destination="114" />
  </node>
  <node id="313" name="Fold with Care, Metallic Papers">
    <description>Precious little adornment graces this hastily erected tent.  A lamp hanging from the central post provides light and a ratty old rug keeps the dirt off the customer's feet.  The tent walls have a scattering of diagrams pinned to them, each a charcoal rendition of origami fold techniques.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="520" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="314" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="312" />
  </node>
  <node id="314" name="Fold with Care, Patterned Papers">
    <description>Precious little adornment graces this hastily erected tent.  A lamp hanging from the central post provides light and a ratty old rug keeps the dirt off the customer's feet.  The tent walls have a scattering of diagrams pinned to them, each a charcoal rendition of origami fold techniques.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="520" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="315" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="312" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="313" />
  </node>
  <node id="315" name="Fold with Care, Dyed Papers">
    <description>Precious little adornment graces this hastily erected tent.  A lamp hanging from the central post provides light and a ratty old rug keeps the dirt off the customer's feet.  The tent walls have a scattering of diagrams pinned to them, each a charcoal rendition of origami fold techniques.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="520" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="318" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="316" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="312" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="314" />
  </node>
  <node id="316" name="Fold with Care, Dyed Papers">
    <description>Precious little adornment graces this hastily erected tent.  A lamp hanging from the central post provides light and a ratty old rug keeps the dirt off the customer's feet.  The tent walls have a scattering of diagrams pinned to them, each a charcoal rendition of origami fold techniques.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="540" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="315" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="317" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="312" />
  </node>
  <node id="317" name="Fold with Care, Dyed Papers">
    <description>Precious little adornment graces this hastily erected tent.  A lamp hanging from the central post provides light and a ratty old rug keeps the dirt off the customer's feet.  The tent walls have a scattering of diagrams pinned to them, each a charcoal rendition of origami fold techniques.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="560" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="316" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="319" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="312" />
  </node>
  <node id="318" name="Fold with Care, Multi-Colored Envelopes">
    <description>Precious little adornment graces this hastily erected tent.  A lamp hanging from the central post provides light and a ratty old rug keeps the dirt off the customer's feet.  The tent walls have a scattering of diagrams pinned to them, each a charcoal rendition of origami fold techniques.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="520" z="1" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="319" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="315" />
  </node>
  <node id="319" name="Fold with Care, Blue and Green Envelopes">
    <description>Precious little adornment graces this hastily erected tent.  A lamp hanging from the central post provides light and a ratty old rug keeps the dirt off the customer's feet.  The tent walls have a scattering of diagrams pinned to them, each a charcoal rendition of origami fold techniques.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="560" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="318" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="320" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="317" />
  </node>
  <node id="320" name="Fold with Care, Red and Plain Envelopes">
    <description>Precious little adornment graces this hastily erected tent.  A lamp hanging from the central post provides light and a ratty old rug keeps the dirt off the customer's feet.  The tent walls have a scattering of diagrams pinned to them, each a charcoal rendition of origami fold techniques.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="580" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="319" />
  </node>
  <node id="321" name="Fever Point Pier, Upper Cross-bracing">
    <description>Additions, both man-made and natural, have been added to the original builders' work over the years.  One beam-end has a crude picture etched into it: two crossed scimitars set above a star.  Twigs from dislodged nests are wedged into the pier's joints, and the whole structure has been eroded by brine.  The lower cross-bracing offers a way back to the beach, but with a little luck and talent, it might be possible to climb onto protruding pier decking above.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="600" z="1" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb pier" destination="125" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb lower cross-bracing" destination="322" />
  </node>
  <node id="322" name="Fever Point Pier, Lower Cross-bracing">
    <description>The lower joints of the wooden cross-bracing smell like rotted fish and are slippery with bird droppings.  Several feet up, the upper cross-bracing runs just below the heavy beams supporting the pier's plank decking.  Looking below, the sandy beach emerges from beneath its rocky covering and winds in a lazy arc away from the piling toward a line of trees.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="600" z="1" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb upper cross-bracing" destination="321" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb piling" destination="119" />
  </node>
  <node id="323" name="Fever Point, Zhendil's Emporium" note="Zhendil's Emporium|Gems" color="#00FF00">
    <description>A portable sorting table with compartments full of sparkling gems seems out of place in this musty room, with its walls and ceiling that look held together by cobwebs and wasp nests.  Oiled paper tacked over one window frame creates a makeshift covering that blocks not only the elements, but also most of the light.  Two barrels offer seating near the counter where the gem dealer does business, and a ceiling lantern casts a glow whereby he is able to judge the character of his customers.</description>
    <position x="-380" y="500" z="1" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="124" />
  </node>
  <node id="324" name="Penal Colony, Northwest Ring Road">
    <description>To the southwest, the road runs through a covered bridge that crosses a deep gully.  The bridge, barely wide enough for a wagon, has been laboriously pieced together from odd-sized planks cut from driftwood -- signs of both the scarcity of wood and the abundance of free labor.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="-140" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="325" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go covered bridge" destination="50" />
  </node>
  <node id="325" name="Penal Colony, Northwest Ring Road">
    <description>Torchlight throws black shadows on the looming bulk of the Colony fortress to the north.  A lane leads up the hill to a deep-set gate, cast in shadow by flaring lanterns hung on either side.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="-140" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="326" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="324" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go lane" destination="329" />
  </node>
  <node id="326" name="Penal Colony, Northwest Ring Road">
    <description>A little south of the fortress walls, the road already shows signs of its disuse.  A well-travelled highway is always marked by litter, old campsites, fresh wheel-ruts, and animal droppings, none of which are in evidence here.  To the west, a lane leads uphill to the fortress gate, and to the southeast, the road curves to avoid an inlet.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="-140" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="327" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="325" />
  </node>
  <node id="327" name="Penal Colony, Northwest Ring Road">
    <description>The ancient road, once a thoroughfare along M'Riss's north shore, is surrendering to the elements.  Paving stones cracked and heaved up by frost lie half-buried in sand blown by the constant northwest winds, and a grey-green moss covers their leeward side.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-120" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="328" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="326" />
  </node>
  <node id="328" name="Penal Colony, Northwest Ring Road">
    <description>To the east the road disappears abruptly: the tides have washed away its foundation, and a big section of the paving has simply slid into the encroaching sea.  Not that anyone seems to mind -- there's no sign that traffic has headed eastward in a long, long time.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="-120" z="1" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="327" />
  </node>
  <node id="329" name="Penal Colony, Northwest Ring Road" note="Penal Gate">
    <description>A few torches burn atop the Colony Fortress's South Wall.  The shadows they cast partly hide the deep-set Desert Gate.  A lane leads from the gate downhill to where the Island Ring Road bypasses the colony, southwest to northeast.  Aside from a large flat rock and a few scrubby patches of sea-oats, the area is barren.</description>
    <position x="-280" y="-160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="332" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="330" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go lane" destination="325" />
  </node>
  <node id="330" name="Penal Colony, Below the South Wall">
    <description>Just to the west of the Desert Gate lies a small flowerbed outlined with whitewashed stones.  Someone has tried to nurture a bit of color in the shelter of the wall, providing the daily water and weeding needed.</description>
    <position x="-300" y="-160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="329" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="331" />
  </node>
  <node id="331" name="Penal Colony, Below the Bay Bastion">
    <description>This shadowed corner where the south and the bay walls meet has become the home of weeds, the seeds brought by passing gulls and sheltered from the desert winds.  The land slopes steeply down from the fortress wall.</description>
    <position x="-320" y="-160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="330" />
  </node>
  <node id="332" name="Penal Colony, Below the South Wall">
    <description>The ground drops off below the south wall, almost as if someone had planned a moat and begun the digging, only to abandon the job.  Now the desert sands have sifted in, leaving only a curiously regular depression like a dry riverbed.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="-160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="333" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="329" />
  </node>
  <node id="333" name="Penal Colony, Below the Desert Bastion">
    <description>The high tower of the Desert Bastion faces rank on rank of dunes receding into the distance.  The wind picks up swirls of sand from their tops, shifting the sands in a slow procession.  If not for the hazy mountains to the southeast, one could believe that the desert went on forever.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="334" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="332" />
  </node>
  <node id="334" name="Penal Colony, Below the East Wall">
    <description>A wide cleared area stretches along the wall from the beach to the north to the desert in the south.  Here, some lazy or careless hand has tossed rubbish from the fortress, and it lies piled at the base of the wall, buzzing with flies.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-180" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="335" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="333" />
  </node>
  <node id="335" name="Penal Colony, Below the East Wall">
    <description>As the coastline curves to the east, the dunes give way to a barren, rock-strewn headland, dotted with shallow dips and hollows.  Only an occasional stunted tree or low bush has been spared the clearing of the ground outside the fortress walls.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-200" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="336" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="334" />
  </node>
  <node id="336" name="Penal Colony, Below the East Wall">
    <description>The wind whistles and swirls around the Lee Bastion to the north, scouring its seaward face, but in the shelter of the eastern wall huddle a few greyish-green creepers.  The vines, none thicker than a little finger, scratch out a meager living among the rocks, shells, and sand.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-220" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="337" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="335" />
  </node>
  <node id="337" name="Penal Colony, Below the Lee Bastion">
    <description>The mighty Lee Bastion anchors the northeast corner of the fortress.  Arrow slits pierce its walls high above and the deep shadows in their recesses hint at the thickness and strength of its masonry.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="-240" z="1" />
    <arc exit="south" move="south" destination="336" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="338" />
  </node>
  <node id="338" name="Penal Colony, Below the North Wall">
    <description>Clumps of sea oats rise from dunes as high as a Halfling.  The dunes follow the shoreline to the west, curving gradually around the prominence on which the fortress stands.  Its walls rise to the south, weathered from the steady ocean winds.</description>
    <position x="-260" y="-240" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="337" />
  </node>
  <node id="339" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>Tiny reflections of the sun are visible everywhere in the sand.  The brilliant glare combines with the oppressive heat and the forceful wind in an attempt to beat trespassers into submission.</description>
    <position x="120" y="-140" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="340" />
  </node>
  <node id="340" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>Giant dunes of pale sand block your vision in every direction.  Gusts of hot wind send clouds of sand billowing across the landscape, some thick enough to blind you temporarily, others merely hitting you with stinging force.</description>
    <position x="120" y="-160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sand dune" />
  </node>
  <node id="341" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>Every part of exposed flesh is mercilessly subjected to the stinging sand, as each new gust of wind forces giant handfuls airborne.</description>
    <position x="200" y="-140" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="40" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="345" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sand dune" />
  </node>
  <node id="342" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>The harsh desert stretches endlessly in every direction.  Walking is difficult in the loose sand, but an occasional rock provides firmer footing.  The heat is as endless as the desert, parching the throat and drying the mouth.</description>
    <position x="140" y="-160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sand dune" />
  </node>
  <node id="343" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>The monotonous sand dunes are the only thing in sight.  The sun fills this land with tremendous heat, deadly to the careless.</description>
    <position x="160" y="-160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sand dune" />
  </node>
  <node id="344" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>The dunes frustratingly spread in all directions with no end in sight.  The howling winds are occasionally broken by dead silence.</description>
    <position x="140" y="-180" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sand dune" />
  </node>
  <node id="345" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>Hot wind blows sand fiercely before itself, slowly reshaping the landscape.  Each giant sand dune is constantly being built, destroyed, and moved to a new location.  The lonely sound of the ever-present wind reinforces the feeling of utter isolation.</description>
    <position x="180" y="-160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sand dune" />
  </node>
  <node id="346" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>Aptly named, this desert of despair has been the site of many deaths, though mostly for unfortunate animals.  Suspicious-looking bones protruding from the side of a dune look very familiar.</description>
    <position x="160" y="-140" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" destination="343" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="341" />
  </node>
  <node id="347" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>Tiny reflections of the sun are visible everywhere in the sand.  The brilliant glare combines with the oppressive heat and the forceful wind in an attempt to beat trespassers into submission.</description>
    <position x="160" y="-180" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sand dune" />
  </node>
  <node id="348" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>The fierce winds drive the sand with painful force.  The crest of each new sand dune reveals only more sand, more dunes.  The dunes shimmer in the intense heat.</description>
    <position x="100" y="-180" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sand dune" />
  </node>
  <node id="349" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>Aptly named, this desert of despair has been the site of many deaths, though mostly for unfortunate animals.  Suspicious-looking bones protruding from the side of a dune look very familiar.</description>
    <position x="120" y="-180" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sand dune" />
  </node>
  <node id="350" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>The desert seems dedicated to either forcing out intruders, or killing them.  A few bones here and there in the sands are indications of its past achievements.</description>
    <position x="180" y="-180" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sand dune" />
  </node>
  <node id="351" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dunes">
    <description>Every part of exposed flesh is mercilessly subjected to the stinging sand, as each new gust of wind forces giant handfuls airborne.</description>
    <position x="200" y="-180" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go sand dune" />
  </node>
  <node id="352" name="Forlorn Hope, Clearing" note="Forlorn Hope">
    <description>A wall of rock encloses a small clearing that looks like time's battlefield.  Strewn in front of a cave mouth are the rusty remains of helmets, shield bosses, buckles, and swords fused into a jagged carpet by the sediment of centuries.  A careless step here means a twisted ankle or worse.  The cave seems to go back some distance into the cliff face, and something appears to be scratched into the rock to one side of the opening.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go fracture" destination="275" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go cave" destination="353" />
  </node>
  <node id="353" name="Forlorn Hope, Cavern" color="#000000">
    <description>The brook running from the slopes outside finds an entrance into the cliff face here.  Eons of trickling water have worn a fair-sized chamber into the porous limestone.  Near the back of the room, the stream disappears into a mossy crevice, dropping to who-knows-what depths below.  To either side of the crevice, watercourses long since diverted have washed out even larger openings in the rock.</description>
    <position x="-160" y="180" z="1" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="354" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="356" />
    <arc exit="out" move="out" destination="352" />
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  <node id="354" name="Forlorn Hope, Cavern" color="#000000">
    <description>This room, the largest by far, has the feeling of a long-abandoned campsite about it, one left in a hurry.  On the upward sloping floor lie rusted buckles, cooking pots, a lantern -- even a good-luck charm perhaps cast off in disgust.  Time and sediment have frozen them all where they fell.  Some effort was made to pile the gear near the walls, leaving the center clear of the worst of the clutter.</description>
    <position x="-140" y="160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="353" />
    <arc exit="none" move="search; climb footholds" destination="355" />
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  <node id="355" name="Forlorn Hope, Alcove" color="#000000">
    <description>A niche, a little above the level of the main chamber, is the driest spot in the cave, and from its vantage the whole room below is visible.  It sits empty, silent, almost waiting.  Some nameless bygone visitor left only one trace: from one of the walls, a bundle of papers juts out, wedged tightly into a crack.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="140" z="1" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb footholds" destination="354" />
  </node>
  <node id="356" name="Forlorn Hope, Cavern" color="#000000">
    <description>An arm of the stream trickles into a pool the size of a public bath.  The glassy surface of the water reflects the dim light from the entrance, casting cold shadows on walls and ceiling.</description>
    <position x="-180" y="160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="353" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go pool" destination="357" />
  </node>
  <node id="357" name="Forlorn Hope, The Pool" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The water is cold, almost bone-numbing at first.  Every stroke of the swimmer sends ripples across the smooth face of the pool.  The waves strike against the cave walls and shore with soft, echoing slaps.  A dark shape lies deep below the surface at the far end.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="140" z="1" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="358" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go pool's edge" destination="356" />
  </node>
  <node id="358" name="Forlorn Hope, Pool" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Luminescent plants growing from the wall crevices below cast a soft glow.  Their waving tendrils create odd-shaped shadows at the bottom of the pool, which is deeper than it appeared from the safety of the pool's edge.  Above, the light from the cave clashes with the water's surface, creating an opaque silvery barrier that distorts visibility.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="357" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="359" />
  </node>
  <node id="359" name="Forlorn Hope, Pool" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Pairs and trios of pale fish meander among the swaying plants, pausing to nibble at the vegetation and occasionally, at each other.  The walls of the pool are split with crevices and shaded with uneven stone.  Further below, a dark shape lies at one side of the pool.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="180" z="1" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="358" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="360" />
  </node>
  <node id="360" name="Forlorn Hope, Pool" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Like soft mud clawed by a badger, deep fissures are gouged into the hard rock on one side of the pool's wall.  A strong current flows from the network of crevices toward the dark shape opposite.  Below, what appeared from the surface to be a pebble floor proves to be a scattering of large rocks embedded in silt.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="200" z="1" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="359" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="361" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go dark shape" destination="362" />
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  <node id="361" name="Forlorn Hope, Pool Bottom" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The plants clinging to the rough walls glow more brightly than their smaller cousins living in more shallow depths, as if the greater water pressure squeezes forth more light.  Tiny strands of debris descend feather-like from above, in time creating the soft padding of silt that softens the rocky floor of the pool.</description>
    <position x="-200" y="220" z="1" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="360" />
  </node>
  <node id="362" name="Forlorn Hope, Tunnel" color="#0000FF">
    <description>A rocky overhang at the tunnel's mouth blocks most of the glow from the plants outside.  Water completely fills the tunnel, giving no chance to gasp a lungful of air.  The current pushes hard toward the darkness beyond.</description>
    <position x="-120" y="200" z="1" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="swim northeast" destination="363" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go tunnel mouth" destination="360" />
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  <node id="363" name="Forlorn Hope, Tunnel" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Visibility is limited to arm's length, but occasional streaks of light dart by: the sparkle of luminescent fish.  The walls are coated with plants, their fronds swishing as the current presses upward.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="180" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="swim southwest" destination="362" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="364" />
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  <node id="364" name="Forlorn Hope, Tunnel" color="#0000FF">
    <description>There's air here!  And the luminescent moss coating the tunnel walls casts a dull twilight, revealing a large cave with a ledge seeming to float just above the water.  The tunnel is lower to the east, but the ceiling doesn't quite touch the stream.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="365" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="363" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb ledge" destination="375" />
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  <node id="365" name="Forlorn Hope, Tunnel" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Tangles of luminescent moss span the narrow space between ceiling and water's surface.  The quickening current presses to the southeast, accompanied by loud gurgling as the stream slaps against the tunnel walls.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="160" z="1" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="swim southeast" destination="366" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="364" />
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  <node id="366" name="Forlorn Hope, Tunnel" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Patches of tree roots intrude on the glowing moss growing on the ceiling and walls.  The tunnel takes a sharp dip downward, expanding the space between ceiling and stream surface.  Water careening against the tunnel walls roars from the darkness below.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="180" z="1" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="swim northwest" destination="365" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="367" />
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  <node id="367" name="Forlorn Hope, Tunnel Rapids" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Water swirls around a tumble of rocks fallen from the roof, sending sheets of mist into the air.  The tunnel is darker here, removed from the soft glow given off by the moss.  A trick of the light against some tree roots gives the impression of a great fish with its mouth open, showing three sharp teeth.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="200" z="1" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="366" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="368" />
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  <node id="368" name="Forlorn Hope, Tunnel Rapids" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The water thunders as it surges from above down this dark boulder-strewn channel.  The foaming stream carries with it bits of glowing moss and luminescent tendrils that cause the frothing surface to sparkle.  The current, not as insistent as the tumble down the rapids, flows urgently southward.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="220" z="1" />
    <arc exit="south" move="swim south" destination="369" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="367" />
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  <node id="369" name="Forlorn Hope, Cascade Shelf" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Sediment and luminescent foam fold together in the churning water.  The rapids spill into this deep pool, scooped out of the soft earth by years of rough flow.  In the more shallow, calmer part of the pool, fish swim among the aquatic plants swaying in the current.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="240" z="1" />
    <arc exit="north" move="swim north" destination="368" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="370" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go pool edge" destination="376" />
  </node>
  <node id="370" name="Forlorn Hope, Deluge" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Excavated loam swirling in the strong currents darkens the water and cloaks the tunnel's depths.  Specks of glittering minerals occasionally catch a hint of light and illuminate the rushing movements of the deluge.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="260" z="1" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="369" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="371" />
  </node>
  <node id="371" name="Forlorn Hope, Deluge" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Relentless torrents of water push down from the rapids above and surge up again from below.  Sinuous roots whip violently in the crosscurrents, slashing or embrangling whatever comes too close.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="280" z="1" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="370" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="372" />
  </node>
  <node id="372" name="Forlorn Hope, Deluge" color="#0000FF">
    <description>The earthen walls press inward as the pounding waters tumble you in a dark and breathless world.</description>
    <position x="-60" y="300" z="1" />
    <arc exit="west" move="swim west" destination="373" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="371" />
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  <node id="373" name="Forlorn Hope, Deluge" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Rocks and debris swirl in the fierce currents, slowly abrading their way ever deeper into the earth.  A vague glow invades the deep shadow of the deluge bottom, outlining the toothy stone walls of the tunnel.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="300" z="1" />
    <arc exit="east" move="swim east" destination="372" />
    <arc exit="up" move="swim up" destination="374" />
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  <node id="374" name="Forlorn Hope, Grotto" color="#0000FF">
    <description>Softly fluorescing moss clinging to the stone overhead washes the mist-laden air of the grotto in pale green light.  Veined seedpods hang languidly from vines that twist through the crenellated maze of stone above.</description>
    <position x="-80" y="280" z="1" />
    <arc exit="down" move="swim down" destination="373" />
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  <node id="375" name="Forlorn Hope, Ledge" color="#000000">
    <description>The ledge juts from the wall at an upward angle, making for a difficult climb and hiding anyone who might be crouched beyond its rough lip.  Surprisingly broad, the ledge runs almost the length of this broad chamber.  Several scorched spots and a pile of refuse, including fish bones, hint at past use.</description>
    <position x="-100" y="140" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go stream" destination="364" />
  </node>
  <node id="376" name="Forlorn Hope, Underground">
    <description>Overhead, large tree roots dangle from the thin layer of earth that composes the roof.  Subtle light filtering through the crevices in the walls illuminates not only the cave, but also highlights the muddy footprints leading to and from the pool's edge.  The stream emerges from the pool at the far end of the area, and disappears through a split in the rock.  A boulder near the stream is etched with three long scratches pointing toward the cracked rock.</description>
    <position x="-40" y="240" z="1" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go pool edge" destination="369" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go cracked rock" destination="181" />
  </node>
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    <description />
    <position x="70" y="30" z="0" />
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  <node id="378" name="Fang Cove, Fate's Fortune Lane" note="Map150_Fang_Cove.xml">
    <description>A towering marble archway opens a gap in the wall to the north and separates the ongoing construction and somewhat more refined completed structures of Fate's Fortune Lane from the crude structures and makeshift walkway along the beach.  The entrance to a squat, wide bungalow sits in opposition to the arch, and the sheltering cliffs of Fang's Peak rise up from behind it.  To either side of the arch, cobblestones of different shapes and sizes have been laid out to form the wide Fate's Fortune Lane.</description>
    <position x="80" y="380" z="0" />
    <arc exit="north" move="north" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go exit portal" destination="150" />
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  <node id="379" name="Hidisharon Desert, Dry Ditch" color="#00FF00">
    <description>Most likely carved by wind rather than rain, a dusty ditch undercuts the road, its bottom filled by grey and tan pebbles, its top edged with grainy sand.  Curved as a worm might bend as it burrowed through the earth, the gulley arcs around several massive boulders embedded in the ground.  Oddly square, the stones shoulder against one another, defying the wind and elements from stealing any more dry land from their domain.</description>
    <position x="-20" y="-240" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="380" />
    <arc exit="go" move="go road" destination="34" />
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  <node id="380" name="Hidisharon Desert, Sandy Trail" color="#00FF00">
    <description>Dry, brown grasses struggle to survive in the nooks and crevices of the surrounding stones, each day another desperate fight for existence.  An easier time is had by the scores of tiny scorpions that scuttle between the rocks, lunging at whatever small prey they might find.  The insects keep a fair distance, preferring to find their quarry within sheltered cracks and away from the wind-tossed sand of the trail.</description>
    <position x="0" y="-220" z="0" />
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    <description>Towering over the lake bed below, the ground here is mostly free of salt and speckled with sagebrush.  A lone tree leans over the edge of the plateau, its withered roots exposed through crumbling dirt.</description>
    <position x="200" y="-220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="415" />
    <arc exit="southeast" move="southeast" destination="417" />
  </node>
  <node id="417" name="Tavayon, Plateau" color="#FFFF00">
    <description>Towering over the lake bed below, the ground here is mostly free of salt and speckled with sagebrush.  The edge of the rock cuts in here somewhat, offering a possible descent down the face of the plateau.</description>
    <position x="220" y="-200" z="0" />
    <arc exit="northeast" move="northeast" destination="418" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="416" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb plateau" destination="405" />
  </node>
  <node id="418" name="Tavayon, Plateau" color="#FFFF00">
    <description>Towering over the lake bed below, the ground here is mostly free of salt and speckled with sagebrush.  Visible to the east is a deep crater in the lake bed ringed by obsidian spires.</description>
    <position x="240" y="-220" z="0" />
    <arc exit="southwest" move="southwest" destination="417" />
    <arc exit="northwest" move="northwest" destination="415" />
  </node>
  <node id="419" name="The West Face, A Narrow Channel" color="White">
    <description>The channel bears signs of having been at least improved, if not created, by intention.  In some places, small steps have been hacked in the rock, but either the project was unfinished or it was intended for some creature whose limbs are hard to imagine.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="120" z="0" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb down" destination="420" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb up" destination="279" />
  </node>
  <node id="420" name="The West Face, A Rocky Ledge" color="White">
    <description>Midway up the cliff face juts a rocky ledge, only a few feet wide and perhaps ten or twelve feet long.  Above it, a narrow channel carved into the rock leads upwards out of sight.  Further to the east, a much steeper and natural-looking crevice in the rock leads downward to the river bank.</description>
    <position x="-240" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="east" move="east" destination="421" />
    <arc exit="climb" move="climb up" destination="419" />
  </node>
  <node id="421" name="The West Face, A Rocky Ledge" color="White">
    <description>Midway up the cliff face juts a rocky ledge, only a few feet wide and perhaps ten or twelve feet long.  Below it, a narrow crevice in the rock leads downward to the river bank.  Further to the west, a channel in the cliff face leads upward out of sight.</description>
    <position x="-220" y="140" z="0" />
    <arc exit="west" move="west" destination="420" />
  </node>
  <label text="Premium">
    <position x="90" y="-260" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Elder">
    <position x="100" y="-10" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Adult">
    <position x="20" y="-30" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Depart to here V">
    <position x="140" y="140" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Juvenile">
    <position x="-80" y="-50" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Baby Peccaries">
    <position x="-390" y="320" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="- Caracals">
    <position x="70" y="90" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="- Peccaries +">
    <position x="10" y="270" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="- Trekhalos (Chieftans) +">
    <position x="90" y="210" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Hidisharon Desert">
    <position x="120" y="-160" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Armadillos">
    <position x="-80" y="-40" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Armadillos">
    <position x="20" y="-20" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Armadillos">
    <position x="100" y="0" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Armadillos">
    <position x="90" y="-250" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="To Oasis Maze">
    <position x="-20" y="-270" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Island Ring Road">
    <position x="-380" y="-50" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="To Fever Point Pier">
    <position x="-380" y="610" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="( to Leth Deriel)">
    <position x="-380" y="620" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Belarritaco Bay">
    <position x="60" y="470" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Galley to Mer'Kresh">
    <position x="50" y="490" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Wishing Well Grove">
    <position x="-60" y="420" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Island Ring Road">
    <position x="-230" y="520" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Caracals">
    <position x="20" y="280" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Hunters +">
    <position x="100" y="230" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Caracals">
    <position x="150" y="230" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Favor Altar    ---&gt;">
    <position x="-300" y="90" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="(offer caracal pelts)">
    <position x="-320" y="100" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="M'RISS - Island of the Damned">
    <position x="-448" y="-246" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Stable/Horse Feed">
    <position x="-150" y="400" z="1" />
  </label>
  <label text="Origami Shop">
    <position x="-230" y="480" z="1" />
  </label>
  <label text="Gem Shop">
    <position x="-410" y="470" z="1" />
  </label>
  <label text="Penal Colony">
    <position x="-330" y="-210" z="1" />
  </label>
  <label text="To Penal Colony">
    <position x="-170" y="-270" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Oasis Maze">
    <position x="110" y="-240" z="1" />
  </label>
  <label text="go 'sand dune' to wander randomly">
    <position x="50" y="-200" z="1" />
  </label>
  <label text="you'll eventually find your way out">
    <position x="50" y="-210" z="1" />
  </label>
  <label text="push boulder/go fracture -----*">
    <position x="-335" y="141" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="(req. 30 strength)">
    <position x="-330" y="165" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="to swimming cave">
    <position x="-332" y="152" z="0" />
  </label>
  <label text="Forlorn Hope Caverns (Swimming)">
    <position x="-220" y="110" z="1" />
  </label>
  <label text="Fever Point Pier">
    <position x="-370" y="420" z="1" />
  </label>
</zone>