Log Date: 11/27/95
Log Intro: A lot of stress and strain has been happening to Rayek, as of
late. Despite his heated, repeated insistence that the Palace will no longer
obey him, Azeure and Delenbae and Suntop have been repeatedly demanding
that he resume his duties as the Palace's master. Ktai has startled the
daylights out of him by sharing a secret name with him. And if that wasn't
bad enough, Winnowill, Lord of Blue Mountain, has dropped in him astrally,
offering to heal him, and only the combined sending clamor of Suntop,
Azeure, and Ktai in Rayek's head kept him from yielding to the seductive
offer of her comfort.

It's enough to make an erstwhile Palace master snap, to be sure.

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You step through the tall doorway, and into the...
Scroll Chamber
This smallish chamber is sparsely furnished, bearing only a single empty chair 
  which faces a platform; on this platform are the holders for the two halves 
  of the Scroll of Colors. Around you, the pale walls seem to ripple in 
  places, but perhaps that is a physical sensation, a trick of the light; what 
  cannot be a light-trick is the sense of *presence* in the chamber, of 
  welcome, and of magic.
Contents:
Azeure(#2221PJXc)
Ekuar
Scroll of Colors
Obvious exits:
Out  

Ekuar is sitting propped against the platform, blinking muzzily out of a light 
  doze. He smiles absently up at Rayek.

Azeure sits blankly turning the scrolls.. searching moments it has recorded of 
  you Rayek.

Ekuar says "Ah, Brownskin! Must have nodded off, for a moment.""
Ekuar looks at you for a moment.

Rayek wanders into the chamber, frowning lightly to himself, and staring into 
  the air. He pauses at the doorway, one brown hand touching it as if he's not 
  quite certain if he's seen it before. Then his gaze shifts to the turning 
  Scrolls, and he gives them a strangely innocuous amber stare.

Azeure's eyes seem glazed.. he has been here all night.. without movement from 
  this very spot.

Rayek then blinkblinks at Ekuar, and abruptly smiles to him, lopsidedly. "He's 
  getting good at that," he comments, tossing a vague nod in Azeure's 
  direction. "Have you been watching him? Good of you..."

Ekuar examines Rayek with a concerned and paternal air, his eyes lingering on 
  the remaining bruise on Rayek's cheek. He smiles-- but the smile doesn't 
  extinguish the ever-present worry in his gaze. "Eh... not exactly -watching- 
  him, of course. Sleeping, mostly." He pauses, and asks softly, "And... hm... 
  how have -you- been sleeping, Brownskin?"

Rayek blinks several times at the question, and for an instant, his gaze 
  darkens. But, incongrously, the smile still plays at his mouth. "I... had 
  bad dreams, Ekuar... the Palace crash, you know...."

Azeure seems not to notice.. or pay attention to the goings on around him.. 
  his mind, focused intently on the scrolls

Ekuar's forehead wrinkles. He says, mildly and slowly, "Yes." Old Ekuar, at a 
  loss for words? It's a moment few ever see. The ancient elf reaches up with 
  his single hand, toward Rayek, as if to take the dark hand and pull himself 
  to his feet.

Rayek then remarks almost airily, "But, well, Suntop said it wasn't my fault, 
  so I suppose I shall not worry about it." His gaze drifts back to Azeure and 
  he studies him with a detached interest. "He's right, you know, he and 
  Delenbae, I don't have the luxury of moping. I've thought about it. They're 
  absolutely right."

Ekuar's large eyes widen. He says uncertainly, "Moping? Eh-- ah-- is -that- 
  what you were doing?" He continues to reach out with his hand, although he 
  is unsure whether his gesture is getting through.

Rayek blinks again, distracted from a particularly vivid image of the Palace 
  aflare with the magic that propelled it through time, by Ekuar's fingers on 
  the edge of his field of vision. Swiftly, his expression fills with 
  solicitude, and he steps to the smaller elf to provide him support. "You 
  don't think so? I've been horribly withdrawn, I know, and it's kept us from 
  finishing our job. I can hardly turn the Scrolls properly if I'm flogging 
  myself." As he speaks, his words come out a little fast; slightly faster, 
  and they might be tumbling over one another.
Rayek finishes earnestly, "Besides... after Winnowill's little visit today, I 
  can hardly afford to be off my guard, she'll want the Palace, I'm sure, and 
  we cannot have that."

Ekuar twines his fingers, skeletal but full of wiry strength, around Rayek's 
  wrist. He uses the familiar arm to pull himself to his feet, and continues 
  to lean on his student, peering up into the angular face. He says carefully, 
  "Mm. No, I don't think 'moping' is the-- eh, the right word at all, my 
  dear." He pauses, and asks softly, "Would you come and sit with me? Over on 
  the platform's edge?" There's something underlying the banal question that 
  might be fear.

Rayek looks down at Ekuar in benign affection, amber gaze slightly vacant, but 
  accommodating. "Of course..." He allows himself to lead, or perhaps be led 
  by, the old shaper, over to sit down. Sitting, he looks consideringly up at 
  the interplayer of light and color between the turning Scrolls, and comments 
  again, sounding impressed, "He _is_ getting rather good at that."

Ekuar perches himself on a corner of the Platform, very close to Rayek. He 
  pats the lean arm, and then lifts his hand to lightly caress the dark jaw. A 
  loving touch, nothing out of the ordinary... but perhaps his hand lingers a 
  bit on the brown skin, perhaps his senses are alert for any sign of the 
  return of Rayek's fever. "I suppose he is," he answers dubiously, 
  offhandedly. "But it's no matter. Eh... Have you eaten?"

"I'm sure I must have," Rayek replies cheerfully. "I do not feel hungry now."
Rayek's face seems cool enough, to the withered fingers, in their brief 
  contact.

Every word Rayek speaks, logically, ought to be a balm to the old rockshaper's 
  heightened concern. But-- perhaps contradictorily, perhaps not-- each of 
  Rayek's happy assurances seem to make Ekuar look older. More worn, and more 
  worried. He pats Rayek's hand again. "Well, well," he begins, somewhat 
  lamely. "And-- erm-- you feel you're done 'moping' now." He gives the word 
  'moping' a gentle twist. "So what will you do now?"

Rayek considers. "Winnowill visited," he begins. "In spirit, that is, not 
  physically, otherwise I daresay Azeure and Telia and Delenbae would have had 
  quite the battle. Suntop and Ember, too. She wanted to heal me, but I told 
  her no, after all I am the only one who can tell myself to stop moping, yes?"

Ekuar shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "Well," he offers hesitantly, "You 
  must admit, eh, you've had a rough time of it lately. Many-- many demands. 
  Fears." He leans forward a bit. "Perhaps you're entitled to feel a bit down, 
  at times?" His words are slower than usual, and more clearly spaced, as if 
  he's unsure whether the meaning is coming through.

Rayek breezes on with barely enough time to answer, watching the Scroll images 
  in distracted fascination as he does so, "Everyone left me, then, except 
  Ktai, and she gave me her secret though I must admit I'm still a bit 
  confused as to why she did that. It doesn't make any sense. And then.... 
  hmm. Well, then I was looking for you. I wanted to talk about what to do 
  next, in fact. I wonder if the Go-Backs would listen if Azeure and Delenbae 
  asked them if the Palace could stay here. I mean, I should take it back, I 
  promised, so I don't think they would listen to me..."

Ekuar seems to stiffen under the torrent of bland-seeming words from his 
  student. His face is drawn tight-- sharp bones stand out in stark relief. He 
  nods slowly, comfortingly, his words gentle and soothing even though he does 
  not seem to be replying to anything Rayek has actually said. "Yes, my dear. 
  Yes, yes. Indeed."
Ekuar pulls Rayek's hand into his own lap and pats it, rhythmically, gently. 
  He continues to murmur, "There, now. Indeed. Yes."

Rayek smiles affably at Ekuar, though there is a slight lingering 
  plaintiveness to his tone as he observes, "Though, well, I can't fly the 
  Palace right now. Maybe Azeure will get the knack of it" -- and again he 
  watches the Scrolls -- "since he's searching so diligently. I remember doing 
  that."

Ekuar's eyes, wide and now definitely afraid, scan Rayek's face wonderingly, 
  flick to Azeure's still form, and then return... drawn inerringly back to 
  Rayek. "You did do it. And perhaps you'll do so again, someday... Though, 
  eh, it's no matter. No, mustn't worry about it." Pat, pat, pat, goes the old 
  hand, his words carrying little meaning but his touch speaking volumes. 
  Something... isn't... right.

Rayek, face looking incongruously boyish despite its haggard lines, smiles 
  absently at Ekuar's soothing. "That's what I decided," he confides. "That I 
  shouldn't worry about it."

Ekuar says softly, steadily: "You did. Eh-- you just decided not to worry, and 
  away the worries went?" He blinks up at Rayek, seeming to search the amber 
  eyes.
You sense in a locksend, Ekuar's mind, amiable fuzziness sharpening into a 
  tide of concern with every second, approaches yours. Softly, warmly, a 
  tendril brushes against your outer boundaries. ** Brownskin? ** <<An 
  inquiry... no exact question, but a formless request for a touch. A 
  confirmation all is well within...>>

Rayek nods placidly. "Well, I had to do something, you know. Cutter would 
  laugh in my face at the way I've been behaving, don't you think?"
You locksend to Ekuar, Rayek answers readily, ** Yes? ** <His mind, though, 
  seems... strangely smooth, translucent, as if his thoughts were crystal worn 
  to absolute flatness by the pressure of water, or rock....>

You sense in a locksend, Ekuar's mental caress is like any of his physical 
  touches-- gentle, warm, and soothing. He sends simply, ** I heard Winnowill 
  came, and I was worried for you. Eh... I wanted to see if she treated you 
  well, inside as well as out. **

Rayek's smile turns fatuous, as he bows his head slightly to the rockshaper, 
  in sending.

Ekuar looks at Rayek for a long moment, and then gives a nod. Once, 
  definitively... as if deciding something, or confirming something, but only 
  to himself.

You locksend ** Oh, she only sent... asked me to come to the Mountain, for 
  healing, but I told her no. <His sending radiates satisfaction.> ** to Ekuar.

Ekuar slips off the platform and stands, his thin frame taut with purpose. He 
  tugs gently and steadily at Rayek's wrist, the urging gentle but 
  unflagging. "My boy. Come. Will you come with me, eh?"

Rayek hmmms? And rises lithely, with unconscious grace, now that he isn't 
  paying attention. "Of course... where are we going?"

Ekuar bends and retrieves his staff, releasing Rayek's arm... but remaining 
  close, his physical presence nudging Rayek toward the door as surely as any 
  guiding hand. He says lightly, simply, "Downstairs. Let's go downstairs, eh, 
  shall we?"

Rayek wanders obediently towards the door, gaze mildly curious, but he doesn't 
  protest the shooing.

Second Level
This wide corridor sports myriad tiny ripples and swirls in its walls and 
  floor, as if once it might have been rife with damage; now, these patterns 
  seem only to add to the ethereal feel of the place, giving your surroundings 
  a flowing, airy look. The air is full of a barely palpable tingle, a sense 
  of welcome, a stronger sense of magic.
At one end of the corridor you can see the stairs that wind back down into the 
  lower level of this place; at the opposite end, a tall doorway that glimmers 
  golden in the faint light.
Obvious exits:
Scroll Chamber  Winding Stairway  

Ekuar has arrived.
Ekuar says "Come, come, down we go."

Rayek nods readily, taking his time in going down the stairs. Ekuar's not 
  fast, he remembers. Shouldn't get ahead of him.

You make your way down the staircase.
Entry Hall(#8823RAF)
High-ceilinged, airy, this chamber widens out from the doorway that serves as 
  its entrance from outside to an expansive room, filled with little more than 
  strangely ornate walls and the occasional column, rising up to the ceiling 
  far overhead. Closer inspection of the walls reveals patterns shaped into 
  their surfaces, sometimes of wings, or flowers, or the lithe forms of elves 
  -- and sometimes of images that defy description. The air is full of a 
  subliminal shimmer that plays at the edge of elfin senses, a tingle that 
  feels welcoming even in its eldritch oddness.
A long winding stairway twines its way up out of this chamber and into the 
  upper heights of this place; you might be able to find other ways out of 
  here, but the only other exit in immediate sight is the archway and doors 
  that lead outside.
Contents:
WolfFlame
Obvious exits:
Corridor  Winding Stairway  Doorway<Out>  

Ekuar comes down the stairs from above.
Ekuar has arrived.

WolfFlame sits on a step half alseep, the tiny cracks that had riddled it now 
  mended

Rayek wanders down the stairs, accompanied by Ekuar, and smiles absently in 
  WolfFlame's direction. "She's a shaper, did you know that, Ekuar?" he 
  comments.

Ekuar taps his way steadily down the great stairway, always close to Rayek. He 
  doesn't rush-- that would be against his very nature-- but he does move with 
  a firm, steady, strong purpose.

WolfFlame rubs her eyes and looks up absently, "Oh heyla you two"

Ekuar nods to Rayek, gently, his gaze moving to WolfFlame for a few gentle 
  moments. He smiles proudly at the Wolfrider. "I'm glad to see you, my dear." 
  If WolfFlame looks close enough, though, she will see that Ekuar's joy and 
  pleasure in seeing her is grounded atop a much stronger emotion... He seems 
  decisive, and determined, which is not a usual surface trait of the amiable 
  elder.

Rayek, distracted smile still playing at the corners of his mouth, tells Ekuar 
  contentedly, "I'm glad we got more shapers to help you... an immense amount 
  of work you've had to do..."

Petalwing has arrived.

WolfFlame smiles softly and nods, "I'm trying to help...I'm just not very good 
  at this yet.."

Petalwing flitflitflits into view, piping, /Hellohellohello highthings!/

WolfFlame looks up and smiles, "Hello Petalwing"

Rayek looks mildly up at the Preserver and smiles crookedly at it. "Hello, 
  bug..."

Ekuar nods to Rayek, even before the words have finished coming out of the 
  desert elf's mouth. "Mmm, perhaps, yes. But I have loved it, every moment." 
  He looks to WolfFlame again, and beams, his frame seeming to lose some of 
  its tension. His eyes linger on the step where WolfFlame healed the cracks, 
  and he nods approvingly.

Petalwing peers at Rayek and asks him, /Sharpdark highthing all done with 
  nastybad dreamsleep now?/

Rayek agrees serenely, "All done, Petalwing. I won't be moping anymore."

Ekuar pipes up, his gaze going from WolfFlame to the bright little preserver: 
  "Yes, dear little thing, that's what he says. Eh-- he's done. Done 
  'moping.'" He looks sideways at Rayek for a moment, thoughtfully.

Petalwing blinkblinks, quirking its little head, and flits over to Ekuar to 
  peer at him, then back to Rayek. It lands on the airwalker's shoulder, as 
  Rayek informs it easily, "Ekuar and I have work to do. Isn't that right, 
  Ekuar?"
Petalwing declares hopefully, /Petalwing help!/
Petalwing flits happily up to your shoulder!

Ekuar bobs his head steadily at Rayek. "Eh! Work, indeed. Very important! 
  There's much to do for Brownskin and me."

WolfFlame stands and stretches slightly, ** I'm going to get some rest...I'm 
  glad you're feeling better Rayek, if you need me I'll be about **

Rayek tells Petalwing benignly, "Certainly," and starts to smile to Ekuar. 
  Then his brow furrows slightly, and he asks the old rockshaper, looking 
  slightly lost, "Are we going to work here?"

Ekuar regards WolfFlame with one more moment of gentle pride, then turns and 
  moves toward the side corridor. "No, my dear," he says, urging Rayek that 
  way with nudges of his shoulder. "No, indeed. Come, keep moving. Very 
  important things await."

Rayek smiles to WolfFlame then, a bit vacantly, and graciously inclines his 
  head. "Forgive my not thanking your efforts before, maiden; I have been of 
  horrible manners, as of late. Eh, Ekuar? Oh... alright...."
Rayek wanders off in the direction nudged.

WolfFlame smiles to Rayek and nods, "It's alright, so much is happening, I 
  understand"

[As Ekuar lingers near WolfFlame, trying to tell her to look after the
 rockshaping in the Palace without quite coming out and saying what he's
 up to, Rayek wanders past Delenbae without saying anything to him.
 Delenbae disconnected, though, after his first pose, thus Rayek
 and Ekuar head on into their chamber...]
 
Ekuar taps in, close to Rayek, his frail body somehow energized from within by 
  an unknown source.

Petalwing pipes curiously to Ekuar, /What highthings do? Petalwing help?/

Ekuar taps steadily for the doorway, seeming to take larger steps than usual 
  on the wooden leg. He peers up at the preserver. "Yes, pretty Petalwing. You 
  can help. Come inside the room, we'll all set to work."
Ekuar's tone is gentle and brisk.

Rayek frowns, just a bit, absently. But unprotestingly, as he's ushered into 
  the room.

Rayek's Chamber(#7481RFL)
Spare of design, but smaller than many of the rest of the chambers of the 
  Palace of the High Ones, this quiet nook is the place Rayek has appropriated 
  for what passes as his rest. Like the rest of the Palace, it is a room of 
  oddly rippling walls and ceiling and floor, a room where a flicker out of 
  the corner of your eye might be a shadow -- or perhaps a lingering spirit. 
  But there is little to relieve the starkness of the room save for a 
  gathering of sleepfurs on the floor, and the perfectly prosaic light of 
  torches in their shaped holders on the walls.
Obvious exits:
Corridor<Out>  

Out in the corridor, Ekuar has left.
Ekuar has arrived.

Rayek totters to a halt, looking around idly. "What work do we have to do in 
  here?"

Ekuar looks about the room, appraisingly, eyeing the few neatly stowed 
  belongings here and there. "Petalwing... can you help gather up our things, 
  eh? Pack them up, light and snug." He looks to Rayek, and says with the 
  gentle tone of a loving parent, "You, Brownskin, can begin your work by 
  making sure you have sturdy shoes on. Eh? And tighten your laces, and fetch 
  your cloak. And mine, while you're about it. Come, come, hop!"

Petalwing peeps, /Petalwing can make wrapstuff to carry!/ Happily, it flits 
  down to do so.

Ekuar patpats Rayek encouragingly on the small of the back.

Rayek blinks down at his feet. "Shoes? Oh... alright..." He kneels to inspect 
  the lacings of his sandals: secure. Then obediently reaches for the cloaks. 
  "Are we going somewhere?"

Petalwing flits about merrily, spootzing a nice hangy-down sort of wrapstuff. 
  /Bag!/ it proclaims happily, and dangles it for Ekuar.

Ekuar clucks his tongue, his eyes twinkling at Rayek. "Never you mind. Eh, no. 
  You just do what old Ekuar tells you, do the work he sets for you, and 
  everything will be fine!" He nods reassuringly.
Ekuar ahhhs obediently at the preserver's handiwork. "Well done! You take care 
  of us excellently, little Petalwing."

Rayek, mollified, smiles with a kind of childlike trust at the old shaper, 
  scooping up his own rich red cloak and Ekuar's travel cloak as well.

Petalwing beams. /Petalwing take good care of highthings!/ It starts putting 
  things into the wrapstuff bag, anything small enough for Preserver hands to 
  grab: an eating knife. A sandal-lace. A thong for tying Rayek's hair.

Ekuar takes his cloak from Rayek and drapes it expertly over his maimed side, 
  slipping the lace dextrously around his neck with the agility of long 
  practice. He bends and fetches some of his own things, one by one... 
  assorted clothes, tidbits and packages from the festival, various and sundry 
  things.
Ekuar says mildly, "Come now, Brownskin. Fetch your things. Things you like, 
  things you need. Put them in the bag."

Rayek tilts his head slightly at Petalwing's activity, momentarily perplexed. 
  Watching the dancing bells jingle their way into the wrapstuff bag, he 
  offers, "I should carry that... or float it... it will be heavy..." even as 
  he takes a few uncertain steps around the room. Precious few possessions 
  Rayek has: some scraps of clothing and simple jewellry, a dagger, nothing 
  else. And he's already wearing most of everything he owns.

Ekuar finishes tucking his small belongings into the bag, tucking in a 
  carefully wrapped package of dried travel food, courtesy of Savah and left 
  from the festival journey. He nods. "Yes, my dear. Why don't you carry it." 
  He looks around the room once more, eyes scanning the place carefully. "Eh-- 
  take one or two of those furs, would you? Over your shoulders, or tie them 
  in a roll and I'll bear them."

Rayek hmmms. "Are we going to take another chamber? Is this one unsound?" He 
  pauses, then readily nods, scooping up the sleepfurs in question and draping 
  them across one red-clad shoulder.

Petalwing oohs. /Highthings go?/

Ekuar replies absently, as if he's in one of his muzzy reveries and hasn't 
  heard the questions properly... but his brown eyes are large and clear, 
  belying his doddering appearance. "Eh... oh... no, no, nothing to worry 
  about. No need to fret, dear ones, Ekuar's taking good care of you, hm?"

Rayek deftly settles the wrapstuff pack on his other shoulder, and looks 
  guilelessly at Ekuar. Assured, then, he nods peacefully. "What shall we do 
  now?"

Ekuar nods once at the chamber and taps steadily for the door. "Come come, 
  let's go back this way. To the entry hall, where the decorations are so very 
  lovely."
Ekuar steps out into the corridor.
Ekuar has left.
Out in the corridor, Ekuar steps out from Rayek's chamber.
Out in the corridor, Ekuar has arrived.

You step out into the corridor.
Side Corridor(#6192RFL)
This is one of the smaller corridors through the Palace, and gives less of a 
  feeling of airy, open space than the larger passageways do. The damage that 
  the Palace recently suffered is still at least somewhat in evidence here; 
  the walls are whole, but at their bases, and up around the ceiling and at 
  the tops of columns, remain signs of cracks and chipping.
Contents:
Ekuar
Obvious exits:
Rayek's Chamber<RC>  Entry Hall<Out>  

Ekuar heads for the entry hall, his manner cheerful and brisk.

Rayek wanders out after you, pleased that he's making his mentor happy.

Ekuar has left.

Entry Hall(#8823RAF)
Contents:
Ekuar
Obvious exits:
Corridor  Winding Stairway  Doorway<Out>  

Ekuar gives the entry hall one more look, his expression unreadable, before 
  turning to the doorway. "Eh. I could use a bit of air, hm, my dear? Stretch 
  my legs, too. Or my leg, perhaps I ought to say." He chuckles and moves 
  toward the door leading outside.

Rayek follows readily, shouldering the pack and the furs with ease. 
  "Alright..."

Ekuar steps through the doorway outside.
Ekuar approaches the huge stone structure.
Ekuar has left.

You step out through the doorway, leaving the entry hall behind.
Palace(#500Jae)
You see before you a tall stone structure, taller by far than any elf or human 
  or troll. There is something odd about its appearance -- it almost seems to 
  blend in with its surroundings, at least if you are not close to it. But the 
  closer you get, the more it seems to *tug* at you, and show to you its 
  battered towers and spires. The nearest wall sports a long, winding ripple 
  that might once have been a mighty crack, and the nearest visible entryway, 
  a doorway at least as tall as two elves, sports a pair of heavy, ornate 
  doors.
Contents:
Ekuar
Obvious exits:
Doorway  
You approach the huge battered stone structure.

Rayek steps outside, and his amber eyes glimmer in the not-quite-darkness 
  around the Palace's walls. Petalwing flits nearby, and oooohs confidingly to 
  Ekuar, Petalwing go for walk with highthings?/

Ekuar stops for a moment, and lifts his hand from his staff to rest it against 
  the Palace's stone doorway... He remains still for a few seconds, his eyes 
  veiling as he communes with the ancient rock, the very stuff of the 
  long-lost homeworld. Then he gives an energetic shake of his head, withdraws 
  from the contact, and grasps his staff with a singular purpose. He nods to 
  Petalwing. "Yes, yes! Indeed, let's go for a walk. A nice long walk."

Rayek pauses, frowning uncertainly for just an instant. "You don't think 
  they'll mind? Azeure and Delenbae, I mean? And Ktai and Suntop? They all 
  need me to do things, they've been telling me that a lot..."

Ekuar does not hesitate-- he heads away from the Palace with a steady, careful 
  pace, his posture and nearness urging Rayek to do the same. He looks up at 
  his student, his eyes fixing on Rayek's eyes. Speaking distinctly, though 
  very gently, he says: "You mustn't worry about them. Come with me, and do 
  what I tell you, eh? Everything's going to be all right."

Rayek smiles vaguely. Right. He's not supposed to worry, he remembers. Soothed 
  by his teacher's lulling words, he does not even suggest telling anyone 
  about this walk, as Petalwing settles down on his shoulder, and they both 
  follow Ekuar out.

Ekuar moves away from the huge stone structure nearby.
Ekuar has left.
Some distance away, Ekuar has arrived.

You move away from the huge stone structure, stepping around the rubble that 
  litters its immediate vicinity.
Wide Pass Through World's Spine Mountains
This wide pass is nearly an entire days' ride from one side to the other, from 
  what you can tell. The sun is still hard and heavy here, but the looming 
  presence of the mountains to either side seem to lessen the drain of the 
  barren waste.
Contents:
Ekuar
Cloudripper
Darknight(#4013Jaes)
Nightfeather(#2638IJMae)
ShootingStar(#3911IJMUaep)
OOC SIGN: Palace visitors, read me! (Last Updated: 11/23/95)(#10156)
Palace(#500Jae)
Obvious exits:
Northwest<NW>  South<S>  

Rayek stares around at his surroundings in a kind of absent wonder, 
  particularly the stars, but trots along placidly beside his teacher.

Ekuar leans easily into his strides, his wooden leg a familiar part of his 
  body, eyes scanning the terrain ahead. With the same happy energy, he heads 
  into the night, humming slightly under his breath... His face does not 
  reflect pure happiness, though, nor is it entirely energetic or joyful. 
  There's urgent decision there, and a driving purpose.

Ekuar heads towards Northwest<NW>
Ekuar has left.

You head towards the Foot of the World's Spine Mountains.
Foot of the World's Spine Mountains(#350RJ)
You are standing at the base of the World's Spine Mountains. To the north is a 
  vast, desolate plain, while your passage to the south is blocked by the 
  mountains themselves. To the southeast you notice a wide pass that may lead 
  you further on.
A harsh desert wind blows in from the north.
Contents:
Ekuar
Briarholt Temporary Camp(#3378AJLa)
Obvious exits:
SouthEast<SE>  North<N>  

Rayek follows along beside you, glancing only briefly at the Palace behind... 
  but, no, he's not supposed to worry, and he is with Ekuar. Everything will 
  be fine. Petalwing flits happily on his fur-covered shoulder, and the 
  threesome make their way into the night.

[End log.]