Ierglanthor

You stand on an intricately carved marble balcony overlooking the vast Courtyard of the Spire in Kualag.

You stand pensively upon the balcony, cold air caressing your face.

As has often been the case of late, you find yourself thinking of the storied glaive, Ierglanthor. You must acquire it at all costs!

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Ierglanthor

GlaiveName: 'Ierglanthor' _temp: random.d4 -- {embed passage: 'balcony'} [if _temp === 1] The noise of citizens bartering with peddlers and food vendors amid flagstoned kiosks is low and constant, like the murmurings of waves lapping a seashore. [if _temp === 2] Amid the statuary and fountains below the people of the city meander among the merchants of the bazaar, procuring food, clothing, and other necessities. [if _temp === 3] Even here in the heart of Kualag, the bitter cold of The Riming is not entirely unfelt. But its killing touch is tamed. Birds dip and swoop among the carts and stands below, occasionally carrying a morsel back to their nests within the city. [if _temp === 4] You stand pensively upon the balcony, cold air caressing your face. {embed passage: 'glaive_preoccupation'} [cont] > [[my chamber]] > [[exit city]]

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You stand on an intricately carved marble balcony overlooking the vast Courtyard of the Spire in [[kualag desc<-Kualag]].

As has often been the case of late, you find yourself thinking of the storied glaive, *{GlaiveName}*. You __must__ acquire it at all costs!

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