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NODE SANDRAHELLO
A mysterious, middle-aged woman, robed in brown, rough material approaches you
as you enter the inn.  Her brown eyes tell you that she clearly means business.
"I hear you are looking for work."
NEWNODE SANDRAHELLOWORK
OPTIONS 2
SANDRAWORK "Why yes, I am."
SANDRANOWORK "Umm... No, thank you."

NODE SANDRAHELLOWORK
The mysterious woman watches you approach.  "You've reconsidered
my offer for work?"
OPTIONS 2
SANDRAWORK "Yes, I have."
SANDRANOWORK "Umm... No, thank you."

NODE SANDRANOWORK
"Sorry, my mistake."
The mysterious woman turns her back to you.
OPTIONS 1
BYE You turn away.

NODE SANDRAWORK
"Very well.  I have a job I need done."
The woman pauses as though she might reconsider.
"You must promise me that once you accept this job, you
will follow through, and you must tell NO ONE about it."
OPTIONS 2
SANDRAWORK2 "Very well.  I promise."
SANDRANOWORK "I cannot make that promise."

NODE SANDRAWORK2
"Good.  You will need such strength."  $LINE
"There are some ruins deep in the forest south of here.
I have been sent to retrieve a precious artifact from
these ruins, but told that I cannot myself enter these
ruins.  Apparently, it is more dangerous for one with
my... skills."  She seems irritated, but quickly moves
on.  "I can give you a key to the ruins and some
information about the artifact you are to retrieve --
it is called the Stone of Night.  This artifact is
worth something to the one who sent me, for historical
reasons.  It has played a large role in our worlds'
past.  I will pay you with a gem worth at least 100
gold if you can bring the Stone of Night to me.  I will
wait here in the inn for your return.  I will also give
you this BlueStone as a sign of my good faith." $LINE
She hands you a key, a stone, and two books.
NEWNODE SANDRAHELLO2
TAKEITEM $Rusty Key$
TAKEITEM $On the Stone of Night$
TAKEITEM $Prophecies of Dianna$
TAKEITEM $BlueStone$
SET HaveBlueStone=1
OPTIONS 1
BYE "I will return with the Stone of Night."

NODE SANDRAHELLO2
IF KeeganJoins==1 GOTO SANDRAKEEGAN
IF LostStone==1 GOTO SANDRALOSTSTONE
"You have some questions?"
OPTIONS 2
IF HaveBlueStone==1 SANDRABLUESTONE "What is a BlueStone?"
BYE "No.  Thank you."

NODE SANDRABLUESTONE
The mysterious woman's demeanor becomes lighthearted for
a moment.  "Ahh, youth."  $LINE
"A BlueStone is a stone traditionally given to show the
strongest of promises.  I gave one to you for promise of
the reward should you bring me the Stone of Night."
OPTIONS 1
SANDRAHELLO2 "Oh, thanks."

NODE SANDRAKEEGAN
The anger in Sandra's face forces you back a step. $LINE
"You!  I thought I told you to tell no one of your mission."
OPTIONS 1
SANDRAKEEGAN2 "But, I didn't tell her.  She's following me."

NODE SANDRAKEEGAN2
"Following you?" $LINE
She studies you for a moment, her anger fading. $LINE
Suddenly, she breaks out in a moment of laughter.  "Now,
how could I expect you to stop a woman who wishes to
follow."  She conspiratorily winks at Keegan, who scowls
back.
SET KeeganJoins=0
OPTIONS 1
BYE "Umm, I better get back to work."

NODE SANDRALOSTSTONE
As you approach the still form of the stranger, you see that
she is indeed badly hurt.  Tavish has done her best to tie
up and cover wounds and apply poultices, but it clearly won't
be enough.  Many of the townsfolk sit in vigil for the one who
protected them from harm.  Strangely, it seems when you look directly at the
woman, her image seems vavy, as though through mist or water,
and it almost seems as though you see a different face
through the mist than the one she wears.  As you approach,
you feel a tightness in your stomache and your head begins
to throb.  You feel drawn to her and you watch as you lay
your hands upon her.  The tightness in your stomach releases
and your head cracks with thunder...$LINE
$LINE
When you wake up, you

NODE KEEGANHELLO
"Hi, $PLAYER.  Found any great adventures yet?"
OPTIONS 2
IF HaveBlueStone==1 KEEGANBLUESTONE "What do you know about BlueStones?"
BYE "Hi and bye."

NODE KEEGANBLUESTONE
"A BlueStone???  $PLAYER, surely don't expect me
to take that and become 'yours'.  You know I want
adventure before I commit to wed.  And what are you
thinking, you don't even have a job." $LINE
Keegan's needling tone really gets to you.
OPTIONS 1
KEEGANJOB "Ha!  For your information, I HAVE a job!"

NODE KEEGANJOB
"Oh, really," she says with scorn, "doing what,
may I ask?" $LINE
You remember belatedly that the job is supposed to
be a secret.
OPTIONS 1
KEEGANJOB2 "Umm, I cannot say."

NODE KEEGANJOB2
"Well, then, I shall just have to follow you around
until I find out, won't I."
OPTIONS 1
KEEGANJOB3 "No, Keegan, you can't."

NODE KEEGANJOB3
"$PLAYER, lets see you try to stop me!"
SET KeeganJoins=1
SET HaveBlueStone=0
JOIN
OPTIONS 1
BYE "Grrr."

NODE TOBEFIRSTHELLO
NEWNODE TOBEHELLO
"Ahh, good day to ya!  Me name be Tobe."
GOTO TOBEHELLO

NODE TOBEHELLO
"Ken I be interestin' ya in some nice boots t'day?
Yer always needin' boots in these parts. "
Tobe leans forward, looking around his empty shop as though
someone might be listening.
"Or mayhaps ya be lookin' for something a little different..."
OPTIONS 3
TOBEDIFFERENT "What do you mean?"
TOBENODIFFERENT "No, thank you."
IF HaveBlueStone==1 TOBEBLUESTONE "What do you know of BlueStones?"

NODE TOBEHELLO2
"Ahh, good day to ya!"
Tobe leans forward, looking around his empty shop as though
someone might be listening.
"Have ya' 'ad much luck with the slithery ones?"
OPTIONS 3
TOBEYES "Yes, I've got some here."
TOBENO "No, not yet."
IF HaveBlueStone==1 TOBEBLUESTONE "What do you know of BlueStones?"

NODE TOBEBLUESTONE
Ahh, "I gave one to me wife when I proposed.  Looked very much
like the one you have there."
OPTIONS 2
IF HaveSandrasKnife==0 TOBEHELLO "Thanks."
IF HaveSandrasKnife==1 TOBEHELLO2 "Thanks."

NODE TOBEYES
"Let's not waste time talkin' then, and git down to business."
OPTIONS 1
BYE "Bye."

NODE TOBENO
"Ah, well.  Good luck to thee, if ya' decide to hunt 'em."
OPTIONS 1
BYE "Bye."

NODE TOBEDIFFERENT
NEWNODE TOBEHELLO2
Tobe's eyes brighten.  "Why, I've figur'd out how to make clothes
tougher than leather, I 'ave.  And I use the local varments to do it
to, I do.  Why I use nun uther than the infestuous snakes in this 'ere
forest.  And look... " he picks up a green, snakeskin shirt and stabs
his dagger into it.  The dagger jumps off to the side, barely scratching
the surface.  "Why 'em snakes got hides tougher 'en stone, they 'as.
Only problem is kechin' 'em.  Ya' know, I'd be paying ya' 1 Gold for ich
ya' brung me, if y'ere interested..." Tobe's eyes drift off to another
time.  "Used ta be me wife'd hunt 'em down."
OPTIONS 1
TOBEWIFE "Your wife?"

NODE TOBEWIFE
"Alas, me poor Sandra was lost a year ago now."  He wistfully smiles
and winks at you.  "Best huntress in these parts, she was.  And, Oh,
did she love her work.  She could skin a snake faster 'n cleaner
'en any of 'em guards.  Ah, but me life is empty w'out 'er."
OPTIONS 1
TOBEWIFESDEATH "What happened to her?"

NODE TOBEWIFESDEATH
"Ah, seems she hunted once to often.  I found some of 'er bones and
'er skinnin' knife.  She'd a not left w'out that knife.  'Ats
when I knew she was dead.  Alas, seein' this knife is too hard."
He looks at it one last time, then hands it to you.  "'Ere, you
take it.  I canno' look at it any longer.  It be too hard."
Tobe turns away from you, wiping a tear from his eye.
TAKEITEM $Sandra's Knife$
SET HaveSandrasKnife=1
OPTIONS 1
BYE "I'm sorry for your loss.  I'll use it well."

NODE TOBENODIFFERENT
"Fine, fine.  You be lettin' me know if ya' need anythin'."
OPTIONS 1
BYE "Bye."

NODE SMITHYHELLO
"Good day, $PLAYER"  The Blacksmith seems busy with his work.
"Let me know if I can do anything for you."
OPTIONS 2
SMITHYWORK "Any work available?"
BYE "Bye."

NODE SMITHYWORK
Smithy takes a break from his hammering.  "I'm sorry, $PLAYER,
but the poor market up north means the farmers aren't making
much.  That means they're not buying new tools and I don't
have as much business.  I don't really have anything for you
to do."
OPTIONS 2
SMITHYRUDE "You're just afraid I'd do better work aren't you?"
BYE "Oh.  Thanks anyway."

NODE SMITHYRUDE
Smithy laughs deeply.  "With those puny arms... I'm not worried."
OPTIONS 2
SMITHYRUDE2 "Considering your 'affinity' for horses, you need strong arms."
BYE You turn and leave.

NODE SMITHYRUDE2
Smithy's laugh cuts off abruptly as he picks up his hammer and
starts swinging.
BYEFIGHT You defend yourself.

NODE GHARRYHELLO
IF LostStone==1 GOTO GHARRYLOSTSTONE
"Good day, $PLAYER"  The innkeeper is his usually busy self.
"Let me know if I can do anything for you," he says with
a fatherly smile as he moves about the inn.
GOTO GHARRYQUESTIONS

NODE GHARRYLOSTSTONE1
"$PLAYER, where have you been?!"  Without giving a pause for
you to answer, he barrels on with,
NEWNODE GHARRYHELLO2
GOTO GHARRYLOSTSTONE2

NODE GHARRYHELLO2
"A sad thing that happened, $PLAYER.  That valiant woman was
wounded defending our town."
GOTO GHARRYQUESTIONS

NODE GHARRYLOSTSTONE2
"While you were gone, the town was attacked by
giant rats coming out of the forest.  That woman who was
staying here went out and defended the town, she was amazing
with that bow and sword!  But she was wounded, and I'm afraid
Tavish will not be able to help her.  She is with Tavish now."
GOTO GHARRYQUESTIONS

NODE GHARRYQUESTIONS
OPTIONS 6
GHARRYMYSTERIOUSWOMAN "Gharry, who is the mysterious woman?"
GHARRYTRADE "How is trade this year?"
IF HaveBlueStone==1 GHARRYBLUESTONE "What's the signifigance of a BlueStone?"
GHARRYRUDE1 "Is that your cooking I smell, or has one of the guests died?"
IF LostStone==1 GHARRYLOSTSTONE2 "What happened while I was gone again?"
BYE "Bye."

NODE GHARRYRUDE1
Gharry is taken aback. "I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood you... what
was that?"
OPTIONS 2
GHARRYQUESTIONS "Oh, nothing."
GHARRYRUDE2 "My mistake.  Its probably just frogs in that swill you call ale."

NODE GHARRYRUDE2
Gharry's eyes narrow and his face flushes red.  "Why you little..."
OPTIONS 1
BYEFIGHT You dodge his first swing.

NODE GHARRYBLUESTONE
Gharry chuckles deeply.  "Well, I guess you should be
asking Keegan about that, now shouldn't you?"
GOTO GHARRYQUESTIONS

NODE GHARRYTRADE
"Oh, I hear its rough up north this year.  But Whitewater
has stood alone for generations, and we'll continue come
hell or high water.  You should go ask Maleki if you want
to know more."
GOTO GHARRYQUESTIONS

NODE GHARRYMYSTERIOUSWOMAN
Gharry lowers his voice to a whisper and looks clandestinely
at the woman to be sure she cannot overhear.  "She came in
a couple of days ago, asking questions about the people of
WhiteWater and the stories we tell."  He takes on a tone of
self-rightousness.  "Of course, I'm not one to listen
to rumor, but I have heard a story or two in my time."
Then he relaxes and smiles a bit.
"But so far I haven't learned anything about her."
GOTO GHARRYQUESTIONS


NODE MALEKIHELLO
The farmer smiles as you approach.  "Hey, $PLAYER, how are you?"
He looks around at his dying crops and thin sheep and sighs.
"Sorry, $PLAYER, but I don't think I'll have any work for you
this year.  You can see that the crops are bad, and Tjerry
says the markets up north are bad this year, so I can't expect
much income.  Which means I can't afford to hire anyone."
SET KnowBadSales=1
OPTIONS 1
BYE "Thanks for letting me know.  Bye."

NODE TJERRYHELLO
"How may I help you?" the merchant smiles warmly.
OPTIONS 2
IF KnowBadSales==1 TJERRYBADSALES "I hear sales are tough this year up north..."
BYE "I'm just looking, thanks."

NODE TJERRYBADSALES
"You're right there.  My whole life I've never seen things so bad
or heard so much rumor.  Whole villiages disappearing, NightRunners
stealing children, families found slaughtered.  And the truth is
frightening enough."
OPTIONS 1
TJERRYTRUTH "The truth?"

NODE TJERRYTRUTH
"The truth is that the Legions of Light are mobilizing.  Now, I
don't have the Legion's sources, but they wouldn't march without
reason.  Perhaps you should talk with the Healer, I hear she used
to be with the Legions.  But the recruitment is raising taxes and
taking away young men and women.  No one can afford anything.
But even worse for the market is everyone's perception."
SET TavishInLegion=1
OPTIONS 1
TJERRYPERCEPTION "How do you mean?"

NODE TJERRYPERCEPTION
"People's perception greatly affects the market.  When times are
good, people are more free with their money.  Presently, people
are losing hope.  They'll buy only what they have to...
if they can afford it..."  Tjerry mumbles under her breath, "...
and steal whatever else they think they need."
OPTIONS 1
BYE "Thanks for the info."

NODE TAVISHHELLO
"Good day, young sir."  Looking up from her book the healer
gives you the wry half-smile which is all she has seemed
capable of since you've known her.  Her eyes have always
conveyed a sense of knowledge one would be better off without.
"Anything on the shelf is for sale."
GOTO TAVISHQUESTIONS

NODE TAVISHQUESTIONS
OPTIONS 3
If TavishInLegion==1 TAVISHINLEGION "We're you in the Legions of Light?"
If TavishInLegion==2 TAVISHINLEGION "Tell me again about the Legions of Light?"
BYE "Thanks.  Bye."

NODE TAVISHINLEGION
She blinks, momentarily taken aback.  She seems unsettled and
uncomfortable, but says "Yes.  Before I came to Whitewater, I was
a physician for the Legions.  They are, in fact, what I was trying
to leave behind when I came here."  She seems almost in pain as
her mind cannot help but bring back old memories.  "I think maybe
it has been long enough now that I can talk about it again.  And
I think the lessons I learned are lessons best learned second-hand."
$LINE$
$LINE$
She bids you to sit and begins telling you of her past.  "The
Legions of Light are a military cult.  I'm not
familiar with thier origins... perhaps they once had a good
purpose.  But now there purpose is singular... they hunt and
destroy magic.  They consider magic to be inherently evil and
seek to end its prescense in this world.  Now, hating magic is
actually part of my upbringing, though I question the wisdom of
that along with everything else these days.  I joined the Legions
when I was young, full of self-rightousness and confident that
I would make the world a better place by helping to rid it of
magic.  Regardless, it is
the steps that the Legions take to insure the end of magic which I fled
from.  They find rumors, torture to get people to name their
friends wizard and sorceress, and I will never forget the screams
when the Troop I was in boarded a whole village into their Inn and
burned it to the ground.  Though the screams ended quickly, I still
feel I can smell the burning bodies... and the look in the eyes of
my fellow 'do-gooders' as they watched the Inn burn."  She pauses
a moment, lost in the past, then shakes her head to try and clear
it.  "What they do is wrong, whatever the end result might be.  I
could not live with what I was doing and what I had done, and so
I fled.  Here.  Far enough that I hope the Legion shall never find
me, for they consider leaving the Legion a sign of your corruption
by magic."  She looks you clearly in the eye.  "There are two
important lessons I learned from my experience.  The first was to
decide for myself what is right and wrong.  And the second... well,
never forget that
your actions unto others will also affect you."
OPTIONS 1
TAVISHADVICE "I will try to remember your advice."

NODE TAVISHADVICE
Tavish smiles encouragingly, but with the same half-wry smile she
always has had.  You understand finally the look in her eyes of
knowledge which is best learned second-hand.
Set TavishInLegion=2
GOTO TAVISHQUESTIONS


NODE BRACCUS
A middle-aged man with thinning hair sits before you, garbed in
an elegant black robe inscribed with mystic insignia.  His
concentration on the book before him is so deep that he does not
notice your presense until you stand over him.  Startled, he
casts a quick glance over his shoulder at the kitchen.  But
whatever it is he expects to see he does not find, and he turns
back to you glaring.  "Its about time you got here.  Whats it
been... oh, two-hundred years!  Did you expect me to live
forever?!"
OPTIONS 2
BRACCUSSORRY "Umm... sorry about that."
BRACCUSNOTSORRY "Who the hell are you?"

NODE BRACCUSSORRY
"Well, you should be."  His ire fades a bit, but you can see that
this is a man who is quick and often to temper.  "My name is
Braccus.  I know, I know...
you have tons of questions," he says with understanding.  Then
his heavry brows knit together in anger. "Well, I'm a busy man.
Here's what you need to know:  You're trapped.  This so called
library", he says with scorn, "has had cast upon it the biggest Spell
of Preservation every cast.  We, the Child Prophets, cast the
spell in order to preserve the information you need and to protect
the Stone of Night while awaiting YOUR return."  His accusatory
tone leaves you startled and confused.  "Due to a series of
unfortunate accidents, all of the other members of our precious
sect have died... but thanks to the ingenious Spell of Preservation,
they did not pass on.  Their bodies are still walking around,
defending the Stone.  Another magical spell, cast before the Spell
of Preservation, hides the exit from this hell-hole.  So, in order
for you to leave, you're going to have to go down into the tombs,
retrieve the Stone, and bring it me.  I can use the Stone to end
the Spell and we can get the hell out of here!  Any questions?"
You can tell from his tone that there had better not be.  Almost
without pause he adds, "The door to the tombs is in the kitchen.
I threw the key into the children's playroom after I last locked
up my undead brethren."  He dismisses you with a curt return to
his books.
OPTIONS 1
BYE You turn to go.
NEWNODE BRACCUSQUESTIONS

NODE BRACCUSQUESTIONS
"Look, I'm a busy man.  You don't have the Stone and I don't
have the time.  The Stone is in the tomb.  The door is in the kitchen.
The key is in the playroom.  Go."
OPTIONS 3
BRACCUSNOTSORRY2 "Thanks, you crotchety old bastard."
IF HAVEITEM $Stone of Night$  BRACCUSSTONE "But I HAVE the stone."
BYE You turn to go.

NODE BRACCUSNOTSORRY
The man's eyes practically pop out of his skull.  His cheeks
and the balding part of his head flush a bright red and he practically
quivers with rage.  "You think you can do this without me, you
Spawn of the Void?!  When you're ready to show the proper respect
to your elders, you come crawling back to me.  Believe me, you'll
never leave this place without my help and I guaran-damn-tee you
that after waiting two-hundred years I can wait for your apology."
He abruptly turns his back to you and marches off.
OPTIONS 1
BYE You turn and go.
NEWNODE BRACCUSANGRY1

NODE BRACCUSANGRY1
His burning anger seems to have calmed to a smoldering fire.
"Well?"
OPTIONS 2
BRACCUSSORRY "Umm... sorry about that."
BRACCUSNOTSORRY2 "You're a flipped out, freakin' loony!"

NODE BRACUSNOTSORRY2
His eyes take on a frightening new degree of lunacy. "Maybe
next time the Lost Soul will find a more polite host body."
He starts mumbling in some ancient, mystic tongue, clearly
intending to do you harm.
OPTIONS 1
BYEFIGHT You defend yourself.

NODE BRACCUSSTONE
His gaze sharpens and the very air seems to become still.
"Well then, we can get gone.  Give me the Stone so that I
can break the Spell and get us out."
OPTIONS 2
BRACUSSGIVESTONE You hand over the stone.
BRACUSNOTSORRY2 "I don't think so."

NODE BRACCUSGIVESTONE
GIVEITEM $Stone of Night$
When you hand over the Stone, the light eminating from within
it goes out.  Braccus begins waving his free hand over the
stone and chanting mystically.  You feel tugs of power and
see movement in the corner of your eye as some spell is cast.
The Stone begins to glow again, but this time with a penetrating
darkness rather than light.  Braccus stops chanting as the
darkness of the Stone grows, beginning to envolop him.  He looks
up at you and his wry grin never reaches the angry look in his
eyes.  "At long last the Stone is mine.  As thanks, I shall not
kill you, but let you rot as I did in this pit for all eternity."
With that the darkness of the stone swallows him up, then with
a dark flash, both he and the Stone are gone.
SET LostStone=1
OPTIONS 1
BYE You blink and move on.


NODE DIANNAHELLO
This dessicated corpse of a woman ambles toward you with
less mal-intent than the rest.  Though you find her molding
corpse repulsive and her twitching movements alarming, she
appears to be trying to gesture soothingly.  As she approaches,
the smell of rot becomes overwhelming.  Though her
eye sockets are empty, she peers at you intently, and though her
teeth and tongue are gone, she speaks will a clear and hauntingly
beautiful voice.  "Greetings, $PLAYER."  Her attempt at a smile
turns your stomache.  "I have been expecting you for a long time.
I was and am Dianna, sometimes called the Child Prophet.  I
have seen your face for many years now and have known that we
would meet.  Sadly, though I was never a beauty, I believe my
looks have declined greatly in recent years.  Strangely, perhaps
as some sort of cosmic balance, I find that instead of the
usual babbling dribble in which I prophecise, I can speak more
clearly."
OPTIONS
DIANNAPROPHECY "Then, please, tell me what you see."
DIANNASMELL "You don't look nearly as bad as you smell."

NODE DIANNASMELL
"The Lost Soul chose poorly.  You will never succeed."  She
turns her back to you and walks away.
NEWNODE DIANNAHELLO2
OPTIONS 1
BYE You go about your business.

NODE DIANNAHELLO2
The corpse of the Prophet Dianna ignores you.
OPTIONS 1
BYE You go about your business.

NODE DIANNAPROPHECY
"Oh, mostly the usual stuff.  Fighting, magic, love, life... and
death.  I also see that your first step will be a false one,
but necessary.  That your victory will lead to failure.  That
your percieved failure is the only chance for the world.
The path will become quite narrow and precipitous, but you
can maintain the balance.  You will crawl through the bowels of the earth
and fly on Dragon's wings.  You will become lost but will
find yourself.  Unfortunately, to tell you too much will
cause your doom.  But there are a few things I can tell
you to help."
$LINE
$LINE
"You will need your betrothed and $DOG to complete your journey.
You should accept the help of others when offered."$LINE
$LINE
"One other thing.  When you run into Maglius... well, I'm afraid
he's lost his mind, but not his magic.  Its more than likely he will try to kill
you.  Best be prepared."  With that she departs.
OPTIONS 1
BYE You turn away.

NODE MAGLIUSHELLO
This poor ghoul is even worse off than Dianna.  Some pockets of
flesh still cling to his bone, but the tattered robe he wears
is in better shape.  "Well, well..." it says in a deep, rich
baritone, "... you think you can finally defeat me, eh?"  It
laughs maniacally and deeply.  "You will never have the Stone,
Braccus."
OPTIONS 2
MAGLIUSNOTBRACCUS "I am $PLAYER."
BYEFIGHT "I think I can."

NODE MAGLIUSNOTBRACCUS
"Oh, how very clever" it says mockingly.  "You're not Braccus."
The ghoulish figure starts prancing around, shaking its hips,
with little pieces of meat falling out of the robe.  "And I'm
Prophet Dianna" it says in falsetto.  "The world is doomed without
the Lost Child and we must prepare for his return.  La la la la
la."  He whips back around, fire dancing between his fingers.
"You'll not have the Stone, Braccus!"
OPTIONS 2
MAGLIUSNOTBRACCUS2 "But, I AM THE LOST CHILD!"
BYEFIGHT "Lets get this over with."

NODE MAGLIUSNOTBRACCUS2
"You're LOST all right.  You made a left turn at sanity and
kept going.  But you shall not fool me!  I'm not crazy!  I'M
NOT CRAZY!"  And with that, he charges you.
OPTIONS 1
BYEFIGHT You defend yourself.

NODE MAGLIUSDEAD
"Well, you've won.  If you truly are not Braccus, then please,
whatever else you do, do NOT give the Stone to Braccus."
OPTIONS 1
BYE You leave.

NODE