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|desc=Stitched together out of everything from mud-stained flags and old sales fliers to clerical robes and even Gorbesh battle banners, the sides of the tent ripple as the wind outside blows, allowing but the merest of whistling breezes through the gaps in its poorly fashioned form. You also see a mole-smashing game.<br /> |
|desc=Stitched together out of everything from mud-stained flags and old sales fliers to clerical robes and even Gorbesh battle banners, the sides of the tent ripple as the wind outside blows, allowing but the merest of whistling breezes through the gaps in its poorly fashioned form. You also see a mole-smashing game.<br /> |
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Obvious exits: south, out. |
Obvious exits: south, out. }} |
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|desc=Though frayed, taut ropes rise to the peak of the tent's tattered canvas, presumably holding its structure intact. A gust catches the tent outside, and, rather than felt, is seen as a curved wave rising up one side and washing down the other, sending the bristly ropes into an awkward dance and indicating that they are indeed fastened to nothing at all. You also see a mole-smashing game.<br /> |
|desc=Though frayed, taut ropes rise to the peak of the tent's tattered canvas, presumably holding its structure intact. A gust catches the tent outside, and, rather than felt, is seen as a curved wave rising up one side and washing down the other, sending the bristly ropes into an awkward dance and indicating that they are indeed fastened to nothing at all. You also see a mole-smashing game.<br /> |
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Obvious exits: north, west. |
Obvious exits: north, west. }} |
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|desc=The thumps and whistles of games going off -- seemingly at random, and with no provocation from any visible people -- echo strangely in this back portion of the tent. The sounds mingle with the chatter of passing festival goers from beyond the canvas walls, punctuating their sentences fragmented in passing with hoots and ringing. You also see a mole-smashing game.<br /> |
|desc=The thumps and whistles of games going off -- seemingly at random, and with no provocation from any visible people -- echo strangely in this back portion of the tent. The sounds mingle with the chatter of passing festival goers from beyond the canvas walls, punctuating their sentences fragmented in passing with hoots and ringing. You also see a mole-smashing game.<br /> |
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Obvious exits: east. |
Obvious exits: east. }} |
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Revision as of 09:18, 28 July 2013
| Grubby's Mole Smashin' Emporium | |
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| Event | Ice Festival |
| Owner | Grubby |
| # of Rooms | 3 |
| Store Type | Game |
This store only accepts Kronars
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[Grubby's Mole Smashin' Emporium]
Stitched together out of everything from mud-stained flags and old sales fliers to clerical robes and even Gorbesh battle banners, the sides of the tent ripple as the wind outside blows, allowing but the merest of whistling breezes through the gaps in its poorly fashioned form. You also see a mole-smashing game.
Obvious exits: south, out.
[Grubby's Mole Smashin' Emporium]
Though frayed, taut ropes rise to the peak of the tent's tattered canvas, presumably holding its structure intact. A gust catches the tent outside, and, rather than felt, is seen as a curved wave rising up one side and washing down the other, sending the bristly ropes into an awkward dance and indicating that they are indeed fastened to nothing at all. You also see a mole-smashing game.
Obvious exits: north, west.
[Grubby's Mole Smashin' Emporium]
The thumps and whistles of games going off -- seemingly at random, and with no provocation from any visible people -- echo strangely in this back portion of the tent. The sounds mingle with the chatter of passing festival goers from beyond the canvas walls, punctuating their sentences fragmented in passing with hoots and ringing. You also see a mole-smashing game.
Obvious exits: east.