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The Brazen Bull
a deep red metal structure, Room 39, Lich #20350, go structure
| [The Brazen Bull] | RNUM: 24218 |
| An oppressive heat fills the room, bearing down on everything within the walls even as it rises from a rectangular grate in the center of the floor. Over the grate hangs a series of rusted iron hooks, upon which the shop's wares are displayed. A large brass-framed painting has been mounted on the wall opposite the door. | |
| Obvious exits: none | |
On the Hooks you see
a twisted black whip tipped with zorchar barbs 5000 a pair of discolored iron manacles wrist-worn 20000 a long leather sharpening strap 2000 a large coil of silk rope 5000
Go grate
| [The Brazen Bull] | RNUM: 24353 |
| A long metal table is the only piece of furniture in this sparsely decorated room. A sharp and rusty lever has been mounted to its side. Situated low on one wall is a dented metal hatch, the floor surrounding it dusty with iron shavings. A large brass-framed painting hangs just above the hatch. | |
| Obvious exits: up | |
On the Table you see
a thin-tipped black steel lancet 500 a sharp razor blade 5000 a silk-threaded needle 1000 a pair of thin steel tweezers 2500
You kneel down.
K>go hat
You duck your head and crawl into the metal hatch.
| [The Brazen Bull] | RNUM: 24354 |
| A tall iron maiden stands near the wall at the back of the cramped room. It has been propped open, its gruesome interior visible. On the opposite wall, thick, dripping beeswax candles hang on either side of a large brass-framed painting. | |
| Obvious exits: none | |
On the sharp spikes you see
a rhimar kidney dagger cold flares 10000 a drakar butcher's knife fire flares 10000
>go maiden
As you enter the iron maiden, you feel the spikes graze over your skin. You manage to pass through, barely unscathed.
| [The Brazen Bull] | RNUM: 24218 |
| A torch sits affixed to the top of a tall iron pole, its flame casting shifting shadows across a long wooden rack which stands before the western wall. The room narrows severely toward the east, ending in a dark recess. A large brass-framed painting has been wedged tightly between two upright beams of the rack. From a deep crack in the floor, a blackish-purple mournbloom grows, its dark blue-green foliage creeping up the wall. | |
| Obvious exits: none | |
In the common language, it reads: The scarring razor will be raffled off during the festival. Our Lord has blessed the item with a permanently sharp edge.