@gOn A Pond
@w  Out in the center of the pond, the world seems cool and still.  A slight
@wbreeze ripples the water all around you, and the occasional fish flashes by,
@wintent on its own errands.  Clouds overhead cast shade down, and the trees
@wsurrounding the meadow whisper ancient words of wisdom, if you could
@wunderstand them.  A small hut lies beside the pond, the door open.  
@w
@g[ Exits: north west ]
@y(Golden Aura) @yA swan floats on the lake forlornly.
@y(Golden Aura) @yA swan floats on the lake forlornly.
@y(Golden Aura) @yA swan floats on the lake forlornly.
@y(Golden Aura) @yA swan floats on the lake forlornly.
@y(Golden Aura) @yA swan floats on the lake forlornly.

@RA swan smoulders as the lightning destroys it!!
@RA swan smoulders as the lightning destroys it!!
@RA swan smoulders as the lightning destroys it!!
@RA swan smoulders as the lightning destroys it!!

You start to follow a swan.

@wYou start to follow a swan.

@wThe swans honk at you reflectively, acknowledging that you are
@wyielding to the greater good of your flock.  Moving aside, they
@wclear a path to a small table set in the middle of the swamp.  You
@wdon't know what it's doing there, but it bears upon it a small ivory
@wfan, inlaid with gold.
@wYou receive a peacock fan from a swan.

@gIn A Hut
@w  The inside of the small hut is a neat place, if bare of many comforts.  A
@wsmall pallet lies against one wall, the blankets thread-bare and the rushes
@wold.  A small firepit sits in the center of the room, and a large bag of
@wundyed wool lies open next to the door.  A spindle with thread upon it lies
@won top of the bag.  
@w
@g[ Exits: north east ]
@y(Golden Aura) @yThe princess seeks to break the spell enchanting her brothers.
@y(Golden Aura) @yA wolf leers at you, licking its lips.

@CYou say 'speak to me'
@w
@wThe princess looks at you angrily, tightening her lips.  Not a sound
@wpasses from them, however, and she turns to walk away.  You lay your hand
@won her shoulder, and she stiffens with indignation.  Turning and glaring
@wat you, she dons the shirt she's been working on and attacks!
@wYou receive a peacock fan from the princess.

@RThe princess smoulders as the lightning destroys her!!
@wYou get a one-sleeved tunic from the frazzled corpse of the princess.

@gAt A Bonfire (G)
@w  Piles and faggots of wood lie piled here, below a metal platform that
@wboasts a metal stake.  Lit torches line the courtyard, and heavily armed
@wcontingents of guards stand at every exit.  The sun overhead shines with a
@wbrilliance that belies the grimness of the scene, however, and whistling
@wbirds in every tree echo a song as old as the world.  
@w
@g[ Exits: south ]
@r(Red Aura) @yThe king's evil mother plots to be rid of his bride.

@wYou give a one-sleeved tunic to the king's evil mother.
@wThe princess stands straight and tall on what is to be her funeral pyre,
@wher eyes scanning the horizon eagerly.  The sun slowly rises, and the king
@wwaves a sad hand for her to be incinerated.  As the guards move towards the
@wpile of wood with lit torches, a trumpet roar sounds and twelve swans dive
@wtowards the crowd.  Beating back the guards with their wings, they turn and
@wface the princess.
@w
@wPulling out the shirts she's been working on, the princess tosses one upon
@weach of the swans.  With a painful twist, each swan in turn becomes a prince.
@wYou couldn't exactly say they were handsome, as each has a nose that could
@wcut glass and rather shifty looking black eyes, but princes, nonetheless.
@wAlas, the youngest prince donned a shirt that had one arm incomplete, and so
@wmust go through life with a swan's wing, instead of an arm.
@w
@wYou receive swan wings from the king's evil mother.
@wThe prince approaches the pyre, and begins arguing with his sister, who seems
@wable to talk suddenly.  It's a very fierce argument, going back and forth
@wbetween them with many insults thrown.  The prince throws his hands? up in
@wdefeat and stomps off.  The princess shrugs, mutters about how some people are
@wnever grateful, and sulks off to the palace.  The king, seeming rather dazed, but
@whaving promised a spectacle for the crowd gathered, has his mother burned at the
@wstake instead - she had been getting on his nerves lately.  You shake your head
@wand turn to leave, pausing only to pick up a pair of swan wings lying on the
@wground.

@wYou give swan wings to a weasel.
@CA weasel exclaims, @c"@CYep, yep, those look like swan wings, all right!@c"
@w
@wThe weasel bounces around the room in glee.
@CA weasel exclaims, @c"@CLooks like we're back on track, so to speak!@c"
@w
@CA weasel exclaims, @c"@CGive it here!  No, really, I'm not going to mess this up, honest!@c"
@w
@wYou reluctantly hand over the wings, and watch in resignation as
@wthe weasel pretends to be, in turn, a chicken, a duck, and a rather
@whyper turkey.
@wA weasel is cruising for some extra special kinky @YChicken @Rwuvvin!
@CA weasel asks, @c"@CWhere was I?@c"
@w
@wThe weasel tosses the slightly mangled swan wings into the pot, and
@wthen turns to his list.
@CA weasel says, @c"@COh, yes, the next thing we'll need is a royal pardon.@c"
@w
@CA weasel says, @c"@COf course, in order to get a royal pardon, you're going to have to piss off @Csome royalty.@c"
@w
@wA weasel snickers softly.
@CA weasel exclaims, @c"@CBut that seems like your problem.  Off with you now!@c"
@w
@W**@Y Task Done  @w: Bring a pair of swan wings back to the weasel.
@W** @GTask Added @w: Bring your royal pardon back to the weasel.
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