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This just converts the few DOS text files still in here to standard text files (line-endings), removes all the trailing spaces on lines, removes all the trailing blank lines, and replaces all the tabs (except in .zon files, where they seem to be common) with expanded spaces. It's easy to confirm this is actually a non-change, except for whitespace: * `git show -w` shows this commit as only removing 8 trailing blank lines. This should make no difference to tbaMUD itself, but it will make working on these files, especially with scripts and automated tools, much easier. This is the base change for a set of other changes I will put up once/if this merges, without this, the others are just too complicated to wrangle.
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#31400
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x'raantra man kneel~
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X'Raantra~
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X'Raantra kneels with his knees deep in the blood-filled floor, his arms held high.
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His eyes are tightly clenched closed, his right fist holding fast to a
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curved dagger held high to his God. He sporatically mumbles words, garbled
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phrases or prayers which may or may not have meaning.
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34 9 -10 6d6+340 5d5+5
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340 115600
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#31401
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believer follower~
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a Believer~
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A Believer kneels proudly beside his saviour.
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His eyes are a bit glazed over, blood spattered over the front of his grubby
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jerkin. He never seems to lose sight of the blade which is raised high by
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X'Raantra in anticipation of the next kill.
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~
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10 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 -500 E
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29 11 -7 5d5+290 4d4+4
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290 84100
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#31402
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man gibbering slobbering grubby~
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a gibbering man~
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A man is slouched against the wall, badly bleeding and broken.
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He almost does not notice you from the pain that he is in, but then he
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obviously must have as he is trying to speak to you.
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10 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 200 E
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17 15 0 3d3+170 2d2+2
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170 28900
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#31403
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elf retching~
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a retching elf~
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An elf is curled up at the founatin's base, retching and vomiting terribly.
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He looks up at you with terror-stricken eyes and pleads without words for
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you to help him, somehow help him.
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15 15 1 3d3+150 2d2+2
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150 22500
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#31404
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woman~
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a woman~
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A woman walks with a very deliberate gait across the courtyard.
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She holds her tattered clothing tight against her as if she were cold or
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afraid of prying eyes. It is certainly a gesture of fear or discomfort.
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16 15 0 3d3+160 2d2+2
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160 25600
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#31405
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squatter man~
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a squatter~
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A man lies on the floor, stretched out on a raggedy blanket.
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He has a wealth of nasty stubble and the smell - it might be better not to
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talk about the smell.
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19 14 -1 3d3+190 3d3+3
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190 36100
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#31406
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child terrified~
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a terrified child~
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A terrified child lies huddled in a corner, squinting against your light.
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The child is wearing no clothes whatsoever and is covered in welts and
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bruises. He couldn't be much more than ten or eleven years old.
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12 16 2 2d2+120 2d2+2
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120 14400
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#31407
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man weeping~
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a weeping man~
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A man sits curled up in ball, weeping uncontrollably.
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He alternates between rage and sadness - touching the mangled remains of his
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son's body, stroking the blood matted hair back from the cold, lifeless ears.
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10 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 100 E
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18 14 0 3d3+180 3d3+3
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180 32400
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8 8 1
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#31408
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rat scurrying~
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a scurrying rat~
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A rat scurries past, its feet clicking on the stone floor.
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It looks very much like your every day typical disgusting rat.
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8 18 5 1d1+80 1d2+1
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80 6400
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#31409
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gunter~
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Gunter~
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Gunter wanders the compound, spreading the word of the Chosen.
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Gunter is a small, pale man who looks as if he may be a bit ill. His main
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task which has raised him in the ranks of X'Raantra's Chosen, is to go out and
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Select the next of the Chosen. It is quite an honor.
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31 10 -8 6d6+310 5d5+5
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310 96100
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#31410
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guard man toturer~
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a torturer~
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A man stands near the doorway, a hideous sneer on his face.
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A horrid scar runs down the left side of his face, he looks you up and down
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and uncrosses his arms, readying his whip.
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24 12 -4 4d4+240 4d4+4
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240 57600
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#31411
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man grubby~
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a grubby man~
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A grubby man stands before the fire barrel, warming his hands.
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He looks pitifully poverty-stricken, enough so that it is obvious at first
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glance. He is covered in dirt and grime and has a few pussing welts on his
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face and hands.
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10 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 100 E
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14 16 1 2d2+140 2d2+2
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140 19600
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#31412
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man seeker hooded~
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a Seeker~
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A man in a hooded cloak walks slowly by mumbling to himself.
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The mumblings are not coherent, they are words spoken in garbled phrases,
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words that mean nothing. They are the words of one who is delusioned beyond
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regainment of full mental faculties.
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22 13 -3 4d4+220 3d3+3
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220 48400
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#31413
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believer hidden~
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a hidden Believer~
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One of X'Raantra's Believers hides in the shadows.
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The Believer notes your look with a look of her own, giving you a curt nod.
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10 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 -500 E
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24 12 -4 4d4+240 4d4+4
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240 57600
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#31414
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bat brown~
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a brown bat~
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A bat dive bombs you, coming inches from your head!
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It is hard to get a good look at the little fella, but that really doesn't
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matter, just aim for the blackish-brown blur.
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13 16 2 2d2+130 2d2+2
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130 16900
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BareHandAttack: 4
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#31415
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spider dirty hairy~
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a hairy spider~
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A small, hairy spider moves across the ground before you.
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It is not an aggressive type of spider, nor is it large by any means - but
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it is a spider, nonetheless, and is digusting and wrong.
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7 18 5 1d1+70 1d2+1
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70 4900
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BareHandAttack: 4
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#31416
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deathknight knight dazed~
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a dazed DeathKnight~
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A DeathKnight wanders about, staggering in a daze.
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He holds his weapon as if he had never used it before, a slight line of
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drool running from the left corner of his mouth. His eyes hold a faraway,
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dazed look in them.
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21 13 -2 4d4+210 3d3+3
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210 44100
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#31417
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fellow adventurer~
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a fellow adventurer~
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A man in warrior's traveling garb lies upon the floor, looking very surprised to see you.
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Looks like he was catching a nap where he thought he might be safe.
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32 10 -9 6d6+320 5d5+5
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320 102400
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#31418
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wight blood scavenger humanoid~
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a blood wight~
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A humanoid is hunched over the corpse, hands and face dripping with blood.
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This awful scavenger looks up at you with a snarl and spits some blood on
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you. It goes back to its feast without another glance.
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27 11 -6 5d5+270 4d4+4
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270 72900
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BareHandAttack: 8
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#31419
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believer unrobed slobbering~
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the unrobed believer~
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A Believer stands menacingly over the boy, a look of glee on his face.
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The Believer looks as if this sort of sport were his passion, his only
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reason for living. Indeed, it may be from the look of the boy's back.
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25 12 -5 5d5+250 4d4+4
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250 62500
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#31420
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boy screaming crying~
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a screeching boy~
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A screeching boy is thrown face down over a desk, his shirt torn off, blood everywhere.
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It appears that this man has been at this boy for some time. The slashes
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across the boy's back are many and deep.
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10 17 4 2d2+100 1d2+1
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100 10000
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