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<blockquote data-quote="hbarsquared" data-source="post: 2100193" data-attributes="member: 4550"><p><span style="color: deepskyblue"><strong>Prologue, Part Two</strong></span></p><p></p><p></p><p>Abrina leaned back, exhausted, stretching her arms out in front of her to lay her palms upon the darkwood of the Elder’s desk. The letter was a bit much to take in. Then it slowly began to dawn on her, even as the sun arced into the sky. She was to be the messenger.</p><p></p><p>“But, Elder!” she exclaimed, sitting up. “The games! They’re next week. I won’t be back for at least . . .” She paused to count the days of travel it would take to reach this frontier city of Cauldron.</p><p></p><p>“Two weeks, Abrina, maybe more.”</p><p></p><p>“<em>More?</em>”</p><p></p><p>Kevur shot her a wilting glance.</p><p></p><p>Abrina nodded, slumping back into her chair. “Yes, Elder. I understand. No more whining.” She would miss the games for the first time in twenty years. She looked forward to besting the other students of Ninurta every year, not to mention the arrogant storm clerics. She could do more damage with a stick than they could with their warhammers. Every year she participated and heard the crowds roar her name, smelled the exotic meats and spices from the vendors outside the arena, saw the magnificent banners waving in the welcoming breeze. She would miss it all.</p><p></p><p>“Thank you, Abrina,” Kevur replied. “The games are to keep us ready for the times Ninurta requires us the most. This is one of those times. This is where our faith has led us. You will be guided by Ninurta on your journey. I would rather you be here for the games, as well. I don’t know what we will do without your help, not to mention your arm, at the festival. But Ninurta has called on us, and it seems he has other plans for you.”</p><p></p><p>Abrina stood and grasped the spear she had laid against the wall when she arrived. “I will not fail you, Elder.”</p><p></p><p>Kevur smiled, rolling the letter back up and sliding it into its case. “I don’t think you will.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="hbarsquared, post: 2100193, member: 4550"] [color=deepskyblue][b]Prologue, Part Two[/b][/color] Abrina leaned back, exhausted, stretching her arms out in front of her to lay her palms upon the darkwood of the Elder’s desk. The letter was a bit much to take in. Then it slowly began to dawn on her, even as the sun arced into the sky. She was to be the messenger. “But, Elder!” she exclaimed, sitting up. “The games! They’re next week. I won’t be back for at least . . .” She paused to count the days of travel it would take to reach this frontier city of Cauldron. “Two weeks, Abrina, maybe more.” “[i]More?[/i]” Kevur shot her a wilting glance. Abrina nodded, slumping back into her chair. “Yes, Elder. I understand. No more whining.” She would miss the games for the first time in twenty years. She looked forward to besting the other students of Ninurta every year, not to mention the arrogant storm clerics. She could do more damage with a stick than they could with their warhammers. Every year she participated and heard the crowds roar her name, smelled the exotic meats and spices from the vendors outside the arena, saw the magnificent banners waving in the welcoming breeze. She would miss it all. “Thank you, Abrina,” Kevur replied. “The games are to keep us ready for the times Ninurta requires us the most. This is one of those times. This is where our faith has led us. You will be guided by Ninurta on your journey. I would rather you be here for the games, as well. I don’t know what we will do without your help, not to mention your arm, at the festival. But Ninurta has called on us, and it seems he has other plans for you.” Abrina stood and grasped the spear she had laid against the wall when she arrived. “I will not fail you, Elder.” Kevur smiled, rolling the letter back up and sliding it into its case. “I don’t think you will.” [/QUOTE]
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