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    [5E] The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter One

    Metea: Streets of Kalair Metea had barely paused a moment before Carthum started going on like a man possessed. "What? What are you babbling about? Have you gotten into the sacramental wine?" Metea demanded of her brother. "Otiroth, you talk some sense into him!" She was already a bit out of...
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    [5E] The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter One

    Metea: Exotic Wares Metea was about to respond, when some shouting and fast movement from ahead caught her eye. Early morning ruckus, no doubt; with so many newcomers, it was no surprise that some of them were likely drunk and rowdy, and where there was rowdiness, there were the guards...
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    [5E] The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter One

    Metea: Exotic Wares Metea imagined that the guards did not bother too much with farmers off the roads. She suspected as much, but would not say anything about it. Instead, she'd listen in, though it seemed the creatures were still a mystery. One that they'd probably need to get eyes on...
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    [5E] The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter One

    Metea: Exotic Wares "Well, it is good to meet you, Dira. I am Metea- and my friend here is Otiroth," the tiefling replied. It was shaping up to be a good day, and all thoughts of being late for another meeting were lost under the new distraction of making both herself and her sorcerer friend...
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    [5E] The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter One

    Metea: Exotic Wares "Did I interrupt a sales pitch?" Metea giggled a bit at Otiroth, realizing she was probably digging him in deeper, but not really caring at the moment. Look at this place- it was brimming with things to do aside from work! She didn't bring her books to the festival and try...
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    [5E] The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter One

    Metea: The Grove (or, nearly so!) Now this- this kind of crowd, Metea liked. She moved through the bustle and the excitement- aloof and proud, feathery tail swishing behind her like a cat that had spotted interesting prey. Perhaps there were some eyes on her, but those eyes were of lust and...
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    [5E] The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter One

    Metea: By Rote The west side of the chapel saw little light. The sun saw it last, and the great beacon in the chapel never turned its gaze there. And that suited Metea just fine. She sat alone at a table. Before her, propped up on a wooden easel perfectly made for it, was one of Suru's Tomes...
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