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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jeremy E Grenemyer" data-source="post: 6898328" data-attributes="member: 12388">43: You discovered a pattern in the empty veins of the dead leaves that fell from the tree you slept under, when Fall came to the woodland where you spent your seclusion. When pieced together, the leaves rendered up a trail map that allowed you to escape the forest that was as much your prison as your place of solitude. You left the woods, but you have not yet decided if you will return to free the others who failed to find the heart of the woodland.44: You learned to sing to the coastal fog that embraced the shoreline where you spent so much time alone. At first you heard echoes, then you saw shadows moving in the fog. In time, when you sang ballads of love, you felt the soft caress of lips that deposited drops of water on your cheek and chilled you to the bone. The spray from waves crashing into the shore became legions of soldiers knocked prone by the shore breeze as you sang of the mighty beat of dragon wings flying low to the ground. Pirates and slavers frequented the coast, but they never saw you and now you understand why. You left the coast reluctantly, but your purpose could not be denied. You will never be alone once you return with that which the fog desires most.45: You see the pattern, and it terrifies you. You have always drawn lines with your mind's eye. Your way is to turn the footwork of dueling fighters into an intricate pattern spread across the floor. Likewise the movements of dancers. You trace lines between rooftops, then stand on those rooftops to trace the movements of the townspeople below. The movements of spellcasters captivate you, as do books of glyphs and magical runes. You were good for nothing; always distracted. You left your homeland for the mountains that border it. In your seclusion you began to see the pattern in your dreams, then in the memories of your life among your people. You always thought the story of the dragon chained at the bottom of a lake in the heart of your homeland was just a fable, but now you see that your people are slowly unbinding it, their every movement part of a great grand dispelling that will someday very soon free the dragon.</blockquote>

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