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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 4316476" data-attributes="member: 51271">Quinn remembers.Quinn is suddenly stroke by a tide of memories, falshes of events and people he has never saw, but he found familiar.The man felt to his knees, staring with frenzied eyes at his hands. He was shaking... more flashes of memories...He watched his hands, shifting into bold fat black hands, hairy and with harsh skin. He tried to say something, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out from it. He shacked his head, and rose his hands to touch his face. His beard, it was there... Or wasn't it? too much hair... he touched his face, but his skin was not his. It was the hard skin of the dwarf. More shocked than before, he quickly looked at his hands again. They have come back to normal, he sighed in relieve, but it was short lived, after he blinked, he found himself staring at aged, old woman hands. Surprise and shock again.He rose his hands, touching his face, like a mad man. No beard! the same soft and aged skin of that old hands! Thin ,long ,withe hair in his head, the old woman master head! What was happening?After the initial confusion, Quinn understood all at once.His arms felt to touch the grass beneath him .Open mouthed, the man stared at the sky, eyes closed.He slowly moved his mouth, and a hard bold phrase, emerged from his lips. [sblock=Dwarven]"He is still a boy"[/sblock]And he sighed peacefully, and got up, normally, as if nothing had happened. He looked at the other people around him. "There is still much I don't remember. I want to know more. For example, what was your place in all that? Where were you?"</blockquote>

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