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<blockquote data-quote="renau1g" data-source="post: 5341307" data-attributes="member: 54810">At the base of the large hill, an oversized avenue leads to a wide flight of immense stone steps. These rise to a portal open in the mountain’s face. Firelight flares from within a wide hall running into the mountain’s heart.As the group moves up closer a few things become evident, especially to Valahad and River. Beneath the initial appearance of a communal village, this place has a hard and dangerous edge. A rigid sense of order and hierarchy permeates the labors of the people around you. Select cultists wearing a black sash appear to be wardens of some type, but no other signs of rank can be seen. The people of this place are uniformly whipcord lean. Where nine- and ten-year-old children roughhouse with sticks, they show off a ruthless precision in their relentless attacks.Small groups are spelled off from their labors at intervals, training hard with sword and shield or chanting. At the fires, people take their meals with the same stoic intensity they apply to the labors of the day—the same intensity you saw in the killers you met on the long road that led you here.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="renau1g, post: 5341307, member: 54810"] At the base of the large hill, an oversized avenue leads to a wide flight of immense stone steps. These rise to a portal open in the mountain’s face. Firelight flares from within a wide hall running into the mountain’s heart. As the group moves up closer a few things become evident, especially to Valahad and River. Beneath the initial appearance of a communal village, this place has a hard and dangerous edge. A rigid sense of order and hierarchy permeates the labors of the people around you. Select cultists wearing a black sash appear to be wardens of some type, but no other signs of rank can be seen. The people of this place are uniformly whipcord lean. Where nine- and ten-year-old children roughhouse with sticks, they show off a ruthless precision in their relentless attacks. Small groups are spelled off from their labors at intervals, training hard with sword and shield or chanting. At the fires, people take their meals with the same stoic intensity they apply to the labors of the day—the same intensity you saw in the killers you met on the long road that led you here. [/QUOTE]

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