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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 2848288" data-attributes="member: 4936">The milling throng of people around the outer edge of the Plaza of the Gods parts briefly to let a spotted grey gelding through. Riding on its back is a figure garbed in the flowing dark robe and scarf of a desert nomad, though the sword at its side is not the usual thick, heavily curved blade they use. Also, the figure is speaking in the tones of a young woman...apparently to no one."From humble beginnings, this daughter of a humble fisherman followed the rank and bloody scent of ADVENTURE, through the secret elf glades, down into the earthy halls of new Shanatar, south to the arid wastes of Calimport...and now...HERE!"In a sudden flurry of motion, the figure explodes off the horse's back, leaving the desert robe and head covers behind to flutter to the cobbles around the tired mount. The rider reappears a few paces ahead of her mount, clad in a raiment of what looks like liquid silver, worn over a short shirt and vest that leaves her arms bare, and a pair of loose dark grey trousers that look cut for maximum mobility. She's quite pretty, with a heart shaped face, still slightly plump with the last fading sign of youth, and crowned with bright yellow hair that falls to her shoulders in amber waves, held away from her face with a well-worked diadem of silver and gold wire with a single blue gem over her forehead. Her skin is far too pale for the desert garb she'd been wearing, to say nothing of the blonde hair, and her eyes flash bright green...just a touch TOO green, as if she were of the fey folk herself, though her ears are round and her proportions human. Further, while in the bundle of robes she seemed fairly large, now she is revealed to be...a bit short, and of slim build. Hardly an impressive seeming warrior...With a flourish of her cape, she whips her sword out and points it at the center of the plaza, then takes a formal bow."By your grace, Tyche, I, Ilshana the Bold,  have come to this place at the heart of Imaskar. I will await your bidding here, goddess of fortune."She stands up and slides the rapier home again, then turns around to catch sight of the huge man solemnly waiting nearby. At first she nods at him in polite recognition and starts to walk past...then she stops and looks back at his face, squinting slightly."Excuse me, towering fellow, but have we met before? Your face seems somehow...familiar to me." She frowns as she studies him...then her eyes widen and her face pales. She points."It's...YOU!"</blockquote>

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