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<blockquote data-quote="Mephit James" data-source="post: 2730066" data-attributes="member: 37361">In a seaside town on the Golden Sea, clusters of women move about. They are gathering berries from nearby bushes, having not yet realized the benefit of farming their own food. As one sets down her reed basket, she glances up in surprise to see a man collapsed by a nearby stream. He looks like a shipwreck victim: his clothes are torn, there is some dried blood on his side, and he is absolutely drenched. How could someone be washed up this far, though? The beach was several hundred feet downslope from the man's position. And who was this stranger? He seemed to exude some aura of power and deep purpose as if he were in full command of his position despite his disheveled state.The woman called to her friends and rushed to the man, carefully turning him over. &quot;What is your name?&quot; she asked tentatively, after making sure that he was breathing.The man's eyes jerked under his closed lids and his lips moved to form whispered words. &quot;We are the Brothers.&quot; The woman wasn't sure what was stranger, what the man said or that she understood perfectly even though he spoke in an utterly foreign tongue.&quot;Matresia protect him,&quot; she murmured, then helped the other women to carry him back to the village.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Mephit James, post: 2730066, member: 37361"] In a seaside town on the Golden Sea, clusters of women move about. They are gathering berries from nearby bushes, having not yet realized the benefit of farming their own food. As one sets down her reed basket, she glances up in surprise to see a man collapsed by a nearby stream. He looks like a shipwreck victim: his clothes are torn, there is some dried blood on his side, and he is absolutely drenched. How could someone be washed up this far, though? The beach was several hundred feet downslope from the man's position. And who was this stranger? He seemed to exude some aura of power and deep purpose as if he were in full command of his position despite his disheveled state. The woman called to her friends and rushed to the man, carefully turning him over. "What is your name?" she asked tentatively, after making sure that he was breathing. The man's eyes jerked under his closed lids and his lips moved to form whispered words. "We are the Brothers." The woman wasn't sure what was stranger, what the man said or that she understood perfectly even though he spoke in an utterly foreign tongue. "Matresia protect him," she murmured, then helped the other women to carry him back to the village. [/QUOTE]

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