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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Velenne" data-source="post: 988873" data-attributes="member: 1856">All six Arbiters possessed a working knowledge of Ersadia.  They were familiar with most of the major cities, global political structure, the general facets of everyday life for a commoner, as well as the common races and more legendary creatures.  It was with a fair bit of fear, fascination, and caution that they answered the Clydesdale-sized, mounted green dragon soaring barely fifty feet to their right.  On the creature’s back, a fully armored man of an unknown race eyed them warily through his helm’ visor but kept his magnificent longspear lowered.        Penumbra seemed worried most of all.  Were they ready to handle a fight yet?  She asked over the Bond, How do we answer him?        Mourn, without waiting for the group to decide, utilized his natural telepathy to speak to the spearman, What do you mean our ’coming was foretold’?  How do you know who we are?  Maybe we’ll kill you!        It was difficult to tell, but some of the Arbiters could have sworn they saw the dragon smile.  How he could have heard Mourn was a mystery.          “This is a poor way to communicate, “ the man shouted across the distance, his voice muffled by the helm.  He used his spear to point to a gently sloped, bald face in the mountain below.  His dragon abruptly dipped and began descending toward it.        That will not be- Mourn’s message was cut short as dragon and man left his limited range, Do we follow?        Oh, are you going to wait on our response this time? Mirage was understandably nonplussed at being left out of the negotiations.  In reply, Puma, Blight and shortly after, Mourn descended.  By then, Mirage was fuming at their lack of cooperation.  They would all have to sit and have a talk very soon.        Once everyone had reached the awkward meeting point, the spearman lifted off his helm to reveal a deeply tanned, middle-aged human.  Despite the years betrayed by the gray at his temples and lines at the corners of his eyes, he moved gracefully and spoke in a crisp, pure voice, “The magnificent one before you is shall prefer you call him Brycyn the Verdant.  My name is Sir Poxos.  Your coming was foretold by one known as Ducere, an enigmatic Fatespinner who came to our home a short time ago.  It is good that I found you before the Hunters.  Several of us were told to keep our eyes peeled for you.  Didn’t know you’d be flying though.”        Looking for us indeed!  How do we know they are not trackers for the Council?  Blight did not like the man and his fancy armor and his fancy dragon.  This smells like a trap to me.        Mother told us to trust, Wrath reminded him, I do not believe she would have picked this place if it could endanger us.  She may have informed this Fatespinner of our coming.        What are these Hunters you speak of? Again, Mourn speaks directly to Poxos without regard for the group’s debate, or the Knight’s obvious discomfort with the mindspeak.        “Olurin.  They were once men, now monsters.  It is believed they lived in these mountains for some time before the curse overtook them completely.  If you see one, don’t try to stand up to it.  Just run.  They’re not to be trifled with lightly.”        Happy? Mirage asked Mourn, Care to get back to the important matter at hand?         Mourn did not answer, but kept his pale eyes on the dragon.  The creature lie languidly taking a nap, taking in the warm afternoon sunlight.  Mirage sighed and resumed their conversation while Poxos waited patiently, Say this is a trap, we are not without appreciable means to break free of it.        Not if it is zem who are hunting us, Puma replied ominously in his thick accent, Zey know of our veaknesses better zen ve do.        I cannot bring myself to believe that this man would work for them, answered Wrath, If they had found us so quickly, why bother with this façade?         Blight was growing bored of talking, Let’s just see this guy he’s talkin’ about and find out.  If he’s up to somethin’, we’ll kick his ass. His life was important to him, sure, but they weren’t going to find anything out just standing here on some rock.        “All right, we’ll follow you, “ Penumbra said at last. “Lead on.”        Without another word, Poxos nodded, donned his helm and mounted up on the suddenly alert dragon.  The pair of them took to the air, throwing up a hailstorm of small rocks and loose dirt on the Arbiters who followed close behind.</blockquote>

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