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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4390689" data-attributes="member: 3285">Vengeance in Freeport: PrologueA lone elorii stood at the edge of a cliff, peering down at the boiling ocean that glistened in the light of the rising sun.  Osalian was displeased.But it was not Osalian’s choice to make.  Ilmarė held the painstakingly crafted brooch up to the sunlight.  It was engraved with the sign of Belisarda, vaguely reminiscent of a weeping willow tree with a hovering dot at its apex.  She looked at the acorn-like mark on the back of her hand. Cael Greybeard, the Ardakene elorii, had taught her much about working with humans, defending them, even loving them.  She was here to continue his legacy. The sign needed to be charged.  But was Belisarda listening?  Did she even care?Ilmarė was about to find out.  Like a child throwing a tantrum, she began the Unspeakable Oath.The elorii lifted her chin.  “Expectant we raise our muzzles to smell the air for hatred.”Ilmarė cocked her head as if listening. “We strain our ears for the sound of love.”She listened for a long moment.  Nothing.“We, the mute,” Ilmarė put one hand over her mouth, “the lame,” she held an open palm over her other wrist, “the stupid,” she moved her open palm to her forehead, “the dull, the weak…”Ilmarė covered both of her eyes with her hands. “We turn our blind eyes to the hunter's killer.”Something was happening.  The brooch clasped to her breast began to pulse.Ilmarė lifted her hands into the air. “We raise our hands and voices in prayers for an answer.”The Belisardan Sign flashed an angry red.  And Ilmarė got her answer.</blockquote>

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