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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Broad Arrow Jack" data-source="post: 5009826" data-attributes="member: 86167">As if cued by Mariana's question, the bells atop the Temple of Erastil toll their midday song, echoing throughout the quiet town. As the peals begin to fade, the first of the townsfolk make their way into the square, dressed in black, as if attending a funeral. They slowly fill the square, moving quietly across the cold, hard ground, their eyes downcast and mournful. The Silvers, Short Change, Braggar, Father Prasst, Seddon's mother...indeed all of the party's loved ones and mentors are to be seen there, partaking as tradition demands, in the solemn ceremony. Only Holgast the wizard, oddly, is apparently absent. After a few moments, a murmur passes through the crowd as it slowly parts to let Mayor Uptal through. He leads the way with a tarnished silver lantern. Behind him, an old pony drags a cart laden with backpacks and supplies. Once he reaches the center of the crowd, Mayor Uptal stops and calls out to the assembled townsfolk. “Once again the winter winds blow through the Fangwood, marking the end of another harvest. There are wolves in the woods, howling at our walls, and serpents in our shadows, waiting to strike. Just as it was one hundred and seventy-four years ago, when Kassen himself left these walls to protect us, so it is today. Where are the heroes? Where are the brave folk that will venture out to Kassen’s tomb and retrieve the flame to keep this community safe for another winter?” The mayor pauses to let the heroes step forth to accept their mission, a traditional part of the ceremony.  <img src="http://i802.photobucket.com/albums/yy307/broadarrowjack/TheSendoff.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />The mayor addresses the heroes</blockquote>

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