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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 3797968" data-attributes="member: 11146">Jinx sleeps a fitful sleep full of flitting, inconstant dreams.&nbsp; In the afternoon hours as the Hommlet sun hangs low in the sky, the gnome dreams of a gnarled oak, green and well-limbed with age, standing tall on the hills of his native and bucolic homeland.&nbsp; Dressed in his familiar and travel-worn brown homespun wizard's robes, Jinx gently sets Bauble down and nudges the cat away with the toe of his sandal.&nbsp; Time to be off, my pretty.&nbsp; Mice to catch, birds to chase, dogs to tormet, haven't you? &nbsp; The fluffy white cat langourously swishes its tail once then saunters away from its master.&nbsp; Turning to the gnarled oak, Jinx steps to the tree and thumbs its rough outer bark.&nbsp; From the clear untroubled sky ahead, a flash of lightening preceeds the rumble of thunder, but too late.&nbsp; The lightening arcs through the sky and, striking the oak, runs down the tree, frying Jinx.&nbsp; Every nerve on fire, Jinx wakes in a sweat.&nbsp; The walls of the Wench constrain and press inward.&nbsp; Jinx breaths hard then, mopping his damp brow, quickly climbs from bed, leaving a mess of the covers behind.&nbsp; &quot;Where's the Prophet?!&nbsp; Where's Aeron?!&nbsp; To the Prophet, yes, he'll understand, yes he will!&quot;&nbsp; His spellbook and his pouch of gold coins in hand, Jinx hares off downstairs to look for Aeron.&nbsp; &quot;Priest!&nbsp; Priest!&nbsp; Aeron!&nbsp; I've a vis--&quot;&nbsp; Jinx tromps down the Wench's stairs, shouting for Aeron.&nbsp; Spying Shoon apologizing to the chamber maid and Deren slouching in the corner, Jinx hustles over to Deren.&nbsp; &quot;Has Aeron come downstairs yet this morning--this afternoon, I mean?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 3797968, member: 11146"] Jinx sleeps a fitful sleep full of flitting, inconstant dreams. In the afternoon hours as the Hommlet sun hangs low in the sky, the gnome dreams of a gnarled oak, green and well-limbed with age, standing tall on the hills of his native and bucolic homeland. Dressed in his familiar and travel-worn brown homespun wizard's robes, Jinx gently sets Bauble down and nudges the cat away with the toe of his sandal. [I]Time to be off, my pretty. Mice to catch, birds to chase, dogs to tormet, haven't you? [/I] The fluffy white cat langourously swishes its tail once then saunters away from its master. Turning to the gnarled oak, Jinx steps to the tree and thumbs its rough outer bark. From the clear untroubled sky ahead, a flash of lightening preceeds the rumble of thunder, but too late. The lightening arcs through the sky and, striking the oak, runs down the tree, frying Jinx. Every nerve on fire, Jinx wakes in a sweat. The walls of the Wench constrain and press inward. Jinx breaths hard then, mopping his damp brow, quickly climbs from bed, leaving a mess of the covers behind. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Where's the Prophet?! Where's Aeron?! To the Prophet, yes, he'll understand, yes he will!"[/COLOR] His spellbook and his pouch of gold coins in hand, Jinx hares off downstairs to look for Aeron. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Priest! Priest! Aeron! I've a vis--"[/COLOR] Jinx tromps down the Wench's stairs, shouting for Aeron. Spying Shoon apologizing to the chamber maid and Deren slouching in the corner, Jinx hustles over to Deren. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Has Aeron come downstairs yet this morning--this afternoon, I mean?"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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