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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kage Tenjin" data-source="post: 2001427" data-attributes="member: 909">The street is cobblestone, old an well-worn, as it the city around it.  Well, probably a little closer to decrepit, but at lest it’s not a train car about to crash into a stream of planar energies.  The few survivors look around at them selves and take stock of how few of their number made it thru the escape hatch, only six people out of a car full of passengers.  As they take appraisal of each other, let us now describe them in some depth: The man in the dark cloak with the sword has a muscular face and build, with a chain shirt underneath his cloak that he covers with a black tunic.  The man in the white traveler’s cloak with the symbol of a holy-man hanging around his neck wears a set of leather armor with the symbol of his lord etched into the leather topped by a angular face with close-cropped blonde hair.  The man with the glasses is wearing strange armor and a crew cut with a beard and mustache of brown hair.  The boy is about 10 or twelve years old, with blonde hair framing his face.  Also thru the portal jumped another man and his servant.  The man is of average height, with a slight point to his ears and a glow behind his eyes.  He is dressed in nice-looking travelers clothing, and has his black hair pulled back in ponytail.“I need a drink and a place to sleep.  Unless this city is barren, there’s bound to be an inn around here somewhere.  Come Randy, and the rest of you.”  The man and his servant lead the group through the city, looking for an inn, well wary of the people who are following them from the shadows.  They pick up their pace, and those of the company who have weapons brandish them, which seems to increase the distance that their observers are keeping.  They soon locate an inn and stowing their weapons head inside.  As they enter the tavern, they look around the room and marvel at the quietness, as it seems everyone is intently focused on the process of getting drunk, and nobody notices them enter the room, except for the bartender.“One room, barkeep, and have food brought up to us.”  The black-cloaked man says walking towards the stairs in the back of the common room.“Right away, sirs,” The barkeep motions to some of the serving girls to help the guests, and shortly our company is sitting in a room lined with beds, eating a thin gruel and washing it down with cheap beer.“I think it’s probably about time we introduced ourselves to each other, “ opens the black mage, whose cloak is lying on the bed next to him.  “My name is Faust, and you all are?”“Father Donovan, humble and willing servant of lord Lowtax,” the man in the white cloak responds, “Y’all wouldn’t happen to know and comprehend the glory of the Lord Lowtax, would you?”  A ring of blank looks and shaking heads indicates not.Pushing his glasses further up his nose and rubbing his beard, the man with the thin face introduces himself as Gordon with a clipped set of words.“I’m Michael, “ The young boy says in-between gulps of the stew.“I’m Randy, and this is my employer…” The boy stops as his employer clips him on the side of the head, derailing his train of thought.“You can call me Jack.”</blockquote>

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