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<blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 2934794" data-attributes="member: 4441">The soldiers look at Raynard respectfully and give a short bow.&nbsp; &quot;Have you the king's orders?&quot; one asks.&nbsp; Once someone hands over the packet of papers that Sir Aravir received, the guard reads the top sheet briefly then nods.&nbsp; &quot;Scout Loren, counduct these men to the general's tent!&quot; he says with aclarity.&nbsp; The scout salutes the party and takes charge of the papers.&nbsp; Within a half-day of marching, the neat tents and regimented ranks of the army surround you.&nbsp; Calls from sergant fill the air as they drill the pikemen, and the steady thwap of arrows striking their straw targets can be heard off to the left.&nbsp; Within a few more minutes, you are conducted into the large and sturdy tent of General Farrel.&nbsp; Mage-lights and lanterns keep the place bright despite the overcast skies outside.&nbsp; The heat from high summer falls away, replaced by a soft, cooling breeze.&nbsp; The general himself is a sturdily-built trueborn man with fair hair and pale eyes.&nbsp; His face is slightly weathered and scarred, much like the studded leather armor he wears underneath his crimson cloak of command.&nbsp; Scout Loren introduced the party smartly and then hands the General the packet of papers.&nbsp; After reading them, the General looks up the party with a frank gaze from the other side of the massive map table.&quot;So, you are the ones who will save the Kingsmarch.&nbsp; Please, sit and tell me which of you will be the Rain and who will be the Thunder.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Isida Kep'Tukari, post: 2934794, member: 4441"] The soldiers look at Raynard respectfully and give a short bow. "[color=silver]Have you the king's orders?[/color]" one asks. Once someone hands over the packet of papers that Sir Aravir received, the guard reads the top sheet briefly then nods. "[color=silver]Scout Loren, counduct these men to the general's tent![/color]" he says with aclarity. The scout salutes the party and takes charge of the papers. Within a half-day of marching, the neat tents and regimented ranks of the army surround you. Calls from sergant fill the air as they drill the pikemen, and the steady [i]thwap[/i] of arrows striking their straw targets can be heard off to the left. Within a few more minutes, you are conducted into the large and sturdy tent of General Farrel. Mage-lights and lanterns keep the place bright despite the overcast skies outside. The heat from high summer falls away, replaced by a soft, cooling breeze. The general himself is a sturdily-built trueborn man with fair hair and pale eyes. His face is slightly weathered and scarred, much like the studded leather armor he wears underneath his crimson cloak of command. Scout Loren introduced the party smartly and then hands the General the packet of papers. After reading them, the General looks up the party with a frank gaze from the other side of the massive map table. "[color=silver]So, you are the ones who will save the Kingsmarch. Please, sit and tell me which of you will be the Rain and who will be the Thunder.[/color]" [/QUOTE]

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