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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ErichDragon" data-source="post: 727911" data-attributes="member: 2719">The tall man with the dolorous mustache received many strange stares from the citizens of Solace. He had lived here for many years and been accepted among them, but still, they stared. The reason for their curiosity was the archaic breastplate he was wearing. Most of his neighbors had forgotten about his link to that sad old tradition, or at least pushed it to the back of their minds. Today he was travelling, however, and one can't be too careful. The breastplate bore the mark of the Solamnic Knights. In some parts of Ansalon, wearing that symbol was tantamount to a death sentence. Thankfully the people of Solace are a more forgiving lot than most, for the man would sooner cut off his sword arm than hide his birthright.The man's name is Sturm Brightblade, and tonight he is reuiniting with his closest (and only) friends. They seperated five years previously to search for any sign of the old Gods. Sturm travelled north to Solamnia with Kitiara, half sister to the twins. Some would be sad that Kit was not returning with him. In fact Sturm was not looking forward to telling his friend Tanis about what Kit had become. Sturm was never comfortable with their relationship, and he and Kitiara had quite a falling out during their travels. Niether of them found any signs of the True Gods, although both learned some things about themselves and each other, maybe too much.Sturm was approaching the giant oak which cradled the Inn of the last Home, almost as if the Inn were part of the tree itself. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses mingled with the smell of Otik's famous spiced potatoes wafted down on the cool autumn breeze.</blockquote>

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