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Message: <blockquote data-quote="neveryours" data-source="post: 1544626" data-attributes="member: 13424">The journey begans.The party were dwarfed before a pair of great bronze doors. Their attention was caught the life-like motifs panelled upon the doors, detailing the life of Goldmoon on the left and the teachings of Mishakal on the right. Karavas’ eyes shone with a profound reverence. He could barely bring himself to draw a breath.Slowly, silently, as if not to disturb the aura of peace, the doors swung open.The hall was enormous. The windows on both sides started from the floors and rose to meet the ceilings. They were separated only by pillars of pure white marble. Daylight streamed it in through them and filled the hall, blessing it with warmth that was not stifling. The white marble floors reflected the light onto the tall ceilings, casting a seemingly divine light throughout the room.At the very end of the long hallway stood a small table upon which was laid the contents of a simple breakfast. A group dressed in white robes stood beside, seemingly engaged in a discussion. Seeing the party, a tall balding man beckoned to them.The party approached the group and saw a kender, two men and a beautiful brunette. Stepping forward, the tall man bowed. “Ah, the adventurers that Lady Camillia had mentioned. It is my pleasure to meet you. I am Caleb Whind. Let me introduce you to the Mistress of the Citadel.”The kender bowed and smiled beatifically at them. She was aged, but her eyes spoke of a serenity, and compassion that did not seem to come naturally to kenders. “I am Blister Nimblefingers, the current Mistress of Light. But let us dispense with such formalities and do tell me of your selves.” Her gaze seemed to linger on Karavas. The kender did not have the ways usual of kender and her solemn nature soon revealed her to be one of the afflicted. At this point, the doors swung open to admit Lady Camillia along with four other ranking Knights of Solomnia. A conference was begun on ways to assist the party. Wind walk would be cast upon the party with the prayers of Brudder Noul, a cleric of Habakkuk. They would be dressed in white robes to help disguise themselves as clouds. Nondescript brown travelling robes would be provided to them so that they might blend in. Blister turned to Karavas. “I see the mark upon you. All who are Mystics of the Citadel would too see the mark upon your forehead. In your heart you are one of us. The Citadel has chosen you. Would you stay to learn here?”Karavas bowed reverently. “I do thank you deeply for the offer. But my place is with these people, and they will need my help.” She smiled up at him. “Yes, learning and helping others may be done outside these grounds.” Wistfully, she added, “I wish that I could join you as well. We each must serve our place. May the Gods watch over you.”The tall balding figure of Brudder Noul interrupted. “We should proceed to the pond in the Hedge Maze, There I will call upon the blessings of Habakkuk to see you swiftly and safely to your destination.”And so the party followed him out.</blockquote>

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