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<blockquote data-quote="GoodKingJayIII" data-source="post: 1302419" data-attributes="member: 13804">Riding atop his stout old mare Fluellen, Staeven Myleron was surprised by the runner that stopped him in the road.&nbsp; &quot;My Lord Staeven,&quot; began the young acolyte, breathless, &quot;I have a letter for you from Commander Exile.&quot;Staeven smiles.&nbsp; &quot;Thank you, good sir,&quot; he replies, taking the letter.&nbsp; Taking a moment to read it.&nbsp; Good timing, Staeven says to himself, I shall be attending Thirday service anyway.&nbsp; Turning his attention back to the youth, he says:&nbsp; &quot;Thank you for the hasty delivery, my good man.&nbsp; I'm glad you caught me on the road.&nbsp; You must be tired; please take your time and ride with me.&nbsp; We are but a short distance from the city.&quot;The two men continue on towards the city, in friendly conversation----------------------------------------Staeven arrives in Andeluvay an hour after sundown.&nbsp; He decides to house himself at the Dancing Phoenix for the night.&nbsp; Anywhere the Phoenix resides, he thinks to himself, Ayailla and Heironeous watch over us.&nbsp; After Fluellen has been cared for, he gathers his pack and bundled armor.&nbsp; Stepping into the common area, his riding clothes stained from travel, he still presents a strong and impressive figure.&nbsp; About six and a half feet tall, he appears to be very well-muscled, with large shoulders and a thick neck.&nbsp; His face is handsome, but not stunningly so.&nbsp; He wears a red cloak, surprisingly clean from the journey.&nbsp; Embroided intricately on the back is a Phoenix, wings spread, gripping a lightning bolt in its claws.&nbsp; At his hip is a long bastard sword, with a fiery red pommel gem.He steps lively into the common area, taking note of the patrons, in search of the keeper to find himself a room for the night.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GoodKingJayIII, post: 1302419, member: 13804"] Riding atop his stout old mare Fluellen, Staeven Myleron was surprised by the runner that stopped him in the road. "My Lord Staeven," began the young acolyte, breathless, "I have a letter for you from Commander Exile." Staeven smiles. "Thank you, good sir," he replies, taking the letter. Taking a moment to read it. [I]Good timing,[/i] Staeven says to himself, [i]I shall be attending Thirday service anyway.[/i] Turning his attention back to the youth, he says: "Thank you for the hasty delivery, my good man. I'm glad you caught me on the road. You must be tired; please take your time and ride with me. We are but a short distance from the city." The two men continue on towards the city, in friendly conversation ---------------------------------------- Staeven arrives in Andeluvay an hour after sundown. He decides to house himself at the Dancing Phoenix for the night. [I]Anywhere the Phoenix resides,[/i] he thinks to himself, [i]Ayailla and Heironeous watch over us.[/i] After Fluellen has been cared for, he gathers his pack and bundled armor. Stepping into the common area, his riding clothes stained from travel, he still presents a strong and impressive figure. About six and a half feet tall, he appears to be very well-muscled, with large shoulders and a thick neck. His face is handsome, but not stunningly so. He wears a red cloak, surprisingly clean from the journey. Embroided intricately on the back is a Phoenix, wings spread, gripping a lightning bolt in its claws. At his hip is a long bastard sword, with a fiery red pommel gem. He steps lively into the common area, taking note of the patrons, in search of the keeper to find himself a room for the night. [/QUOTE]

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