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Message: <blockquote data-quote="geogator" data-source="post: 4358566" data-attributes="member: 68879">One scaly eyelid gently opens to reveal a milky covered blue eye. It looks at the impetuous young lady with a gentle intrigue. He lifts his staff off his shoulder and uses the crook in it to shift the thick white strands of hair from the front of his face. " I once traveled with a courageous warforged in the service of Bahumat. His casing was formed from mithril. His name was Phalanx, at least that is the name his military commanders gave him. He was quite larger than our friend Oak here. I would say at least half again as tall if not twice and again that wide. We made the arduous journey to a sage by the name of Corsian. Phalanx was in search of his heritage as well. Corsian took great care to research such things and sumized that Phalanx was created using great magics now lost to our world. I guess I always assumed that the magics that gave breath to living steel would give it all the trappings of feeling. I know that Phalanx had a grand affection for small children and a good clean heart in service of his God. I never thought to ask him though." The venerable dragonborn sits up slightly the old wrinkles of leathery azure flesh and dull aqua and azure scales stretch as he lifts his tired arms over his head, stretching from his nap. A great yawn cracks and pops his jaw then he smiles at the group. He reaches under his portion of the bench and pulls out a small box with ventilated holes in it. He opens it and slips a bit of food into the box. He smiles again. "I have been quite rude. I am Blizzard! The Wizard!" With a flurish and fan fair he prestidigitates a burst of snow to fall around the carriage. Then he pulls out a small box turtle from its home. "And this is my traveling companion Spike. Like me, he takes everything he needs with him on his back." He winks at the other passengers. </blockquote>

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