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<blockquote data-quote="Dragonwriter" data-source="post: 5611149" data-attributes="member: 54988">At last, a sign! The messengers of the Queen would lead him to his purpose. The halfling slipped his mask onto his face, donned his armor and checked over his gear. Then he saddled Tox, as he did every morning (it was not right to force the scorpion to wear such a thing all night), and set out atop his deadly mount.The trail was long... but Arsa was nothing if not dedicated. Tox's strange gait inexorably carried him where he needed to be.The large scorpion slows at Arsa's command as the halfling spies a man leaning against a wall. The goddess-sent scorpions mill about in front of him, as if insisting and trying to pull Arsa along. Slowly, he clicks his tongue and his arachnid ally continues walking. It clicks its pincers a few times as the two get near the half-orc, the trail of scorpions leading right up to him.By this point, Arsa is more curious than anything else. When he is just a dozen feet from the half-orc, the little man calls out &quot;What business have you with Chelicera? For my goddess has sent me here, and you stand next to the entrance she has shown me. It is a sign, though for good or ill I do not know. Yet.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dragonwriter, post: 5611149, member: 54988"] At last, a sign! The messengers of the Queen would lead him to his purpose. The halfling slipped his mask onto his face, donned his armor and checked over his gear. Then he saddled Tox, as he did every morning (it was not right to force the scorpion to wear such a thing all night), and set out atop his deadly mount. The trail was long... but Arsa was nothing if not dedicated. Tox's strange gait inexorably carried him where he needed to be. The large scorpion slows at Arsa's command as the halfling spies a man leaning against a wall. The goddess-sent scorpions mill about in front of him, as if insisting and trying to pull Arsa along. Slowly, he clicks his tongue and his arachnid ally continues walking. It clicks its pincers a few times as the two get near the half-orc, the trail of scorpions leading right up to him. By this point, Arsa is more curious than anything else. When he is just a dozen feet from the half-orc, the little man calls out [color=crimson]"What business have you with Chelicera? For my goddess has sent me here, and you stand next to the entrance she has shown me. It is a sign, though for good or ill I do not know. Yet."[/color] [/QUOTE]

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