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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Larry Fitz" data-source="post: 558580" data-attributes="member: 3949"> The bold adventurers had traveled far. From the foothills of The Insured lands through the farmlands of York as they crossed just north of the great city. At each juncture the Wizard Tacetarip (of Beanland) would examine the odd signs, written in the language of the deep tinkers. Each time he would nod knowingly and say "Yes, this way."; his companions Messonox (the learned healer), Greyshadow (the assassin), the winsome faeries that hired them, Deegee and Malessa would follow somberly. As they traversed the open countryside, past the city of steel, through the land of the Shy and their Spires of the Wind (including the tower of Seers) they saw much but avoided confrontation, they followed the odd signs till they finally came to a lake, not a great lake, but a good one. A lake steeped in tradition. According to the signs it was here they would face the terrible dragon Pa... but they had not counted on encountering the Eldest of Wyrms... the fearsome creature known as Pladoh Xagyg..... I love these boards....</blockquote>