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Message: <blockquote data-quote="RJKrik" data-source="post: 1120648" data-attributes="member: 2488">Kinrisar Chronicles Prologue    Two figures sit in a small boat rowing toward a darkened shore. Thoughts of what they had just seen still flash fresh in their minds. The boat rocks and rolls as they get closer to the rocky shore. There is a loud crash as the boat runs aground, the jagged bottom tearing it to pieces. The two figures are shaken but recover, and wade onto shore.     “Let’s go.” One says, in a gruff voice. His feelings of disgust barely boiling below the surface.    “Yes…let’s hurry…” The smaller one says staring out into the black sea.     They head off toward the lights and sounds of a nearby town. It takes them most of the night to reach the large town, looking a sight as they walk up the shore and on to the docks. ***     “Well well well, look at this!” A strong voice calls across the docks. “If it isn’t Ezieer Deyanos.”    The younger man looks around, and spots a friend from his past. “Serian? I can’t believe it, I haven’t seen you for years!” He walks over to him.     “Quite some time, my friend.” Serian Leafweaver replies, shaking Ezieer’s hand. He seems a bit on the slender side for a man his height, with slightly raised ears and a quickness that shows his parentage as part elven. “What are you doing here in Yyrak?”    “Well, not much now…” Ezieer says. Two people catch Ezieer’s eye as he answers Serian. “Would you look at that, it looks like those two were just fished out of the water…”     “Well, let’s go see what’s wrong…” Serian says with concern. He walks over to the two men.     “Er hey wait…” Ezieer says, noticing that streak of extreme righteousness hadn’t been taken out of Serian in the years since he had seen him last. “Oh fine…maybe I can give them some directions or something and get a few bits.” He shrugs and follows Serian.      The larger man looks human enough. Well muscled with a keen eye, he stands tall searching the docks for any hint of trouble. The other is smaller, slender, and moves with the grace that only an elf can obtain. “Hello there gentlemen. I am Serian Leafweaver, is there anything I can help you with?” Serian says in tradespeak.    “Hmm, what business is it of yours?” The human asks.     “Well, it looks as if you could use some assistance.” Serian says pointing to their still dripping clothes. “I am a Paladin of Adenan Stronghand it is my duty to help those in need.” At this Ezieer cringes a little but remains silent, watching the two strangers.“Perhaps we could use your help. Forgive Wil here, he is a really nice fellow once you get to know him. I am Lorimar Hilmo, cleric of Alyhndro. My friend here is Wilbe-O. Why don’t we find someplace more private to discuss a few things?”    “Well, I know a nice tavern around the corner.” Ezieer pipes in, thinking at the very least he will be able to get a free drink out of the deal. “The name is Ezieer Deyanos.”     ***    A man of about twenty years sits at a table with a group of tavern patrons. He has well tanned skin and a bright face. He is just finishing up a long tale…     "...And so, the pirates were finally caught (and hanged), but the treasure...well, that's a different tale." Azeem finishes telling the story to a moderate crowd that had gathered in the tavern. "Now, I think I shall get a drink. Long stories always dry out the mouth." He bows and heads off towards the bar.                  On his way back he notices four fellows sitting around a table, with the look of adventure about them... so he says, "Greetings gentlemen, you four look like you have an interesting tale to tell. I am Azeem Razuddi, Bard and traveler. Might I join you?"     The group agrees and introductions abound. Soon Lorimar is telling his tale…“We were on a ship, the Bezir’s Jewel, from Prea Abo to Crolon with medicines and supplies for the temple of Os there. Everything was going fine, the weather was good and then last night pirates attacked us. They began slaughtering the crew, it was awful but there was nothing we could do. The night was pitch black by the time they were done… Wil and I were able to get a small rowboat off and started for where we guessed shore was. After a half hour or so we ended up crashing onto the shore and began the walk here.”     The story touches even the slacker Ezieer, and they all agree to head to Crolon to see what good they can do for the people. While they talk of plans for how to get there a dark skinned man walks into the tavern. He takes a seat near the group and orders an ale.    “A shame we don’t have any more arcane magical support… I know a few tricks, but not much that would help us on the road to Crolon.” Azeem says.     After a brief bit of discussion Mandrin is welcomed to the group and they toast to a good journey (except Serian). Before leaving town they head over to the local temple of Os. Where they are directed to take a message to Oman Al’Jar, the high priest of the temple of Os in Crolon about his lost supplies. They say farewell to Yyrak (especially Ezieer) and are on the road to Crolon.</blockquote>

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