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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Stalker0" data-source="post: 5911687" data-attributes="member: 5889">The 3 of them stared at the wrought iron door laid before them. The scratches on the door mirrored the axe in the fighter's hand, his chest heaving with fatigue at the recent series of heavy blows that had eluded success.The rogue flittered with the broken pieces of his favorite lockpick, frustrated by failure and by the future loss of coin its replacement would require.The billowing cloak strode past them both, a hood swept away revealing ancient looking eyes that gazed at the door with purpose.A slight hand gesture, an invisible nudge, and the sound of paper against leather case the only sound echoing through the forgotten hallway.The rolled paper slid into hand, a pale white, forged by a ghost rather than a man one might say.With a heavy sigh, the wizard unrolled his prize upon the door. The paper fought him as any rolled paper would, but an inaudible word held it fast, and it greeted the door's iron as a good friend long separated.The wizard turned to his compatriots, noticing right away the words forming on the rogues lips. He smiled knowingly, placed his hand upon the halfling's shoulders, and said "an hour". He pushed the hood back upon his head once more, and retreated down the corridor. With a look to each other, the fighter and rogue joined their friend...Time enough passed, and the trio returned to the iron door. Yet did iron remain? For now the door was as white as the paper placed upon it.The wizard once again walked smoothly to the door, raised his hand and pulled off his glove. He placed his hand upon the parchment, and each fingertip glowed in turn. He pulled the hand back, and curled each finger slowly into his palm. The glow of colors mixed with each other, until a shining white emerged as pure as any light known.With a strong motion, he set his knuckles to their task, a single rap that echoed around and through the barred entranceway.With a groan, like an old man awakening from slumber, the door moved away and back, opening and revealing another corridor...and further possibilities.The wizard folded his arms and leaned against the entranceway. Another smile, he opened the hand again. Now covered in what appeared to be black soot, the hand was open, welcoming....as the arm stretched into the doorway.He looked to his friends, and then both gave the same sigh long before his words were spoken. But speak them he did, speak them he always would...."After you".</blockquote>

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