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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Creamsteak" data-source="post: 1212219" data-attributes="member: 552">The world has been torn apart, at least on the surface, by the invasion of the race calling themselves the Tempest. The civilizations, the cities, the culture of the people that lived here at one time have been broken apart. Now, six of the remaining groups of survivors conveen to discuss what should be done in action with the Tempest's invasion.Mixed between these six groups are a number of individuals and pairs that have only happened upon this meeting. Three hundred fourty six people in total, to add to the already massive meeting of six hundred thirty one. This group, possibly the last survivors of the societies that once lived on the surface now wearily conveen. They hope that their enemies do not take notice of their organization, they pray for time.Now a council of twenty three individuals (all characters included) conveen in one of the only standing structures from before the times of the Tempest, a small town hall belonging to a hamlet that was never targeted by the invaders before. The meeting is just beginning...An awkwardly recieved dwarven man, wearing a mixture of armor and vestments of royalty stand in the center of twenty two other individuals. They sit in chairs and on benches from a time that seems infinitely long go. The dwarven gentlemen waits for the stillness of the room, then boasts, "Survivors of Archon! We're here not to drink the remainder of the Ale and see our lives wasted! We're not here to talk about hiding so that our children can survive and procreate! We're here to decide how we should crush those damned abominations! I've seen them killed, and I'm sure you've seen the same! They're so busy with the Drow and the Illithidkind, we can smash them on thier hinds while they've got their noses on the ground! You say that theres only so many of us, but I know better! I've seen one man take on a hundred of their best soldiers and live to tell the story! I've seen one man wrestle with their giant dragons, and pin those damn things! I've even seen one man smash their wizards without flinching from their magic! We can do it!"Another man, this time a human in the vestments of a druid replies, "All the great heroes are dead. I know your father was a great man, but look what happened to them? They work in unison, they focus on the threats that they percieve first, and eliminate them one by one. Your father died because he was just one man."The dwarf rebuttles, "That's the blasted point! We can work together, become strong enough to smash those bastards! All we need is to temper our brotherhood, our strength, and our will to fight! We can do it."These two men, they lead the conversation. While one boasts of victory, the other shoots down the Dwarves ideas with snide remarks about the uselessness of trying to conquer a superior foe. Occationally one of the other men interject their own thoughts, but quickly those actions are becoming lost in the tediousness...</blockquote>

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