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<blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 5909226" data-attributes="member: 93930">The smells of cooking eggs and ham awakens you, and you come downstairs to hot tea and a hearty breakfast.&nbsp; After the meal is all but finished, Alvise stumbles downstairs, wincing at the sunlight.&nbsp; The innkeeper offers him food, but the half-elf turns slightly green, thanks her, and heads out to prepare the cart.&nbsp;It's about a half-hour's ride out to the site of the attack.&nbsp; You can see crows circling in the distance, and Alvise frowns. &quot;That'll be the horses,&quot; he mutters.&nbsp;Cresting a small rise, you can see that he's right.&nbsp; About fifty yards away, crows cluster around a couple of horse carcasses, and a pile of wheels and burned wood seem to be all that's left of the wagon.&nbsp; A light forest rises on either side of the road.&nbsp; Alvise pulls on the reins and stops the cart.&nbsp;&quot;I don't want to get closer until I know there ain't no more traps,&quot; he says, a trifle nervously.&nbsp;[gm]Perception checks all around, and let me know what you're doing, where you're going, and if there's anything in particular you're looking for.[/gm]&nbsp;&nbsp;<img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/Alvise_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />&nbsp;..... Alvise Biaggio .....</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Systole, post: 5909226, member: 93930"] The smells of cooking eggs and ham awakens you, and you come downstairs to hot tea and a hearty breakfast. After the meal is all but finished, Alvise stumbles downstairs, wincing at the sunlight. The innkeeper offers him food, but the half-elf turns slightly green, thanks her, and heads out to prepare the cart. It's about a half-hour's ride out to the site of the attack. You can see crows circling in the distance, and Alvise frowns. [COLOR=dimgray] "That'll be the horses,"[/COLOR] he mutters. Cresting a small rise, you can see that he's right. About fifty yards away, crows cluster around a couple of horse carcasses, and a pile of wheels and burned wood seem to be all that's left of the wagon. A light forest rises on either side of the road. Alvise pulls on the reins and stops the cart. [COLOR=dimgray]"I don't want to get closer until I know there ain't no more traps,"[/COLOR] he says, a trifle nervously. [gm]Perception checks all around, and let me know what you're doing, where you're going, and if there's anything in particular you're looking for.[/gm] [IMG]http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/Alvise_150.jpg[/IMG] [B]..... [COLOR=gray]Alvise Biaggio[/COLOR] .....[/B] [/QUOTE]

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