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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hrothgar" data-source="post: 2804325" data-attributes="member: 22226">Herger's massive form and unexpected actions did not go unnoticed by the riders.  Reining back on their heavy Dornish steeds, the horses shrilling in an effort to stop, the riders come to a stop in front of the Heroes, grass and dirt spraying at the Heroes feet.  The lead rider dismounts rapidly, drawing a massive axe and striding quickly toward Herger confidently and aggressively.  The other two riders stay in their saddles, spear tips pointed at the Heroes's chests, steely eyes glaring at the Heroes.  Covered in battle scars with blades notched from continual war, it is obvious these warriors of Northern Eredane have seen their share of the Shadow's evil.Before the dismounted Dorn can reach the group, he stumbles back in surprise, white mist springing up out of the ground around him.  His companions cry out in dismay as their horses stomp their hooves in agitation.  What evil sorcery is this?  The woman's a witch!  Reaching back for his steed's bridle, half-ready to flee or fight, he calls out again, his gaze fixed on Herger, his companions' gaze fixed on those Heroes not obscured by mist.  Friends?  Speak your peace then.  The burden of proof is on you!  Blood trickles down his hand from the wound in his shoulder, but he hardly seems to notice.  Agents of Shadow or not?  What is your story?  His voice is deep and harsh and set on edge.</blockquote>