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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Snipehunt" data-source="post: 1109326" data-attributes="member: 13142">Karthak RohatKarthak stares into the darkness surrounding his tent, and instantly realizes he is somewhere else.  He hears a cackling laugh in the wood, and sees a faint outline of a female figure."So, Giorgio, you think to revenge on us, do you?" an ancient female voice speaks.  "You have killed enough Vistani blood, don't you think?  But you probably don't even know who your 'enemy' is, do you?"An old crone with wisps of white hair steps from the darkness in front of Karthak.  She looks vaguely like the Gypsy fortuneteller that had led him to this bleak land, but is still very different.  Karthak scowls and raises his axe, but stops as the woman pulls an object swaddled in white cloth and the size of a watermelon, from her robes.  She pulls down on the cloth, revealing the small, sleeping face of a baby who looks just as Karthak remembers himself looking as a lad.  "Did not know you had a son, did you, Giorgio?  Comes of a life without family or clan.  No rules, no structure, to help you learn the importance of family ties."Learn now, Giorgio, that the vengeance of the Vistani is so soft, so sweet, that you will not even know you have been struck until you fall, bleeding from hidden wounds."The babe stirs, its eyes fluttering open.  He sees Karthak, and a small grin crosses the bab'es face.  He makes a smal gurgling sound, and shifts in the swaddling as if to reach out to Karthak.A rumbling erupts from the woods, and the clattering of many hooves.  A dark coach drug by four black horses drives out from between two trees.  As Karthak stands in shocked awe, the crone steps back and the coach drives right between the two.  Without stopping, Karthak hears a sharp cry from the baby, then as the coach drives away, he sees a female arm dragging Karthak's son into the coach through the quickly closing door.  He hears a strange woman speaking in his head - oh dear oh what could this dear not another why make me take oh dear another but Davey I ah, so precious, somebody, I cannot let them have you, not the Three, somebody loved you so dear, Sisters, not them - which cuts off as the coach door slams shut.  The coach, quickly reaching a dirt road, and drives away.The old crone cackles as the coach drives away.  Karthak thinks to strike with his axe, but abandons the thought - he must stop that coach!Quickly realizing that his still wears his armor, Karthak grabs his longbow and other eqiupment, says goodbye fondly to his tent, and chases after the coach.  He loses ground quickly, thouhg, and the coach runs out of sight just as he enters a small town.All he can in quickly-gathering mist is a dwarvish figure standing bemused in the middle of the cobblestone street.</blockquote>

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