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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Snipehunt" data-source="post: 1109351" data-attributes="member: 13142">IvarIvar returns home from a long night enforcing orders for the Boss.  He yawns, stretches, and opens the door, looking forward to sheeding his armor and dropping all but his essential weapons.  The open door reveals a room filled with mist - as if his mom had left the fire burning all day with damp wood.  He hears a scream, and realizes to his dismay it's his young brother.  A woman runs out of the mist, holding the struggling, crying infant.  A large kerchief covers her hair and shades her face.  Startled, Ivar lunges at her out of reflex.  But his sleep-deprived body is too slow, and he just misses.  As the woman clatters down the steps, Ivar's mother appears like a ghost out of the mist. Ivar takes the stairs in a leap, and runs out into the street, easily navigating in the dense fog.  Funny, no fog when I came in he thinks.  He follows the footsteps for several hundred feet before he begins to notice that he does not recognize any of the shops and homes, or even the very street on which he is running. The gravel of Greyhawk streets cobblestones have been replaced with cobblestones. Through the mist, he catches faint glimpses of strange names and oddly shaped windows and doors.Ivar is closing on the fleeing kidnapper when he hears the clopping of several horse-hooves and sees a large dark shape appear out of the mists. A strange voice seems to burst from the darkness - An, I canna, I canna, do no ask this you Sisters you evil Sisters I canna I canna you Three someday this will be Oh, you Three over and over and - which shuts off at the sounds of the carriage's wooden door.It occurs to Ivar that none of those words were spoken - he did not "hear" them. They simply appeared in his mind.The coach only stands still for an instant, then the horses move quickly down the street.  Ivar realizes he has no chance to catch it.  He draws and fires his hand-crossbow at one of the horses, hoping to stop it's advance, but a strange force throws the bolt off target.Ivar sees a human with a great axe panting and sweating in the middle of the street, and a dwarf looking oddly out of place.</blockquote>

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