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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Darimaus" data-source="post: 3503052" data-attributes="member: 50345">The king breaks into a fit of cocky laughter. [coor=brown] "I have no doubts about what you can accomplish. You could kill me, you could destroy this entire country, and probably never break a sweat doing it. The irony is that by doing so, you would be destroying everything you were sent here to save. Did you know that I am the son of the King of Almentra? As you are new here, you wouldn't know, but Almentra is by far the most powerful nation on this island. Filled with people who have become dissillusioned with the Gatekeeper, and who have built up their own strength. If you kill me, it would be considered an act of war by the people who summoned you, Halo, the country you entered from. Almentra would attack back, laying that coutnry and its allies to ruins for the loss of one of the King's bloodrelatives, and break the Gatekeeper's back forever, essentially doing the Disciples work for them. And all because you decided to hold a little hissy fit. I don't think you have it in you. Why do you think I sent the guards away?" [/color] " Unfortunatly, what little information we know would probably only serve to fill your heads with more questions. However, Phelan has always been an excellent judge of character, so I will assist you once more. Here is an address to a Gloomwood Stalkers Guildhall in Halster, a small city about three hours sothwest of here, as well as a letter of recomendation. There, you can get into contact with people who can provide you with the answers you seek, and even aid you in your quest. But first, you must cross the border. I will tell you this. I hope you don't hate dragons. " The elf gives the group a friendly smile before bidding farewell and heading off with his companions.The Lady stands up and heads for the door. "Well, its been fun, but I want to get some rest before the action starts. Call me when your ready." OOC: I'll let you take care of the planning stages. Realistically, as long as its not too overblown and you're willing to put the resources forth, I probably won't object to any of the prep work your planning. Be as detailed as you want to be. Its more fun that way <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />The red man casually strolls over to where Obsidian stands amidst the chaos and destruction. "So you're the one the Stalkers were all in a huff about. You have to give them credit, they certainly know talent when they see it, though what they had planned for you, I can't begin to concieve. Obsidan. That's your name isn't it? I've only got the rumors to go off of here. I would like to thank you for aiding young Paul over there. That blasted woman comes back all the time just to torment him. I have a feeling she may start coming for you too. But where are my manners? Here isn't the place to discuss such issues. Would you accept an invitation to the heart of my mountain?" </blockquote>

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