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<blockquote data-quote="Jarval" data-source="post: 161839" data-attributes="member: 421">A small crowd of people gathers round the door of the Dancing Hounds as you leave.&nbsp; You set off towards Bellhold with their well wishes filling your ears.You travel for all of that night, along empty roads.&nbsp; The threat of bandits seems to keep the roads little traveled out of daylight, although you see no sign of them yourselves.&nbsp; Of course, a party of well armed adventures hardly looks like an easy mark!A couple of hours after dawn, you are in sight of Bellhold.&nbsp; Farms are on both sides of the road, and the horses in the field to your left come over and look curiously at your progress.&nbsp; Ahead of you a ridge of large mountains loom skywards.&nbsp; The mountain closest to you has a silhouette a little like church steeple.&nbsp; A small town sits in the valley beneath it.&nbsp; A river snakes out from the mountain, curling around the town, and then flowing down the valley.&nbsp; In the sunlight, several plumes of smoke twist up from the chimneys of buildings close to the mountain, staining the otherwise clean air.A few hundred feet away down the road from you, an elderly man dressed in work clothes stands in the road, looking frustrated.&nbsp; Seemingly unaware of the man, two large workhorses graze on the good grass by the roadside.&nbsp; As you watch, the man sidles forwards and grabs for one of the horses, but both bolt away down the road.&nbsp; They stop twenty feet away and seem to ignore the man once again, putting their heads down to graze.&nbsp; The man drops several lead ropes he was carrying and throws his arms up in disgust.The long delayed update arrives at last! <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="Jarval, post: 161839, member: 421"] A small crowd of people gathers round the door of the Dancing Hounds as you leave. You set off towards Bellhold with their well wishes filling your ears. You travel for all of that night, along empty roads. The threat of bandits seems to keep the roads little traveled out of daylight, although you see no sign of them yourselves. Of course, a party of well armed adventures hardly looks like an easy mark! A couple of hours after dawn, you are in sight of Bellhold. Farms are on both sides of the road, and the horses in the field to your left come over and look curiously at your progress. Ahead of you a ridge of large mountains loom skywards. The mountain closest to you has a silhouette a little like church steeple. A small town sits in the valley beneath it. A river snakes out from the mountain, curling around the town, and then flowing down the valley. In the sunlight, several plumes of smoke twist up from the chimneys of buildings close to the mountain, staining the otherwise clean air. A few hundred feet away down the road from you, an elderly man dressed in work clothes stands in the road, looking frustrated. Seemingly unaware of the man, two large workhorses graze on the good grass by the roadside. As you watch, the man sidles forwards and grabs for one of the horses, but both bolt away down the road. They stop twenty feet away and seem to ignore the man once again, putting their heads down to graze. The man drops several lead ropes he was carrying and throws his arms up in disgust. [COLOR=skyblue]The long delayed update arrives at last! :)[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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