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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Harvey" data-source="post: 2292252" data-attributes="member: 28968">Koric, Half-Orc Cleric of PelorKoric wakes as early as possible, rolling up his bedroll and stowing his gear. He looks for a nice, quiet spot to pray, making sure to not disturb the others. He finds a nice clearing, and kneels down, hands outstretched to the rising sun. "Pelor, by the light you bring in the morning, by the eye you shine on the world, may you give your humble servants the faith to shed light on the darkest places of the world. We have a large battle ahead, and we fight for a just cause, so may you guide our arms to strike true, and may you guide our hearts to know the true enemies in the darkness."He sits quietly for a quarter hour, in silent prayer, before he rises to meet the gleeful face of Felicity. "Friend Koric, Dagmar!  Lets be off!  The others are well ahead, and we've no time to spare!" "Aye, my friends. Our lovely maiden speaks true. Hold, while I grab my gear, and we shall be off." He grabs his backpack, his mace, and his shield, ready for the trek."Sleep well, my dwarven friend? I slept like a log!" he utters, as he catches Dagmar's eye with a grin. "Well, hopefully we will be able to follow the trail Lindal left for us, or all this will be for naught."</blockquote>