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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sqwonk" data-source="post: 1123418" data-attributes="member: 13931">The meetingThe Osterhaus (An Inn located in the Lipin Valley a very rural section of The Kingdom of Virak in the southern 100 Kingdoms.)  A well dressed man is talking to Yaro, the innkeeper. “I will need several beds, probably five. I have some more associates coming.” He pauses when he spots the armored pale elf entering the inn. Ice elves are quite rare this far south. “ Hello, I am Udo Fuvash. Are you here to meet with me?” At the elf’s puzzled look, “You must be. Please have a seat. You must be parched and hungry from your trip." “ I am Zenthilus.” Zenthilus has never heard of Fuvash, but the red-crested hawk led him to the inn. It just feels right. Horan has never led him astray. He tells Fuvash about his trip as he starts to eat.  A few minutes later, a pale blond Grey elf enters the inn, looks around and introduces himself to Fuvash as Angrimir of House Quarnavae. As Angrimir starts to swap travel stories, Fuvash waves over to the 2 travelers who have just entered the inn. They introduce themselves to the table as Larinia from the Temple of Saro and Remilees a adventurer and storyteller. “Is that a dog?” Remilees asks incredulously.  As Angrimir puts some meat scraps onto a dish, “ Yes, this is Pepe. The Grey elves tried to bring back dogs into the world, and Pepe is the result.” Note: In Tian, dogs are creatures of legend. Most stories are about their fierce loyalty and large size. Remilees sits down, not sure if the legends are a farce or the Grey elves are losing their magical touch. Angrimir says “By the way did anyone notice the red-headed hawk perched on the corner of the inn?” As the party nods, Zenthilus, proudly states “Yes, that is Horan. Were you not all led here by him?” “No, I mean a real hawk- not some metaphysical bird sign.” replies Angrimir. “Horan is real. The beautiful hawk is a manifestation of his power and caring.”  Angrimir bites back his sarcastic reply as he spots Zenthilus’ fierce look of conviction. After a pregnant pause, Fuvash says, “ As some of you are aware, we are to assist in establishing a new trade route with the Iron Kingdoms. We are attempting to use the remaining gates of the Great Road to do this.” The Great Road (now called the Sundered Road) was a series of 12 magical gates around the continent. There are currently only 4 working – some only sporadically. “Also, you were called for descriptively by divinations of the Sisterhood of Hope. When the last of you – “ The conversation is interrupted by a loud deep voice at the front desk/bar.“I am looking for Pudoh Foolish.” The group turns to see a huge man towering over the dwarf who points towards their table.  Fuvash winces and lets out a quite laugh as he turns and spots the large man. “They did tell me he was a fire giant.” “Please come join us for dinner and discussion my large friend.” “Are you the employer?” “Yes, I am Udo Fuvash.” “Well in that case, Marcus would like a chicken with a large side of potatoes- don’t skimp on the butter. And 2 pints of ale with some bread.” Yaro, the dwarf, rushes off before Marcus decides that dwarves might taste like chicken.  Fuvash gathers the party together again around the table. As several of the others stare and Pepe hides under the chair, Marcus blurts out “What? You never seen a Ulykos before?” “Actually no, but good to have you on board.” replies Angrimir eying up Marcus’ 7-foot sword. After everyone settles, Fuvash continues. “ As some of you know, the Church of the Reborn is backing this excursion because there is much more to this than a new trade agreement. The Sisterhood of Hope also have ordained a prophecy about this group.”The return of the Tyrant will be witnessed by the Wanderer, Blacksmith, Burning Man and the Tragic Twins. “They do not know who of you is which- but you are they.”</blockquote>

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