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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tilmamir" data-source="post: 3343620" data-attributes="member: 31628">The party returns to Antioch, and goes directly to a small office-like building near the church square. They debrief a while with Edmund, and the delegation disbands.Randall, sits in a comfortable chair and puts his head in his hands, weary with the grief for his people. "Long have we been good, long have we tried to be noble. Whenever there have been attempts to deviate into evil, we have shunned those few. The last real close call with the untraditional was almost five thousand years ago - the clan Melekevar.And now this. We are a poor lot, courting disaster, and truly to be pittied.Add to that the false hope that an elven maiden might find me attractive. someday. [sigh]"Edmund breaks Randall's weary thoughts: "Friend, What is the matter?"Randall: "My people are lost, they walk on the knife edge of dispair and desperation."Randall sits up and adjusts himself."It is imperitive that the lost clan is destroyed. We have that lead to where they are. At least we can begin there. I can only ask that I be part of the party that takes them on. My people need to be restored, and that cancerous clan poisons any healing that can begin.""Perhaps my friends and I can go after the bugbear camp. As I said earlier, we have been there once already. Yet some of us may need a word of restraint - as you said last time, we are a bit of a 'blunt instrument' and this requires some information gathering.""I would like to volunteer all of us, assuming the others will agree, for the task of taking the ruin of St Cuthbert, and getting the information about the Sundered."[Edmund Agrees?]</blockquote>

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