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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Erekose13" data-source="post: 1449980" data-attributes="member: 3387">Polaris Nemarin, elven paladinAs the sun shone over the lip of the city walls its brilliance falling on the elven warrior, Polaris straightened in his stance looking up at the glory of the sun.  This was his favorite time of the day,  the new sun shining bright in the morning brought with it hope and warmth.  He continued through his practice routine concentrating on the motions that drew him in, the well ordered steps that dictated the movements of his body.  The movements helped him forget about the opportunities that seemed to be passing him by.  All the others had left, even Carnas his mentor.  All summoned on quests that would bring help those in need as well as personal glory.  And yet he remained here.  He knew why too, all to often when there was something really important it would seem to escape from his memory fading out as if it had never existed.  Course it could be what Brother Kristof had said the other day, You lack common sense boy, please next time remember not to wander in through the back during service. He might've bristled at that he couldnt remember, 'boy' how could the brother have called him 'boy' he was much older than any of the clergy at the church.When the figure appeared in the courtyard all thoughts of yesterday's talk with the brother faded too.  What a strange looking individual, thought Polaris, shorter than even he which was unusual in Cauldron.  Sure there were a few halflings, gnomes and dwarves but rarely did they come into the Church of Pelor, that sometimes Polaris forgot there were people shorter than him.Now that was what he was waiting for - 'great deeds', 'strength', 'danger', to be needed by the city!  Gurnezan smithy, must remember Gurnezan smithy.   Shouldn't be too hard it there he took his sword to get sharpened every week.  Course the smith had to remind him every time that it was he who had forged the sword in the first place and that Polaris should take better care of it."Gurnezan smithy! I'll be there!" he said out loud, only noticing then that the short man had disappeared already.  That day he kept repeating the name of the smithy over and over in his head as he went through his daily chores.  Sometimes his mind wandered to great deeds that he would accomplish in the service of the citizens, but somehow he managed to keep the name and time of the meeting firmly in mind.  He even managed to show up early, well quite early really as the sun was still sitting atop the opposite wall of the city.</blockquote>

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