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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hbarsquared" data-source="post: 1451627" data-attributes="member: 4550">James made his way to one of the empty docks at the lake shore, and sat staring over the water's surface.  Snow laid down at his side, tongue lolling.  It was a beautiful late autumn afternoon, and a slight breeze would pick up waves as the lapped against the wooden posts of the dock.  He did not hear the figure approach from behind him."Great power lies within you, stranger to Cauldron," came the thick, gravelly voice from behind James.  He whirled around, to see a stooped, dark figure.  Strangely, shadows clung to the person's form, despite the afternoon sun."In your future, great deeds await," the figure whispered, "You possess that which few comprehend, and the strength to harness it. Dangers lurk beneath our feet, and the people of Cauldron will need you, though you may not wish to help those whom you despise. Meet me tonight, at the Gurnezarn smithy."The dark figure lifted one gloved hand in farewell. Without a whispered word or arcane gesture, it blurred and faded from sight.OOC: Feel free to interject anything you would like into the conversation, any responses James would like to give or anything he would like to do afterward.  Also, a quick reminder to write posts in past tense.  Thanks!* * *The crowds did not surprise him, but Hershan felt jostled and almost claustrophobic as untold numbers of people passed him in the streets.  He made his way down the inner bowl of the city, passing shops, homes, and temples.  Eventually he found his way to the Tipped Tankard Tavern, which sounded more promising than th Drunken Morkoth which he had passed earlier in the day.  He entered the building, large windows filtering in hazy light.A large half-orc with a dirty apron and wet rag stood behind the bar, keeping a lazy eye on the occupants of the tavern.  The barkeep caught Hershan's eye and with a slight smile gave him a small nod.* * *The wrinkled face wrinkled further.  "Telenor?  Why it is you.  You're the rascal that could not stay in his bed for more than two nights straight."  Her eyes narrowed.  "You were far more trouble than you were worth, my boy.""What concern is that of yours?" she spat.  "We do not need your help.  The town guard and the Lord Mayor's investigators have already been by.  We don't need you screwing things up!"  With that, she slammed the door in his face, and Telenor heard the sound of a lock clicking into place."She does not understand your concern," came a rough, gravelly voice from behind him.  "Nor your power."A moment ago, Telenor had been alone on the porch.  Now there stood a dark, shadowy figure, hunched over not five feet from the elf."You can help them, if you wish," continued the cloaked figure.  "You possess that which few comprehend, and the strength to harness it. Dangers lurk beneath our feet, and the people of Cauldron will cry out for you, before the end.  Meet me tonight, at the Gurnezarn smithy."The dark figure lifted one gloved hand in farewell. Without a whispered word or arcane gesture, it blurred and faded from sight.* * *The sun hovered just above the city wall as Polaris made his way to the smithy, regaled in his vestments and his sheathed weapon at his side.  He had an impression to make, after all, considering the dangers he might face on this epic quest.  He strode the cobblestoned street with confidence.There was one area that he passed in which the light of the fading sun did not touch.  From somewhere behind him, a sudden, plaintive cry for help pierced the evening air.* * *</blockquote>

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