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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aldern Foxglove" data-source="post: 5405449" data-attributes="member: 97308">Ciperel walks forward and disappears into the darkness...[sblock=Ciperel]The darkness parts before you and you find yourself in a large white silken pavilion.  Brown skinned Hethi sit around you, upon cushions, wearing nothing but gold jewelery and white linen kilts.  In the center of the pavilion is a shallow tray of sand filled with colored figures, obviously a crude battle map.  It shows forces to the north, east, and west of your own all of equal size and a circle to the south east with the name Gahreen written in it."The Serpents approach us on three sides my lord, we must flee."  An aging, but still fit, man says firmly."My Lord if we abandon our position Gahreen will fall, ten thousand citizens my Lord, they will be slaughtered to a man.  We must stand."  A younger man interjects leaning forward towards you in earnest."They outnumber us two to one, how can we hope to win, better that ten thousand should die and the fight go on that they and their descendants live under the whims of those vile creatures."  The first snaps back."What do we do my Lord?"Then a smokey ethereal figure rises from the center of the battle map, the man from the statues."So you would seek my blessing to lead our family young Ziere?  Choosing wisdom might proclaim a keen mind, or a faint heart.  You face my dilemma how will you choose, and how will you abide the consequences.  Show your worth and earn the prize you seek or my censure."  The ghostly figure of Ravran Ziere intones solemnly.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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