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Message: <blockquote data-quote="silentspace" data-source="post: 1204311" data-attributes="member: 14316">Bert goes hunting for tracks.  They seem to have come from the east, and also returned to the east.  Crossing the stream, Bert sees that all the tracks joined together again in a grove of trees several hundred feet beyond.  He peers in carefully, wondering if the hobgoblins are still there.  Circling around at a distance, he finds tracks entering the grove from the south, and more leaving the grove to the north.  The caravan is also heading north.Later, as Bert gives his eulogy, several people who had been holding back tears start to weep.  They give their final goodbyes, and the caravan starts up again.  Thevin comes out to drive the carriage, now that it’s driver is dead.--Elsewhen in the Duchy…Wemmic Foxburr was playing with Alighiere and Milton, giving his two badgers a bit of exercise.  Calling upon the power of Obad-Hai, a cloud of misty vapor sprung forth from his hand, surrounding him and the badgers.  Then, calling upon Obad-Hai once more, Wemmic became invisible to the badger’s scent.  Now, the fun began, as they played hide and seek in the mist.  Then Wemmic heard hooves approaching from outside the circle of mist.  Carefully approaching the direction of the sound, he peered out, using the mist as concealment.  There was a half-elf mounted on a horse there, with a riding dog trailing behind him.  “Wemmic Foxburr?  I have a message for you.”It was only yesterday that Devan Torrington had buried his friend Ren, and the Blood Hawks had ridden off, bidding him farewell.  Devan worked his farm, but felt empty inside.  His halfling stepfather, Cecil Torrington, had told him his parents had died at the hands of Nazdin, the Gorukan war leader.  The desire for revenge burned in Devan’s heart, but he would need to improve his skills first.  He did not want to devote years of service to earn admission into the Order of the Bow.  Maybe there was a better way.  If he could recover the Book of the True Bow, perhaps he would be able to decipher it’s secrets!  Armed with those secrets, he could avenge his parents, he was sure of it!  But was that even possible?  His friends, the Blood Hawks, were also seeking the Book, but for a different reason.  They wanted to return it to the Order.  Devan hadn’t noticed that he had been tilling the same, single row of soil for the past hour.  That’s when the rider approached.It was early morning when Manzanita Sparrow rose from her rest in the small room she was renting in this little hamlet.  She pulled out her spell book from the small chest in the corner that held all of her worldly possessions.  She perused her spells, searching for the key, the key to her vengeance.  The key to justice.  She knew the answer lay in her arcane magic, but didn’t know where.  When she was an apprentice, she sacrificed her chance to specialize in a school and increase the spells she could cast  She was glad she did.  She would need access to as many spells as possible, without limitation, if she was to gain her revenge.  Then she put her book away and got ready for work.  When she stepped out the door, a messenger was waiting for her.</blockquote>

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