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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6787388" data-attributes="member: 6777052">It was early morning, in the grey light before dawn, and the snowstorm raged fiercely about them making it difficult to see very far. They pulled their cloaks more tightly about them and trudged on, their footprints almost instantly obliterated by the whirling snow. It seemed a desolate and unwelcoming place and Clotbert said a short prayer to protect them from cold, though his words were whipped away and the others heard them not. With the torch-lit avenue to guide them, they passed between two moss-covered menhirs each several yards across and twice the height of a man; they gave the impression of great age, as if they had stood here since the dawn of time. There were more of the stones to left and right, seeming as if they might curve round to form a great circle and BoldItalic wondered if this was an ancient henge, a site of worship or a monument of some kind from an earlier age.They went forward and there, in what they guessed was the centre of the circle, a huddle of fur-clad figures stood silently, as if waiting for their arrival. They wore hoods and tunics sewn from the hides of wolves and bears and their boots from the fur of some other animal that Rylnethaz did not recognize. What he did notice immediately was that they were all carrying stone clubs with wooden handles bound with leather thongs but, strangely, they were carrying them raised, as if they were of more ceremonial than warlike use, and Rylnethaz was uncertain of their demeanour. He raised a hand as a signal and his companions halted behind him.The fur-clad men began a chant in a strange language that even BoldItalic could not identify, beyond thinking that it seemed very ancient. Fearing that it might be the beginning a spell to summon up primæval forces, he raised his staff and prepared a counterspell in his mind. But the chant was not directed at the newcomers. It had the effect that within the circle of the standing stones the weather quietened, the wind dropped to a whisper and the snow ceased to fall.Feeling more confident that these men were not their enemies, Rylnethaz flung back his cloak and presented, as was the manner of knights in those days who made their identities known to each other by the blazons on their surcoats and shields. It was at that exact moment that the sun rose. A shaft of sunlight struck through a gap between the stones and fell upon Sir Rylnethaz, catching the steel of his mail and making him seem to blaze suddenly out of the shadows around him.He couldn't have timed it more dramatically if he had tried. The fur-clad men gave hoarse cries and fell to their knees, worshipping this god-like figure clad in raiment of the sun the like of which was beyond their comprehension. But the moment did not last. There was a harsh cry from the sky above them and a monstrous winged lizard, like the pterodactyl of legend, swooped down and grasped one of the kneeling men in its huge maw. It flew clumsily past and perched on top of one of the menhirs obviously intending to devour its still-struggling prey.The first to react was ...</blockquote>

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