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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Deuce Traveler" data-source="post: 5130324" data-attributes="member: 34958">The crowd chuckled at the tale, and the responses from the scouts.  It would seem that even the seriousness of the Professor was missed and humor was found in his words.  It was quite late by the time the tale was done, and the scouts and the stoic Knight were asked to stand guard 20 meters down the trail from the temple.  "I'll take the first watch," offered the Knight.The scouts found an overgrown stone circle to lay their bedrolls upon, the stones of which were darker and crumbling from age; giving the remaining architecture a look even older than that of the ancient, nearby temple.  The scouts rested and finaly were taken by sleep under the brightly starlit sky...... and were woken by the sounds of drums.The ruins of the stone circle were gone, replaced by a newer circle of bleached white stone and undecipherable obsidian runes set into carved grooves.  The stars above were also gone, though the sky cast a pale illumination as if by the light of an unseen full moon.  From the stone circle was a trail made of pebbles that led upwards to a large structure, that stood in the place of the larger, but now-missing Greek temple.  The structure was foreboding, it's front face lit by several evenly spaced braziers raised up by three-foot high pedestals.  Humanoid statues stood between the braziers and the entrance of the structure, casting long shadows upon the building's walls.  The sound of the drums came from somewhere deeper inside, and their rythm was both seductive and hair-raising.  You have a strong urge to answer their call.The Knight was also gone, replaced with a regal-looking, dusky figure with gray robes, a shaven head, braided beard, snakeskin belt, and sandals.  Though middle-aged and healthy looking, he leaned heavily upon a long, ironwood sceptre with its top haft jagged and broken away.  "So, after all these years my prisoner has finally broken our wards and once more reached the living.  I know it was inevitable, but I had foolishly hoped my master would never terrorize this land again."  The man speaks in an ancient language, but you are somehow able to understand him.</blockquote>

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