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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 826825" data-attributes="member: 8222">Jack looks up with a wonder in his eyes at the gift from Taklinn.'Why, this is th finest Sword I've ever seen, Mister taklinn, Cor what a beaut!' The little Atomie waves the blade to and fro in the air, dancing about like some mad swashbuckling manikin. Sheating the dagger, the Atomie begins to gather up bits of gear from the refuse, creating a makeshift knapsack and stuffing it with a half dozen plums.'Well, shall we be off, my boon companions, adventure awaits, as they say...' <Providing you are all ready to continue>The Road to the Portal is one used often, or so it would seem at first glance.To Taklinn's seasoned eyes, a closer inspection reveals that many of the tracks seem to be going one way, and then back, as if whoever made them was turned away at the Portal.What you all know of the Portals is that the Guardians are tremendously powerful Beings of a variety of sorts. Indeed, if the Minstrels of Whistle are to be believed, no two Guardians are alike, and there are said to be Hundreds of Portals throughout the Dungeon, maybe thousands.A few hours later, right about noon, as you all reckon, with biting flies buzzing in your ears and the 'Sun' beating down on you from above, you stand before what must be the Portal.Two Pillars stand to either side of a narrow cleft leading into the Mountains, aged stone showing the weathering of countless years. The pillars seem to be made of pale marble veined with blue. Kaz and Aska feel a warm emination from the Pillars, almost as if they were alive. .A few moments later, the sound of grinding rock heralds the arrival of the Guardian. The Pillars ARE the Guardian.The Marble begins to melt fluidly to the ground, coalesceing in to a pool at the cleft's center. Then, building from the ground up, a vaguely humanoid form shapes from the liquid rock. In a few seconds a towering figure looms above you all, standing at least 15 feet tall.A head looks down, 2 quartz eyes gittering a pale blue and a booming voice speaks to you 'TO CROSS,YOU MUST ANSWER MY RIDDLE. IF YOU FAIL, YOU MAY NEVER AGAIN PASS THIS WAY. WILL YOU ANSWER AS A GROUP OR AS INDIVIDUALS, ACCEPTING YOUR FATE AS IT COMES...DECIDE.' The Guardian stands stock still, regarding you impassively.</blockquote>

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