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Message: <blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 7478596" data-attributes="member: 6799460"> <img src="http://www.dawnindustry.com/TRBimages/Header1.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> Game threads: <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?652753-The-Rhyot-Break-Chapter-One-Endless-White" target="_blank">IC Thread - Chapter One: Endless White</a> <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?652752-The-Rhyot-Break-(OOC)-Discussion-(Recruiting-3-5-Players" target="_blank">OOC Discussion (Game-related banter, questions and chat)</a> <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?652751-The-Rhyot-Break-(OOC)-Tome-of-Knowledge" target="_blank">Tome of Knowledge (Approved characters, and an evolving repository of world information from the DM)</a><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?652751-The-Rhyot-Break-(OOC)-Tome-of-Knowledge" target="_blank"></a> <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?652751-The-Rhyot-Break-(OOC)-Tome-of-Knowledge" target="_blank"></a> <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?652751-The-Rhyot-Break-(OOC)-Tome-of-Knowledge" target="_blank"></a> Huddled and occasionally shivering beneath a ragged blanket of fur, you sleep upon the persistent scratchings of sack-stuffed and freeze dried alpine needles. Chilling and uncomfortable though it may be, with time came acceptance of fate. A life of monotony and physical labour. Dreams of anything else were just... dreams.Many years ago, The Rhyot Break as it is now commonly called, was a site stained in blood. Word had traveled. The quality of the mine's silent occupants, blunt-shafted aquamarine crystals bluer that the seas below a cloudless heaven, were unsurpassed. Clear. Large. Beautiful.What began as land ownership disputes and the scuffles of distant villages, escalated to tribal war. Here, in the freezing permafrost of Halst Peak, oft above the cloud-line, greed came head to head with one of the most inhospitable places on earth. But things would only get worse.Ten long years ago the dwarves came. Not the pot-bellied, oft drunk and jovial folk lowlanders most might have been accustomed to, these were worse. Far worse, for they were The Korrud and in their thousands. Skin marked with the symbols of some distant lord, their armies landed on the southern coasts of Reinne, marching north through the marshes, forest and plains. Unstoppable. They crossed the Eyelin Hills. Villages fell to their knees at every step, victims to a foreign culture with superior battlefield tactics, magic and coordination.The Isle of Solov had new rulers now, and to them, with the Isle came The Rhyot Break. It didn't take the overwhelming powers of The Korrud long to sniff out stories of a mine plentiful in blue glassy riches.The randomly selected of able-bodied locals. The resistant. Those convicted of crimes against the land's new power. They were the ones sent here to spend their days in small teams, chipping through stone and crusts of ice, mining the precious gems by day, and shivering through the darkness of snowy nights.Most of the miners barely remember who they might once have been, little more than zombies that dig, eat, <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> and sleep. Others, might mistakenly believe that through hard work, they can win some favor with the mine's stout well-armed guardians, perhaps even being granted some vague form of pardon in future days. Rarer still are the braver souls. A sad few who recall something called "freedom", and await an opportunity for such a thing to return. A possibility to escape... or at best... exact revenge.Bedded down in a timber huts, your small crew of ramshackle colleagues rests, until something shakes you in the dead of night, and a young woman's face smiles down at you, a finger pressed against her lips."Quiet, we must go. Clothe yourself and follow me."She then moves to the next makeshift bed, and awakens another slave in line...To be continued...</blockquote>

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