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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ruined" data-source="post: 1222067" data-attributes="member: 113">6th of Chardot, yr. 150 A.V. Surielle held the red and gold amulet in her hands as she concentrated. Her eyes opened slowly, allowing her to focus on the woven pattern of magic. Thin threads of aether wrapped across the amulet, bound together at the center by a solid knot. She was no wizard, but she understood enough of the craft to ascertain the nature of the enchantment – it was a message, held until Surielle found the right person. Kelkarrin. A low growl startled Surielle from her study. She was seated off from the main campsite in a place where she could meditate properly. Snowmelt had not strayed far, always keeping within the periphery of her senses. Surielle could see nothing out of the ordinary, but her ears picked up sounds of movement from the direction of the campsite. It was too early for Trean and Gerad to have returned… “Go!” she whispered to Snowmelt. The wolf turned and regarded her with a slight whimper. “Run!” The urgency of her tone drove Snowmelt from the campsite. Within moments, Surielle could hear the sound of other dogs barking, following the sound or scent of Snowmelt. She surveyed the woods around her until she found what she needed. Taking a few strides forward, she moved into a dense thicket overgrown with thorns and brambles. The wicked barbs retreated at her approach, allowing her to move without interference. Surielle stood and stretched her arms, invoking a spell she had not used in ages. She felt herself become one with the land as her tree shape took form. With the creaks and groans of trees swaying in the wind, her arms elongated into thin branches, as her flesh and clothing transformed into wood. Within moments, she had become part of the thicket. Moments later, a large figure warily entered the clearing where she was rooted. She could see a large man with braided blonde hair reaching down his back. He wore animal furs and held an axe that looked large enough to fell her tree form in one blow. Two of the hounds she had heard baying padded beside him, taking time to sniff through the items in their campsite. The man turned his head in her direction, seeming to sense something in the thicket. He took a few tentative steps in her direction, but turned back when more barking erupted from the clearing. Surielle recognized one of the calls. Snowmelt was barking from an unseen location, and the other hounds answered and gave pursuit. The hunter, anticipating the chase, followed after his hounds. Surielle feared for Snowmelt, but there was little she could do at the moment. She stood and waited in hopes that her friends would return soon.</blockquote>

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