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<blockquote data-quote="Insight" data-source="post: 2280451" data-attributes="member: 11437">Jacoby | The Village of Cumberland, MiteaClelind smiles when the little warrior inquires about the tattoo.&nbsp; &quot;Not a soul has asked me of this mark for... well, ages I guess.&quot;&nbsp; He opens his tattered shirt to reveal a remarkable tattoo of a silver dragon about to take flight, its wings flush against it and its powerful legs ready to spring.&nbsp; &quot;It's been a... long time.&nbsp; I have seen much since I was given this mark.&nbsp; My life has taken a far different turn than I would have thought when I joined the Circle.&quot;&quot;Doesn't make much difference now,&quot; Clelind continues, &quot;But I was once an esteemed member of the Order of the Silver Dragon.&nbsp; I don't s'pose you've heard of it.&nbsp; Not many have.&nbsp; Anyway, it don't matter now, seeing as how I'm, well, half the man I used to be.&quot;Time passes as the pair spend the evening wondering about the other and not saying much.&nbsp; &quot;Caedwynn's Pass?&quot; Clelind asks after a long pause.&nbsp; &quot;Aye, I've been through it many times during the wars.&nbsp; Can be a dangerous place.&nbsp; You'd better watch yourself.&quot;&quot;There are many plateaus in the high mountains,&quot; he continues.&nbsp; &quot;Dragons like to perch there, looking for prey.&nbsp; The adults are more apt to go after a larger catch, but the younger dragons, they might just feast on one such as you.&nbsp; For some reason, I get the idea that you know what I'm talking about.&nbsp; All the same, keep yer wits about ya.&quot;&quot;As for a chapel, I suppose there could be one or two hidden up there,&quot; he says.&nbsp; &quot;Don't know that I've seen any, but that don't mean your chapel doesn't exist.&nbsp; I can tell you that nuthin's been built in the mountains, the high mountains anyway, for a long time.&nbsp; During the wars, of course, materials and manpower weren't spent on projects like that.&quot;More time passes as the pair watch Amber play with the bones. &quot;The building you refer to... that's not my home, although I have spent a lot of time there, 'specially when I was younger.&nbsp; In my prime.&nbsp; I'll take you there.&quot;Using his board, Clelind pushes himself across the open ground toward the stone structure.&nbsp; As Jacoby neared, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.&nbsp; He could feel something strong in this place.&nbsp; Something important had happened here.When Jacoby and Clelind arrived in front of the structure, a large enscribed symbol of a dragon's claw was obvious just above the entrance.&nbsp; The place wasn't much to look at, but the symbology was clear enough.&nbsp; &quot;Tis a Shrine to Bahamut,&quot; Clelind announced.&nbsp; &quot;Probably of no interest to your kind, I know, but I thought I'd show it to ya all the same.&nbsp; Have a look inside if you like.&nbsp; There's nuthin in there to hurt ya.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Insight, post: 2280451, member: 11437"] [color=gold][b]Jacoby[/b][/color] | [color=silver][b]The Village of Cumberland, Mitea[/b][/color] Clelind smiles when the little warrior inquires about the tattoo. "Not a soul has asked me of this mark for... well, ages I guess." He opens his tattered shirt to reveal a remarkable tattoo of a silver dragon about to take flight, its wings flush against it and its powerful legs ready to spring. "It's been a... long time. I have seen much since I was given this mark. My life has taken a far different turn than I would have thought when I joined the Circle." "Doesn't make much difference now," Clelind continues, "But I was once an esteemed member of the [color=silver][b]Order of the Silver Dragon[/b][/color]. I don't s'pose you've heard of it. Not many have. Anyway, it don't matter now, seeing as how I'm, well, half the man I used to be." Time passes as the pair spend the evening wondering about the other and not saying much. "Caedwynn's Pass?" Clelind asks after a long pause. "Aye, I've been through it many times during the wars. Can be a dangerous place. You'd better watch yourself." "There are many plateaus in the high mountains," he continues. "Dragons like to perch there, looking for prey. The adults are more apt to go after a larger catch, but the younger dragons, they might just feast on one such as you. For some reason, I get the idea that you know what I'm talking about. All the same, keep yer wits about ya." "As for a chapel, I suppose there could be one or two hidden up there," he says. "Don't know that I've seen any, but that don't mean your chapel doesn't exist. I can tell you that nuthin's been built in the mountains, the high mountains anyway, for a long time. During the wars, of course, materials and manpower weren't spent on projects like that." More time passes as the pair watch Amber play with the bones. "The building you refer to... that's not my home, although I have spent a lot of time there, 'specially when I was younger. In my prime. I'll take you there." Using his board, Clelind pushes himself across the open ground toward the stone structure. As Jacoby neared, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He could feel something strong in this place. Something important had happened here. When Jacoby and Clelind arrived in front of the structure, a large enscribed symbol of a dragon's claw was obvious just above the entrance. The place wasn't much to look at, but the symbology was clear enough. "Tis a [color=silver][b]Shrine to Bahamut[/b][/color]," Clelind announced. "Probably of no interest to your kind, I know, but I thought I'd show it to ya all the same. Have a look inside if you like. There's nuthin in there to hurt ya." [/QUOTE]

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