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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Blackroot" data-source="post: 3502422" data-attributes="member: 50753">Dawn breaksPinpoints of light pepper the forest floor as the first rays of the sun signify that dawn has come. A light fog obscures most of the forest giving it a strangely ethereal quality. The cool morning has given a sense of serenity to the beginning of your day. Your mind is has been cleared of any negativity you felt the evening before.[sblock=Lucrezia]You awaken in a cool sweat to see that your pendant is capturing the sun in a most peculiar fashion; the rays of the sun beat down on your gossamer-like mithril shirt, reflecting the pure white light into the stone giving it a subtle glow. Morning dew clings to the leaves near your head. THe babbling brook you crossed yesteday can be heard but is out of sight, due to the moss laden boulder to your immediate right. To you left you can just barely make out the watchtower of Oakthorne almost 200 yards away, through multitudes of trees. It would seem that today is would be perfect for making your way back into the town nestled safely in the heart of the mighty boughs of the Great Western forest.[/sblock][sblock=Searcion] The small square window to your left allows the first traces of morning light to pass into your bedroom. You've been awake for an houror so already, giving thanks to the mighty lord of the sun, Pelor. The small golden statue infront of you still holds just as much mystery and intrigue as it once held while you were a child. The cool dormitory walls are coated in a thin sheet of dew, as they have been for the past month you have lived there. Dressed and ready to go out into the town, you go to leave the temple to find out who had left the strange message back in your quiet, former village.[/sblock][sblock=Amarok] You awaken to the quiet sound of rustling ouside the small, decrepit building you've used as shelter since you had arrived yesterday; the broken door merely propped arainst the doorway, the windows unhinged and broken. Your must bedroll needs washing, you can smell the odors of not only your hometown, but also the sweat you have perspired along your journey. The smouldering remains of your fire glow gently in the humid darkness. [/sblock]</blockquote>

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