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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Breakstone" data-source="post: 83959" data-attributes="member: 481">Kalmet was larger than a town, but smaller than a city, centered around a huge stone slab sticking out of the ground in the middle with the word KALMET etched in it. Streets stretched out from the stone, like spokes of a giant wheel. Gar and Falco, followed closely by the slaves, entered the town, glancing about in awe. The group walked towards the center of town and finally stood in front of a shining Temple of Pelor. The church was constructed from radiant metals, and shone like a beacon of hope. Falco turned to the slaves and spoke. “You folk can probably get healed here, and then find jobs in the city. Good luck.” As the slaves departed, Gar stared at the sky. “There will be a full moon tomorrow. We should probably rest tonight, though.” Falco grumbled something in reply, but was distracted by the joyous sounds emanating from a large building decorated with the title, “Hungry Harry’s Happy Hangout.” Gar turned and sighed, but followed the dwarf inside. Soon enough, Gar and Falco sat at a table bustling with steaming food. Stew, Ale, and a Hungry Harry Happy Meal sat in front of the grinning Falco, while a simple mug dawdled in front of Gar. “Hungry. Feed now,” Het commanded. Gar rolled his eyes and ignored the toad, for his attention was captivated by the guitarist on stage. The man was large, to say the least, and featured a curly beard and a rimmed hat. The man lazily strummed his guitar, and spoke in a guttural voice. “Tomorrow the full moon shall rise above the whispering mist.” He plucked a few notes while bellowing on. “But not only is tomorrow the night of a full moon, but ‘tis the same day that Obyn Orewell vanished in this very tavern-“ -The man stuck a cord that echoed through the tavern and pointed at Gar- “-IN THAT VERY SEAT!” Gar could feel Het burrow deeper into his hood. “It was a night much like this one when Obyn stepped into the bar. His clothes were torn, his face a mess, but he was happy all the same. He sat down and watched the show for hours on end, eating like he hadn’t eaten in months. The fire began to dim and just as it struck midnight…” the guitarist’s voice lowered to a whisper, “he VANISHED! And yet, they say, when a full moon hovers above our town of Kalmet, you can see Obyn, sitting in this very tavern, in that very chair, watching.” The tavern was silent. Falco had stopped eating, a strand of chicken hanging from his beard. Gar felt a shuddering in his hood. “Hungry no more. Bed now.”The next day, a full moon peered down from a blue sky. Falco and Gar had slept in after their long journey, and it was noon by the time they awoke. While Gar spent time preparing for the day, Falco stepped out to get some air. A full moon stared down at him, floating in the blue sky. Falco glanced towards the west. The dark forest stared back. “I’m coming, and nothing’s going to stop me…”  he growled. Despite his threats, a bad feeling still sat in his stomach.Soon enough, Gar and Falco hacked their way through the forest, following a very light trail. Both the sun and the moon could be viewed through the tops of the trees, like two eyes watching their travels.”Creepy…” Het grumbled.Gar and Falco traveled on through the Forest of the Elders. The trail was light, the sun hot, and the insects dense. As things have it, by mid-afternoon the duo was lost.Falco harrumphed. “Well, we haven’t found this damned ‘Thrice-Pierced Tree’ of yours, Gar. And now we’re lost. This is just great…”Gar shrugged and kept walking.“Wizards…” Falco mumbled.</blockquote>

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