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<blockquote data-quote="KenHood" data-source="post: 4731028" data-attributes="member: 4413">Like a dozen rivers emptying into the ocean, the flow of traffic in the streets of Daunton first trickles, then flows to the same location: Titan's Footprint, the largest harbor of the island. The sense of excitement is palpable. &quot;It's here!&quot; &quot;It just arrived this morning!&quot;&quot;They say they had to relocate half the navy just to make room for it!&quot;Yet their exclamations are whispers, as if speaking too loud may dispel the magic of the morning.---You follow the crowds.As you step into the open, finally able to see past the warehouses at the edge of the docks, you see it.A turtle.A turtle larger than your most outrageous imaginings.Its head--dwarfing any galleon--nearly touches the end of the main pier. Its shell...Its shell beggars all measurement of scale.Its shell is carved into a huge coliseum. The natural green and browns sculpted into frescoes of humans, elves, dwarves, and other common 'civilized' races dominated by monsters of all kinds.---The crowd gathers before the head of the turtle.You would expect an incredible din from the throng of people, but there is a hush of expectation, a teetering a-tip-toe and holding of breath.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="KenHood, post: 4731028, member: 4413"] Like a dozen rivers emptying into the ocean, the flow of traffic in the streets of Daunton first trickles, then flows to the same location: Titan's Footprint, the largest harbor of the island. The sense of excitement is palpable. [COLOR="Red"]"It's here!" [/COLOR] [COLOR="Yellow"]"It just arrived this morning!"[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"]"They say they had to relocate half the navy just to make room for it!"[/COLOR] Yet their exclamations are whispers, as if speaking too loud may dispel the magic of the morning. --- You follow the crowds. As you step into the open, finally able to see past the warehouses at the edge of the docks, you see it. A turtle. A turtle larger than your most outrageous imaginings. Its head--dwarfing any galleon--nearly touches the end of the main pier. Its shell... Its shell beggars all measurement of scale. Its shell is carved into a huge coliseum. The natural green and browns sculpted into frescoes of humans, elves, dwarves, and other common 'civilized' races dominated by monsters of all kinds. --- The crowd gathers before the head of the turtle. You would expect an incredible din from the throng of people, but there is a hush of expectation, a teetering a-tip-toe and holding of breath. [/QUOTE]

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