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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wrahn" data-source="post: 1797044" data-attributes="member: 9191">Tares  Hehrog~Elusriel looks disappointed, “I must apologize, Master Hehrog, I was under the assumption you and my daughter were friends.  I suppose she always had an open heart and would help anyone to the best of her ability.”She looks off into the forest for a long moment.  “I am interrupting your research with my silly banter, if you are done with your meal, I will take you back to the study.”She is quiet as she leads Tares back to the room he had left.  When she turns to face you, there is a tear coming down her cheek, but he voice carries none of her unknown sorrow, “When you grow tired, call for Cerren and Saehdrin will carry your message to him.  He will show you to a place where you can sleep.  I wish you luck in your search.”  She turns and leaves.Tares can not help but be drawn into the writings of the ancient elf.  He did have a keen insight to all things magical, perhaps even rivaling Tares’s own.  In his later travelogues he visits another ruin.  In a passage he alludes to some understanding, cryptically:What paths he is talking about is not clear in the text, but his musing seem to hold the key to what Tares is looking for.  He pauses momentarily to collect his thought, it is late, but he is tantalizingly close to at least making this not a dead end.Tares feels something, a distortion.  At first he is unsure of its origin, but quickly analyzes the feeling, he realizes that more that like some kind of Temporal Nodality distortion, Timestop or something similar.  Timestop, when fired, leaves a brief slight distortion, like this, but this is lasting much longer.On edge Tares rises from his chair, ready for anything.  Disturbingly, the morning sun hits him in the face.  It is far too early for the sun to be up.  He realizes he is in a forward transition, he is travelling through time much quicker than he should.He has read cases of fey being able to accomplish such a thing, perhaps this is some trap by the elves.  What ever the nature of the magic it is extremely potent, and also beyond him.He watches out the window as the day accelerates into night and day again, soon the sun is just a blur across the sky.  It is impossible to tell how much time passes, but he would guess it was considerable.  Abruptly, it stops.Standing in the room is a  beautiful elven woman, she paces worriedly, but does not seem aware of Tares presence.  She turns and looks as Cerren walks into the room.  Cerren does not look much different than the last time he saw him, but he carries himself differently, more confidently.  He is bleeding from several minor wounds and his robes look like they have seen battle.The woman runs to him and he holds her.  “We lost.  The First Oak has fallen, it is only a matter of time now.”“We must flee, Cerren, there is still time!” The woman insists through a tear streaked face.“Flee where?  There is no place else.  All the races that could flee came to us.  The world, except for Evoreal is a cinder and we are about to follow.  The Far West is unreachable, it’s gates closed, the planes are a battleground and all the other worlds I know of are gone to the fiends as well.  I came back to be with you in our final hours.”Orasha cries softly, and the scene seems to leap forward.  Tares is standing on the burning ruin that was once the great tree Saehdrin, he can see the forest ablaze around him and it is quickly consumed and gone.  Even more time streaks back and even the ashes are gone, where there is forest and life, there is now only dust and ash.</blockquote>

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