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Message: <blockquote data-quote="drothgery" data-source="post: 95964" data-attributes="member: 360"><This is where the main line of the game starts. It's just moments before the beginning of the adventure in Chapter 15 of the rulebook. Tommorow, I'll really start things. I hope everyone's ready.>The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend.  Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the age that gave it birht comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the great forest called the Braem Wood.South and west it blew, along the river Erinin, where it sped trade vessels down the river from Tar Valon all the way to Tear. Tar Valon's wealth had nearly as much to do with that trade as its status as the seat of Aes Sedai power; little trade between the borderlands and the south went on that did not pass through the city.Further the west the wind blew, as the Caemlyn road led from Aringill to Andor's capital, where huge crowds had gathered to see the false Dragon Logain. Every inn in the city was full, or near enough, when three young women walked into the Golden Stag.They were a mismatched group. The eldest of the three -- it was clear that she was the oldest of them, but not by much; all of them were young, if not too young to travel alone -- could have blended into crowd easily, even with her height; she was tall for a woman, but not so tall that claiming to be from Andor would be outlandish. And brown hair and eyes that marked her as pretty, but not a great beauty, were as typical as her dress, one that a successful merchant or a minor noble might wear.The other two were barely younger, and dressed in much the same fashion, so it seemed odd that they deferred to the older woman. They did not have the look of servants; if they displayed a hair more wealth, anyone would have expected a maid or two with them. But they hardly looked alike. One was Domani by her features, and taller than most men; she had a hand of height on the older woman. The others' features marked her a borderlander; she was no shorter than most women, but she looked it, compared to her companions.The older woman passed a few coins to the innkeeper, spoke to the younger women, and then left the inn.Yuri, though, had given a start when the three women walked in. He recognized them. Two of them, anyway. And the third might pass for an Andoran in a crowd, but he had lived in Tar Valon for two years; you could tell a native of the city, if you knew what to look for, and to listen for. Even Aes Sedai didn't sound like people who grew up in the city. Unless they had, and that was rare enough.His companions, the same men he'd diced with the previous night, couldn't help but notice Yuri give a start when he saw them.<Pedron and Jain are also at the Golden Stag at this time. Jain isn't entirely sure how he passed the women; he was sure he didn't on the road.><Shalimar and Sirsei: Lila tells you to have dinner; she will be back in an hour or two. Also, along your ride to Caemlyn, she gave each of you a coin and told you to hold on to it, without explaining why.></blockquote>

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