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       Re: Into the Mists
   DIR By: Discodontron
       Date: May 30, 2017, 9:53 pm
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       Lucien is going to look for a high class inn.
       At long last Lucien is back in civilization and away from those
       bumpkins,  Lucien is going to look for some form of laundry to
       clean the low class off him. *... After he finds them he is
       going to retire to the inn.
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       Re: Into the Mists
   DIR By: Duncan Seastove
       Date: May 31, 2017, 10:47 am
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       You passed through this town on your way out of Erlkazar, and
       know that the Lintong Inn is a suitable place for someone of
       your position. While not very lavish, it is exceptionally clean
       and meticulously well ordered, and the staff are very gracious
       and reverent of your noble status. They offer you a spacious
       room that opens onto a small central courtyard, complete with a
       small fish pond and a garden. They also offer to wash and mend
       your garb, free of charge. Inn the evening, a serving boy brings
       a platter of roasted, marinated bison, and steamed rice and
       vegetables, along with a bottle of rice wine.
       #Post#: 2807--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Into the Mists
   DIR By: Okakouta
       Date: May 31, 2017, 2:03 pm
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       Arscene, not being one much for social cues, takes Lucien's
       invitation to join him in the inn at face-value. "I'm sure I'll
       be able to free my mind comfortably tonight - you have my thanks
       Lucien." Arscene finds two open tables near one another. He
       pulls them together and sits down on a bench in the corner. The
       gauntleted mage hand plops down a series of books one on of the
       tables, then extracts quills, ink and parchment from a tanned
       leather satchel bag. The hand flips open a book titled "A Theory
       on the Layers of the World and the Multiverse" to a marked page.
       All the while, Arscene has been rummaging through his backpack,
       and pulls out a dark blue glazed clay mug. It lacks a handle,
       though has ribs circling around it for easy handling. White
       specks of paint are dotted near the top. He opens a small pouch
       and places some leaves inside the mug - they smell of light tea
       leaves and a hint of grapes.
       Pulling out a water skin, pouring some water into a glass
       beaker, and heating the water up with only a wave of a hand,
       steam rises from the beaker. He carefully pours the water into
       the mug, then lights a candle. You notice the candle has several
       marks regularly placed down its side. After melting past one of
       the marks the gauntleted hand snuffs out the flame and removes
       the tea leaves from the mug.
       Arscene blows twice and sips the tea, as the liquid is
       mysteriously transported away from this realm. While drinking
       Arscene wonders if he will truly be able to unlock the secrets
       of the Multiverse if he cannot even unlock the mysteries of
       being a Yuke.
       Time whiles away, and when appropriate Arscene sleeps for 1
       hour. Satisfied with his trip to the ethereal realm more quickly
       than usual, he spends the rest of the early morning casually
       reading a book called "The Perfect Cup - An Exotic Guide to Tea
       and Coffee".
       #Post#: 2808--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Into the Mists
   DIR By: Duncan Seastove
       Date: May 31, 2017, 5:08 pm
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       The innkeeper, a man of slight build with thin black hair swept
       across his head, notices your activity and approaches you,
       bowing.
       "Humble pardons, sir scholar, but I could not help but notice
       your tea ritual. Perhaps you are acquainted with the tea
       ceremony of the monks of the Porcelain Tower? Many have spent
       their whole lives perfecting the art, as well as growing the
       best teas. I had the honor of hosting one of these monks at this
       establishment not long ago, and he bestowed upon me some of his
       blessed tea leaves. I am afraid my own palette is too base to
       appreciate such perfection, and so I must insist that you accept
       them as a token of my appreciation for your art."
       The innkeeper retrieves a small lidded clay pot from behind the
       counter and presents it to you, bowing. Inside is a small heap
       of fragrant, dark green tea leaves that smell vaguely of
       lavender.
       "The monk told me that such tea can bring peace to even the most
       troubled of minds. I hope it proves helpful to you, sir
       scholar."
       *The first time these tea leaves are used to brew tea, the tea
       can alleviate any madness effects that the drinker may be
       suffering from. Afterwards, the tea simply brings calm emotions
       to the drinker.*
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       #Post#: 2809--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Into the Mists
   DIR By: Duncan Seastove
       Date: May 31, 2017, 6:07 pm
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       That night, Darien and Lucien both have vivid dreams:
       Darien dreams of a graveyard, turned to mud by a fierce rain.
       Around him lie the broken bodies of hundreds of men-at-arms,
       their broken swords and splintered spears in heaps. Before him
       is an unassailable foe, drawing ever closer. Darien brandishes
       the hilt of a broken sword as a desperate defense, and suddenly
       his arm erupts into blinding light, and the foe dissolves into a
       dark mist.
       Lucien dreams of a dark room, with dozens of deathly white faces
       surrounding him, barely visible in the gloom, weeping silently.
       Before him lies a massive book, the size of a wagon. It take
       great effort to open it, but when he does, he is assailed by
       overwhelming feelings of tragedy. As he begins to read what is
       written in the book, he feels himself being constricted by the
       grip of a massive serpent, squeezing tighter, and tighter, until
       he awakes with a start.
       #Post#: 2810--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Into the Mists
   DIR By: Rognvaldr
       Date: May 31, 2017, 6:53 pm
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       Darien doesn't remember the dream, but in the morning he reads
       from his black journal over breakfast, fidgeting with his chess
       piece. "That usless vvench, vvhat the nine hells she on about
       now." He looks over to the seat next to him at the table, "Ohhh
       right right, you think you know eh? Mu'dak! Let her preach, just
       vvasting some paper is all." He closes his journal and finishes
       his food alone, though he speaks either to himself or with some
       unseen agent.
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       #Post#: 2811--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Into the Mists
   DIR By: Duncan Seastove
       Date: May 31, 2017, 7:11 pm
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       Your behavior seems to unnerve the inn staff, but they remain
       respectful and professional and thank you profusely for your
       stay as you all depart.
       It is lightly raining as you trundle out of the village on your
       carriage, the sun only occasionally peaking out from behind a
       thick mat of low, gray clouds. The Vistani are already waiting
       for you by the edge of town, protected from the rain by colorful
       cloaks embroidered with golden thread.
       The rain continues to fall intermittently for the next four days
       as you approach the border of Nathlan and Erlkazar. On the
       fourth day, as you cross over the mossy log bridge that spans
       the river separating these two countries, a stiff, chill wind
       blows by, setting the branches of the forest ahead of you to
       creaking and moaning. Despite the inclement weather, the Vistani
       remain jovial as ever, and joke about the stiff, polite nature
       of the Nathlanese as your caravan rumbles across the dirt road
       and into the forest.
       As you move deeper into the forest, the air becomes colder
       still, and slowly a mist begins to close in around you, until
       you can barely see twenty feet ahead.
       Suddenly, Stanimir pulls up on the reigns until his wagon and
       the rest of the train stops, and holds up his hand. The other
       Vistani immediately fall silent, and you can see an uneasy look
       on some of their faces. All around you, you begin noticing
       glimpses of figures darting through the mist, and the snapping
       of twigs under foot.
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       Re: Into the Mists
   DIR By: Rognvaldr
       Date: May 31, 2017, 7:14 pm
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       Darien has been reading from his tome he recovered in the funken
       temple. As we stop, he lifts his eyes from his book and seeing
       the scene, prepares for battle, grabbing his longsword and
       shield.
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       Re: Into the Mists
   DIR By: Rognvaldr
       Date: May 31, 2017, 7:19 pm
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       Darien, obviously annoyed whispers to evidently no one, "Oh shut
       it vvith that dated prose, I AM the shadow of death!"
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       #Post#: 2814--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Into the Mists
   DIR By: Duncan Seastove
       Date: June 1, 2017, 3:35 pm
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       Dozens of humanoid silhouettes begin to materialize near the
       edge of the mists, with still more figures barely visible behind
       them.
       "Adventurers," Stanimir says, still staring straight forward,
       his voice suddenly stern and grave, "You must go now. We Vistani
       will hold them back, but we cannot hope to protect you as well.
       You must go, find Madame Eva. She will tell you how this curse
       may be lifted. Ride swiftly, and may you always keep a song in
       your hearts."
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