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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 6:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 10:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 11:30 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 5:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:50 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 1:23 pm
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"Theres a package in there for you Elena" Pora called in "Arived this morning, figured you'd want it for the trip down" with that, sure enough there was a wooden crate amoung though in the front caravan with Elena's name on it. The adress and name was writen in a high curving script. Akin to that from old tomes.
When everyone is ready. The horses pull away with ease, trotting down the street you see several of the earlie morning businesses setting up. A few of the larger stalls, the smell of baking bread fills the air in several places. Though soon enough you reach the southen gate. Passing the newly raised portculas and the couple of town milita who seemed to just want to sleep.
The road south was dryer than you though it would be. Andrad was notorious for catching the rain that went north up the coast.
Meeting a few caravans on the way down, they call there greetings and pass by without incident. In about an hour you find the spot you where jumped the night before. The baracades have been moved around to the side of the road. By who, you can not guess.
It's around noon you reach the turning for Telknock. With no need to stop you pass by without looking back. At around 2 o'clock you happen upon a small comunity of Halfling caravans, setteled a few miles from Rockford. An clear open patch of grass is close by, an ideal spot to stop for lunch, and from the music flowing from the cluster of caravans, a bit off fun. And of course any news from south. Halflings get around and these caravans seem very worn indeed.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 2:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 4:35 pm
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Elena eyes widen with excitement when she hears about her package. She rushes into the caravan, quickly moving her head from side to side while smiling in anticipation. She finds the box addressed to her & instantly recognises the handwriting, her smile widens. She opens the box carefully and lets out a squeal of delight. Her face seems to glow as she gazes in awe at the contents. An egg, deep brass, flecked with white and brown patches.
She retches into the box, surprised by the warmth and places her hand on the egg. Gently she caresses the surface, gazing at it with wonder and joy. She moves her other hand into her bag to retrieve her tarot cards. Closing her eyes she carefully chooses one; The Hanged Man. “Ah overcoming obstacles & changes, but at a price, sacrifice and loss.” She reluctantly lifts her hand off the egg. Moving over to one of the other boxes, she grabs a blanket and gently places it over the egg. “There, there my dear” she whispers, tucking it in. Only then does she notice the letter beside the egg. She moves over to sit beside the box as she opens & reads it.
“Oh lets stop at the fair! If even just for a little while. We could get some useful information as well as food”
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 4:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 9:08 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 5:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 10:43 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 1:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 10:37 pm
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