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<t>Baravar sees the warlock stand and begin to call flames. He pushes the horse toward the clearing a little more, a shaft of light glittering across the platinum brooch holding his cloak closed at his neck. A rising silver dragon on a black field with a single five-pointed star.<br/> <br/> "Enough,...

<t>The light brightens in the window where Baravar is watching, and as it does, the hairs on the back of his neck rise unpleasantly. He was being watched. He didn't need to see the stalking entity to know she was there. He was a Ranger, and the world of the surface was far larger and required a much...

<t>Modi hisses softly as the pair of wolves approach them. Baravar halts the horse less than 50 yards from the clearing where Vorrick and Alaunavin were. The Ranger doesn't pull any weapons as they wait for the wolves to arrive. They hadn't followed any paths, so it was likely that they'd already pa...

<t>((OOC: Just figure I'll put my character in the same general vicinity, and proceed from there. ))<br/> <br/> He pulls his piwafwi tighter around his body. It was always the same temperature here, even in the light of Narbondel, but that didn't make it comfortable, or fun.<br/> <br/> The lone male...

That's all right. I don't need anything exotic. I'll stick to the wheat ales and the double abbeys. I always figure these events are BYOA, really.

<t>The Ranger pulls the grey to a halt on a nearby ridgeline, his bow coming automatically to his hand. He had been at this a long time, though, and the howling is soon recognized for what it is. He had no great fondness for wolves, but he dealt with them often enough that they weren't scary for him...

<t>Yay, shades of Milton. Mephistopheles...For all his ranting and raving about how it's better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven. It still sucks to be in Hell.<br/> <br/> While I admit a fondness for margaritas, they're not my beverage of choice, and ergo an insufficient answer to your question....

<t>The music drifted softly through the forest. The Ranger halts his horse, though the creature stamps a little in impatience. The Ranger sits comfortably in the saddle atop the grey. It was a swift horse, a gift from his master back home, accustomed to running messages to far-flung parts of the rea...

So I am observing. Though I can't help but note the remarkably orderly nature of the Jungle hereabouts. Maybe that's just what the Lions, Tigers, and Bears want me to think.

My thanks, Mistress Shir'le, for your gracious welcome. A picture and biography will be forthcoming...As soon as I get the one rendered and the other written.

That is indeed most impressive. However, I do lack the High Priestess's jealousy.

I'm surprised it's as expensive as that. But if that is the price the market bears, I suppose it's suitable.

*bows politely, his cloak swishing softly around his sword*
Greetings. I am called Baravar Imrathiln, and it is my very good pleasure to meet you all.