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Post by The Supreme Watcher on May 24, 2010 12:21:23 GMT -5
This note is hastily scrawled in a frantic script. It was apparently written under great distress. They are found in all major centers of Cormyr.
"Flaures, Lothriniax,
If you see these messages, Mithika needs you.
You're my only hope of saving her. Please, find us.
Garum Glandash"
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Post by urghargh on May 25, 2010 6:02:20 GMT -5
In the streets of Suzail, a large, golden-haired dog listens to all conversations around him, great and small as he moves through the city, fed tit-bits from tables and fussed over. The animal wanders past one of the notes pinned to a board.
Passers-by notice the dog sitting, staring up the board for a while before the beautiful animal - seemingly a stray - moves on.
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Post by Emerald Snow on May 25, 2010 11:43:16 GMT -5
Tanya Steel sees one of these notes and rushes to her horse, Shadowmane.
"Garum, where the hells are you . . ."
With a firm kick on Shadowmane's sides, she sends the horse into a sprint out of the gates of Valkur's Roar . . .
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Post by urghargh on May 27, 2010 5:07:51 GMT -5
A message written well by an elderly hand appears on noticeboards.
"Garum Glandash,
She lives. A bargain was struck.
She will remain beyond Cormyr and human hands among family, until she decides to return.
F."
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Post by The Supreme Watcher on May 28, 2010 5:35:47 GMT -5
Garum was devastated. She had hidden herself, something she said she would never do. She had left, breaking the only promise she had ever made him alone. He walked through the streets of Suzail, on his way to the Wyvernwater. He was running to their place, where the Soggy Dog would be built.
Something caught his eye. The F. He turned to the page and read it intently, his hand raising to cover his mouth as he finishes the note. After so much crushing anguish, finally some good news.
"So she's with Flaures," he said. "That's good... She's far away from all of this, from that Hallomein bastard, and my... inabilities." Garum slumped against the wall, and slid to a sit, looking as the people walked by, tending to their business. None of them knew. The woman that had walked among them for so long, golden wings sailing on the street's breeze, was lost, awash in a sea of anguish. They never understood her. They had pelted her with produce, called her a freak, and damned her kind for the carnage of the Rage.
Garum was like them once, hurling produce in the form of words, insults in the form of blades, and cursing her kind with words of ignorance. Change happened. So much change had happened. And yet, for some people, no change had occurred.
His beloved was safe, with the only creature who could adore her more than him. Now he would have to wait. He would wait until the end of time for her, if he had to.
"Some men keep their promises," he could be heard to say. "Even if it means giving up everything else." He stood, and traveled to the Wyvernwater.
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