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Post by Thrym on Dec 10, 2013 6:57:21 GMT -5
In the early evening, a flash is briefly visible in the sky north of Suzail, followed by a small, golden shooting star trailed by white fire crashing into the King's Forest.
A few hours later, a strange women garbed in golden cloth, too small for a human, too slender for a dwarf and too tall for a hin, enters the city through the north gates, muttering angrily about 'Teleportation Traps', a 'Spinning Keep' and some 'filthy lich', intermixed with the occassional Alzhedo swearword.
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