DM: Alright then... [he releases a viselike grip so suddenly your bicep aches from the shock] My name is Garun Smythe I am a spy for his honor the royal craplord emperor Wing {ooc: I think I can remember that} You strike me as different so I am watching you. I see you've found the power of your ring... where did you get it?

DM: [He rounds a corner and when you follow he pounces on you. Your ring allows you to react swiftly and soon you are both wrestling on the ground. He has no weapon drawn and doesn't seem to be trying to hurt you.] Stop fighting you! ack ouch ... BITCH

DM: The coach has several paintings of people on it but no windows you can see. Perhaps some of the panels can be removed. The construction is very solid, with two heavy rear wheels and a very strong looking front wheel between the last two bears (there are 6 total) [the three wheel cart design is very popular because of the lack of paved roads. It resembles a tricycle with bears/oxen/etc where the pedals would be. All three wheel carts have at least two puller animals. When the cart passes you notice the grey cloaked man from the games watching you from the other side of the street. He smiles wryly and gets slides backward into the crowd.

DM: {ooc: We gonna mope or we gonna play?} The Emperor's caravan is a magestic thing. Similar to the Parade during the Celebration of Spring, but of course these steel uniforms are not decorated with gaily colored streamers. After several dozen soldiers pass come about 20 warriors in elegant painted armor, each with the empire's emblem on the shields hung on each side of the saddle. After the elite guard is an enclosed cart called a coach which is decorated with several paintings. Then 30 more elite guards, another 50 soldiers, then many supply carts and finally about 100 footsoldiers wearing leather armor.

DM: {ooc: Yep I bet anybody would rather mope around cyberspace for a week than gallavant around the real world. Enjoy yourself and thanks for telling us :-) }

DM: {ooc: NO! They finally get the editor working, I finally develop a plotline, and you want to go on vacation? Out of the question... lol}

DM: {ooc: finally the editor is working again} You find out from the innkeeper where you work that the Emperor will be coming from a visit to the Eldar Temple. He will probably have new treasures. There are several songs about the entrance of the Eldar Temple. It is a magestic tower with only one room inside. In the room there is only one object. The Zodion the portal to a land of dark tunnels where the ELdar kings were buried. The crystals of the Zodion must be aligned the cosmos by magic or the adventurer may never return. In such a case a demon returns in their place. If an adventurer is killed (demons lurk in the tunnels) then the dead body returns. In any case, the adventurer simply phases out and immediately returns in the view of all in the temple regardless of how long is spent adventuring. When the ball is stretched is when the thangie is gone... the motion doesn't constantly repeat as in the gif, that is just for effect. The thangie to go stands under the ball and a special incantation is made.

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DM: I see. [She looks into the now empty bag of raisins as if it were a timer now stuck on zero] Oh well... [She smiles sadly and holds out her fingers for a parting tap] Good luck Pell [Then she thrusts her hand towards Shakara and smiles so widely you could easily expect laughter from her closed lips] I'm telling Strada {the Druidic spirit of love} on you! [Gleena leaves]

That night several burly adventures ask Shakara to join their band. When they discover Pell is part of the bargain they laugh and cajole but quickly leave the inn. You find out that The Emperor is due to arrive in 4 days and will probably not pass through this town but will be coming to Corum on the Blue River - to the east. A little research tells you that you should be out of the reach of Dragon eyes by now, but you have seen a mysterious figure who seems to be watching you on several occasions.