>Look for the lowest numbered tent.
Griph spotted the lowest numbered tent. It was 1A, and it seemed to be of importance. Many people entered and exited. Then, he felt someone's boot scruff the ground behind him.
-Zario
The orb started to catch fire, when Zario dropped it. The blessed water suddenly disappeared - sucked into the orb. The fire spread, then shifted color to a bone-white. The unpleasant smell of charring hair started spreading. With billowing smoke, a -pop- was heard.
In the bottom of the jar, a tiny figure, perhaps the size of a large mouse, stood. The long black hair, the overall black cloths and a tiny scythe confirmed who it was.
She seemed to sigh. 'Well, regeneration has to start somewhere.' The tiny, tinny voice carried a fragment of the power her previous one had, like a rock pretending to be a mountain.
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@Eoris
The sun set. A good long day's work had brought forth a simple undecorated set of armor. Eosri inspected it: it was solid looking, and quite elegant. He received permission to delay setting off until tomorrow.
The next day. A new sun brought blue to the skies. Eosri had about an hour left to do anything else.
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@Donitz
"...Fine" The man reluctantly dropped a small bag into Donitz's hand.
"Now, would you tell me the whereabouts of such a child, if you have, indeed, seen her? I cannot impress enough the danger of ..."
He was stopped by a tap on the back. Another man with white armor and a robe had snuck up on him.
"Sir," said the armored man, "I believe I have rights to ask first. Mr." he said to Donitz, "Have you seen a certain man by the name of Griph?"
The other man looked discontent.
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@Dwarmin
When I woke up, thought she, I didn't expect to be in water. In a river. Not any river, but the rapid, steep, and rocky whitewaters of the Rutra River downstream. She was currently on a dryish rock in the middle of said river. She could see the steep cliffs the Rutra had carved out over the millenia. The banks loomed ten meters above the water surface. Dang.