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The weather had held out surprisingly well for the third day of the tourney. This was a pleasant surprise to the young half-elf, who had made the lengthy journey from the portal stone to Vel Anir’s south. The imposing fortress-city stood tall and daunting upon the horizon, and its outer walls...

Ermengarde As the horse crested the rise Draedamyr could see the crossroads in question. What he couldn't see was what he had come for. A tug on the reigns drew his horse to a stop. He had hoped to see a Knight standing by the crossroads. One wearing chain mail and a tattered blue and white...