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After having had the luxury of a much deserved rest, the heroes as they were - not that anyone would dare challenge such a title - found themselves back again on their trek and adventure. For the next few hours they continued across the great vale before them, left to wonder just what at all had happened; their bountiful and numerous theories hovering about them like low flying clouds to provide much needed shade. Not because the sun above was hot, as it was always rather temperate, but because the implications of all what they were saying were so tremendous and profound. Were it not just a few days prior, such thoughts would have been relegated to the fringe of credibility, left beside other crazed notions like that a pantheon of every form and kind existed, or that every stone, stick, rock or animal had some sort of patron spirit.

It was very clear there was a Kingdom of Light and a Kingdom of Darkness, both forces so well opposed and ancient that their existence created everything, apparently this place as well. That seemed to fit the experience no less, as the birds themselves proved that they were just birds, even with these odd, potentially supernatural gems made of "soul". Again, it did not fit what cosmology they knew, but who was to say anything of that at all? [i]This[/i], this great land before them certainly wasn't mentioned anywhere and that they all knew, yet here it was, vast and rolling before them.

With the notion of rolling, as they crested one of those hills, they witnessed before them something... rather unexpected at this rate. A town, not just [i]any[/i] town, but a town that had ramparts made of thick logs twice as tall as a man yet just as broad, longhouses that churned with early evening smoke, cobbled low walls and a few farms scattered about in the greater distance. It took them a few moments to quite realize what they were looking at, but after a day of wandering the wilderness, the sun starting its seeming descent behind them after far too many hours of being up, they discovered that other people actually lived here, let alone created a civilization. No less, the deeper they peered into the town, the more dense it visibly became.

It had a [i]hall[/i].

A hall, a place of stone and wood, was where heroes went to feast and drink on their nights before they again picked up their arms and explored out into the dangerous world beyond. From what they all remembered in fact, such places were now considered sacred in many cases - after all, the dangers of the world up until the shadows had all but vanished. Yet this? This hall had actual livelihood to it, in that as with many of the dwellings, candle and firelight could be seen from within their thick stained glass. It was no mere shell of itself from a past age of glory and righteous conquest!

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