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[hr][center][h2][color=white][b]Awakening[/b][/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr][center][sub][color=c7b477]Late Spring | Clear Skies[/color] ♦ [color=99ccff]Run Dates: [b]Sat & Sun (1pm EST)[/b][/color][/sub][/center]
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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]The golden fingers of dawn stretched across the briny eastern coasts of Gemflors. Scattered atop the dark pines of her woods and through the twisted boughs of oak and maple stray light spun, to brighten the hidden thickets and spring upon the field grass. And from this coast, ushering an early sigh through newborn leaves, to the next, where the dewy vestiges of night remained draped over den and canopy, the wind stirred life back into the land. From peak to plain, morning was and had come.

In low places where shadow yet lay, a spear and a shield lay atop a knoll; homes for moss. As sun rose higher, the wintry magnificence of the mountaintops steamed. Somewhere, a ragdh unburies his door with a shovel, and elk bound through high grasses. When they turn their gazes to the horizons to which they are familiar, a cloudless and blush sky will greet them, nearly blue, and a breeze will blow in, promising clean weather. That will be the future, however, for as of now they work in preparation, as many do at the small hours of morning.

With Gemflors' every exhale the peace that has come to her can be heard. In every cast of light her wonder beckons, renewed, invigorated, in the absence of war cry, in solitude from fear. A horse snorts in the sun; a man awakens beside his wife; a brook babbles along green highways. Though not all may recognize it, these are the days of plenty. And plenty shall all have of them.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr][hr][center][color=66c2ff][i]Auctamos, Blu, Yorsiccos[/i][/color][/center][hr]
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[center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]The sun is cresting the distant hills for those of you who can see it. A layer of fine mist covers the countryside, peasants have been awake for the last several hours farming their own land, and the merchants are already setting up for business in Susorex. The king of Heil and Gillsommr has decided to summer in Palace Errington of Susorex, where he has taken an unusual break from family, disappearing for long stretches in his room. This country's southern mountains are cool yet dry.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/center][hr][hr][center][color=66c2ff][i]Ollo[/i][/color][/center][hr]
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[center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]Ledwyn's Tune is nestled between patches of deciduous timberland, along a well-traveled road said to run from Heil's capital, Suyu an Minos, to the busy market streets of Susorex in Gillsommr. Saffron light spills over the fields, lighting up the thatch roofs of tavern and the sprinkling of farmland homes surrounding it. Ledwyn's Tune's keep has been up since before dawn, ordering the servants to freshen the hay and sending fetchers for this or that supply.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/center][hr][hr][center][color=66c2ff][i]Daxterian, Jasilkal, Someyo[/i][/color][/center][hr]
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[center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]The central lowlands of Badlessi are still cloaked in a fine cast of night. It is cool, for now, but in a few hours that will change; the scorch of midday is coming to the plains. The final stars are winking "goodnight," even far to the north and south. The northern highlands, where nightmares are said to lie, are burning deep bronze, and shadow has fled into the crags. In the southern Herryway Woods the land is cool and dry, the thick canopy traps night in.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/center][hr][hr][center][color=66c2ff][i]Torinazuril, Dio[/i][/color][/center][hr]
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[center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]Though dawn is still a couple hours away in the west, peasants are already awake to tend to their crops before the heat of the day. Merchants are loading their carts or assembling their wares in anticipation for a day of barter. The cities will be quiet still and the guard looking for those who seek to utilize the cover of early morning to their advantage. The countryside and wildland forests will be quieter still, as not even game has risen to graze, though many predators have slunk off to bed.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/center][hr][hr][center][color=cccccc][i]It is time for the protagonists of this adventure to decide their beginning.[/i][/color][/center]
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