<div align="center"><strong>GM Controlled: Briar Character Post</strong></div><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post: </strong>Noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>Noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>North East of Dulon Landing (note the gentle correction: Dulon Landing is as far West of the continent as possible)<br/><strong>Location ending post: </strong>Off screen.<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with: </strong>Hollywillow<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no):</strong>No.<br/><br/>Briar looked at Hollywillow, his eyes suddenly distant. There, over the horizon, the storm grew and he seemed to sway at some unseen melody, a force beyond his ken. Extending a hand, his almost yellow skin gleaming with sudden sweat, he pointed toward the catastrophe.<br/><br/>“Something is very wrong,” he said, his voice shaking, ignoring Holly’s comments. “I must warn my people and offer them whatever aid I am able.” His eyes shifted to the girl, epicanthic folds somehow emphasizing the fact that his race, the Jun, were well-known for carrying mystery and magic with them.<br/><br/>With his words, Briar reached into a pocket and withdrew a small golden flute. He hefted it to his lips, arms locked in proper posture. Pausing, just before playing, he addressed Holly once more, “You should find shelter. I suggest the city; rumor has it that a powerful Water Elementalist lives there. She may provide succor against the oncoming holocaust.” Then, he blew the flute and a softly lilting melody arose from it. As it rose, Briar’s body became transparent, then vanished.<br/>