<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><br/><div align="center">(http://imgur.com/pdRLVcZ.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Mikael’s Manor<br/>The Seat of Eodin</strong></span></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/pKGaOpx.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><strong>Mikael Oldaren</strong></span></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/yF62eeC.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><strong>Half Elf</strong></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong>(GM Notes):</strong> <em>Mikael Oldaren. Half Elf.</em><br/><br/>The morning of the indicated day finally arrived and each of you makes your way to the location that was signaled. For some, Isylia and Sylvi guards dispatched from the manor come to retrieve you and escort you to the location. For the others, the place was indicated. When each of you arrives independently of one another you are greeted at the gates by guardsmen who are clearly better equipped than the regular guard of the city. They greet you and understand that you have business. You are escorted into the manor and taken up a flight of stairs to the second story. Eventually, you are deposited into a small holding room that has two additional staircases that lead upwards to the single part of a third story the manor has. Slowly you are joined by others until five of you stand present. Within moments of the last individual - Kara - arriving, a servant dressed in simple clothing descends the stairs. It is clear immediately that he is blind - a combination of the way he holds himself with the wall and the white gloss of his eyes. “M’lord will see you now,” He ushers, guiding you all upstairs into the room.<br/><br/>When you reach the top of the cloistered staircase you are greeted by a heavy oak door, that is held open for you by the servant - who also closes it behind you and leaves you to your business. <br/><br/>This large single room is nearly as large as a regular citizens house. It sits atop the very center of the manor as its highest point. Its walls are littered with bookcases that are half filled. Several various shaped tables litter the center, each with awkward numbers of chairs; the location is big enough that you could hold a town meeting in here. Mikael Oldaren stands with his back to you as you enter, his hands folded behind his back and his eyes peering out the windows that looks over the courtyard in front of his manor. He is every bit the man that he is described to be. Over six feet tall, Mikael is a man built like a fighter. His body, beneath the fine set of clothing tightly hugging him, is sculpted and powerful. Lengthy flowing blonde hair falls across his shoulders. He carries no visible weapons and likewise wears no armor beyond perhaps padding in the clothing he’s got on - which are a deep blue, with dark brown trousers of high quality. At his waist is a simple belt tilted to one side.<br/><br/>If you were expecting this private meeting to be only the five of you and Mikael you’ll be surprised to quickly pick out a second individual in the room. He is unmistakably half-elven. Dark brown locks cascade down his head, over his shoulders, and further still. Slightly tipped ears point out through the mess. He keeps light stubble across his face giving him a shadow that accents the already angular sculpting of his facial structure. Brown orbs that are melted pools stare across the room and watch the five of you enter with passive interest. Unlike Mikael, this individual is armored in brown dyed leathers, studded with metal to reinforce it. His back holds a quiver filled with arrows, though you can see that the longbow that surely belongs to him is propped up in a corner only but a quick dash away from him. Still, the short swords strapped on his thighs prove that he’s far from unarmed even without the bow.<br/><br/>“Welcome friends,” Mikael called, slowly turning away from the window and casting his gaze on all of you. For the first time seeing all of you gathered in one place. “Look around at one another and know that together we will do great work. Important work.” His lips pulled into a smile, and his head bobbed in a small nod, “Come and sit, it’s time that we talk about what is to come.”<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>