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In Various cities and settlements across the land some may catch the glimpse of a robed figure leaving behind Golden Scrolls, pinned to notice boards all over Almaris. Those who sought to track down this elusive figure would quickly find their tracks fade, as if they had disappeared in thin air. The only distinguishing features being that of luminous golden eyes and white hair, a golden mongoose pendant hanging from their neck.

For the curious or those who felt drawn to read these mysterious scrolls they would find the below message.

 

"Are thou lost o' reader mine? Does thy soul and spirit waver upon that thin line between the light and dark, hovering at the precipice of damnation and salvation? Are thou in need of guidance? The path to redemption is long o' reader mine, the path of service even longer.. should thy be without purpose then seek out the forgotten Sage, the one who still carries the burden of a duty long maintained and the legacy of those who came before. She can offer guidance in a world consumed by darkness and show you to the light.

 

Although her name has long been silent from our lips, her love and song still flow through us all.. the Caretaker continues to watch over us dear reader and the duty of those who serve her is never done. Let us walk this path together"

 

Beneath the scroll rests a wax seal, the image of a blazing heart flanked by two winged knights.
 

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In the green forests near Acre, a ragged elf rushes after the departing, wispy figure; calling out to them in a panicked voice, clutching the missive which they had bestowed to the noticeboard.

Wait!

And as the figure seemingly vanished, he stumbled to a pause; panting somewhat, clutching his knees as he looked to the missive once more; frantically thinking on the contents. For those who happened to pass by, he seemed to be in quite a state.

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