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Your footsteps take you ever-nearer to
the circle of stone dolmens. Suddenly the air shimmers
before you, and a tavern seems to appear for a few
moments, then vanishes. You turn to look behind you, but
Caer Asheaeon seems far, far away . . . not the few steps
you seemed to have taken. Abruptly, there is a noise
before you, and you turn to look. An old man stands
before you, almost ancient in appearance; yet his eyes
are bright and regarding. He favors you with a chancy
smile. I am called Guile, he tells you. Welcome
people, and thank you for visiting.This is The Stone
Altar, a place of mystery and deep shadow. Many friends
you will find here; many enemies as well, perhaps.
Remember always that you may speak to me at any time,
with anything from thanks to curses; I shall always
listen. This place has a tendancy to look as you imagine
it to; bear in mind as that you walk these paths, it may
not be today what it is yesterday, nor that which it will
be tomorrow. Should you need to contact me away from this
place, I may be reached at Stonetavern@hotmail.com. |
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