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Staring blankly at the message for a moment, Third mutters to himself, "I'd better go ask Master Quynn what this says. I should really learn how to read someday." Making his apologies to Hamish and promising to return as soon as possible, Third leaves, heading toward the Earth Weaver's guild...

Third turns and looks at the person addressing him. "Yes? I am Third."

Walking tiredly into the Ogre's Head Tavern, Third blinks in surprise at seeing his mentor here. "Hamish? I thought you'd gone back to the Vale."

Hours later well after the sun has risen and normality been restored, Third walks back into the small clearing to collect his gear. "You shouldn't have followed me, Vaegar. If you'd been alone, I likely wouldn't have been able to stop the wolf. Now, though, I need to go. I intend to be in...

Circling the tiny lit area,snarling in frustration at prey that doesn't have the sense to run, the wolf tenses before launching itself at Vaegar's unprotected back. At the last second, Third manages to assert some semblance of control, and the wolf-that-is-third veers suddenly, smashing through...

The wolf snarls in frustration as the prey, clearly aware of his presence, fails to indulge it by running. He wants a chase! Making more noise now, he circles closer to the fire, even letting himself be glimpsed though the foliage, growling steadily.

The wolf stops, and settles into the brush as he catches a familiar scent. The dark elf, with a human. The wolf salivates as he listens to their heartbeats. They're far too calm. They must have lost track of him in the scrub, or maybe they simply think he's left entirely. Deliberately making a...

(Dated Sunday, July 21st, noon.) Watching the bustle of the Festival of Crows drawing to a close, Third glances at the sky and winces. "Midday already. I need to be gone from here." Matching action to words, he quickly gathers his gear and leaves Faybridge, striding steadily towards Calanhelm...

I had an absolute blast. The events were a ton of fun, the NPC's were amazing, and seeing the new players getting involved with the games and teams was great. Highlights: Saturday night, Dodger and Third were sitting at the fire, looking out through the gap in the trees over monster camp...

(Backdated to July 11th) Seeing the Magistrate clearly leaving town, Third strides towards him. "Mobeus. You seem to be leaving for Faybridge and the Festival of Crows. Would you mind if I accompanied you? I'm heading there myself and would appreciate the company."

I had so...much...fun. I don't even know where to start. Favorite moments: Friday night, as the wolf, I was slinking around in the brush behind the woodpile when I saw someone I couldn't identify standing behind the cookhouse, looking through the windows at the people around the fire. I got...

I had to vote for Dan as well. Shmoo was awesome, and the fairy lord (whose name I didn't quite catch) was beyond hilarious. I have to give an honorable mention to Brad, though. His goblin archer was extremely irritating - enough so that I stripped off my armor and spare weapons so Datonas I...

Oh! one thing I remember noticing that I didn't mention earlier: the nice latex weapons and real armor for NPCs was great - I especially liked at one point Sam was fighting a small group of us, and after he got disarmed, he just pulled out a spare sword from his belt - that moment was awesome...

Overall, I had a great time. As with Mike and Kieth, I wasn't pleased about standing in a wet field for the better part of two hours - we couldn't even sit down, and my feet had been sore before we even went down there. I was cold, tired, sore, and incredibly grumpy by the time we got back to...

Stepping inside, Third closes the door behind himself.

Walking into the Home Guard Headquarters, Third looks around briefly before approaching the desk. "May I speak to the Commander? My name is Third. He may be expecting me."

Waking briefly, Third nods tiredly at Mobeus, then sets the tonic aside. "maybe I'll drink this later, but for now I don't think I need any help sleeping."

Piling his armor neatly against the wall, Third enters the circle, settles himself, and waits to see what happens next - all the while hoping that either nothing happens, or that this time he can actually REMEMBER something.

Watching the elf bustle around the room, Third bows to the Fatespinner before replying. "No, thank you, Master Quynn. I am not thirsty."

After getting directions to Master Quynn's room, Third makes his way there and knocks, then waits politely.