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Normally something such as this would go on without much mind, but today, of all days, the first day of winter, could have possibly been the worst day in the history of Arakmat to enter through the route of teleportation into the city. Most citizens had already gathered near or outside the city gates to wish their fighting force that had been assembled farewells, so at first when the mage popped into the city he found himself standing on peculiarly deserted streets.
This lonesomeness however was quickly remedied as the mage was met with the point of a spear, sharpened to a razors edge and rather pointy to boot. A Voice speaking from behind laden with heavy accent made it hard to understand, but projected in a booming tone toward the new occupant of the city suggesting that more planning may have been in order. “Vad do you vwant, I’d say you’d come to sabotage da sultan’s sherian force mage? Lets see some papers and credentials…” Upon presentation of the mage’s Visa and a close inspection of the flyers the man was let free from the harm of the guards weapons while their leader explained “Dere vill be no gates opening up round deese walls today, Dee Vizer Godah Olohan marches today with our aid to dee east. Put up da flyers but open dee gate tomorrow…”
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