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Mar 26, 2009 6:16:12 GMT -5
Post by IJ on Mar 26, 2009 6:16:12 GMT -5
Ok. The Lich King has been defeated in Icecrown, currently the Horde and the Alliance are in an all out war against each other. Really I think thats all that is needed to be known lets start! Name: Andorath Sunwing Class: Priest/Mage/Warlock Description: He has long white hair, and he's tall(duh). He carries around a white and black staff with a headpeice that symbolises the three schools that he has mastered(Holy, Arcane, and Shadow). He wears the robes of his fallen king, however a golden coloured crystal was affixed onto the chest peice in the shape of the crest of silvermoon. History: The Sunwing family usually kept to themselves, spending most of their time studying magic, they all once studied under Grand Magister Rommath. Before Kael'Thas betrayed the Blood Elves Andorath served in the Sunfury guard at the Sunwell, but once he was shown by Kael'Thas himself what was being done he fled and joined the other blood elves in an attempt to stop Kil'jaeden from entering Azeroth through the sunwell. After the betrayal of his king, Andorath began to learn the arts of a warlock in order to finish his studies on the main schools of magic. During the Nexus War Andorath fought on the side of Malygos, as a spy for Alexstraza. He was the one to enter the battle and used a ley line focus to weaken Malygos. After Malygos had been killed he joined the Argent Crusade for a short time inorder to help them push against the Lich KingAfter having spent several years training, he is now the head of the Silvermoon Guard and teaches other Blood Elves the arts of magic. Andorath walked the golden streets of Silvermoon, doing his regular patrols. He was given orders from Rommath that some members of the Horde were coming and he was to escort them. He wasn't told why, but all he knew was that they were coming. The Streets of Silvermoon were golden, the Sun rested inbetween the pinnacle of the Sunfury spire. He walked through Windrunner's Square, Hunters were training as were a couple blood elves attempting to get into the Blood Knights. They were traveling from the Undercity. He walked back to the front gate, sat down... and waited, reading over a couple spellbooks he had.
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Mar 26, 2009 8:27:55 GMT -5
Post by Dan the Man on Mar 26, 2009 8:27:55 GMT -5
Name: Thranduil Sunblade Class: Warrior/Mage Description: He is tall, proud. Long blond hair with shining blue eyes. He wears silver armor with a white cloak. Wields a hand-and-a-half sword, and carries a quiver and a bow on his back over the cloak. History: A lieutenant for the High Elves in previous wars, Thranduil is young compared to some other High Elves, being only 120 years old. He fought in the Second War, and remained with the Alliance when the Blood Elves went to the Horde. He wandered the land, doing selfless quests to keep busy. When war erupted between the Horde and the Alliance, Thranduil still kept to himself, but when he was encountered by Taurens, Orcs, or Trolls, he would slaughter them with his combat skills. He still has respect for Blood Elves, and is very hesitant to kill any of his previous kin.
Thranduil was hiding in the shadows, waiting. He had spotted a patrol of orcs near him an hour ago, and rushed ahead to find a good place to ambush them. He found one, and pulled out his bow, and fitted it with an arrow. He did not have to wait any longer, because the orcs he was about to ambush just arrived. Pulling back the arrow, he fired the first shot.
Chaos erupted throughout the patrol. Thranduil kept firing on them, killing many. He found one last one trying to find him, and he pinned the orc's foot to the ground with an arrow. He walked to the orc, now the last one he could see alive, and pulled out his sword.
"Who are you, Elf?" the orc shouted. "I am Thranduil, and you are a messenger. Tell whoever is in charge of you that these are dangerous lands for the Horde, and you'd better not come through here again." "Why should I do that?" the orc jeered. "Because I am letting you live." Thranduil pulled the arrow out of the orc's foot. "Now go."
The orc ran off, leaving Thranduil with a satisfied smile on his face.
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Mar 26, 2009 9:39:06 GMT -5
Post by Bill E312 MD on Mar 26, 2009 9:39:06 GMT -5
Name: Anelas Unghart of the Flaming Blades. Class: Warrior/Shaman/ Warlock. Description: Skin is green(duh) with muscles that seemed to ripple of their own accord. Eyes that betrays his bestial look with large tusks. History: He was a simple Warrior during the Second War. When the war reached it's peak, he discovered an innate talent with the Shamanistic powers that developed when he instinctively healed a dying friend. As with most of the Shamans, he was corrupted by the demonic energy that was wielded by Gul'dan. When the orcs lost, he was like the others, lethargic, pained and empty of will. After the Liberation, he renewed his ways of a Warrior and a Shaman under the rule of his Warchief Thrall. He combines raw strength and mixed spells and calls of both the Shamans and the Warlocks. Wielding his clan's large Warhammer, he brings his clan great pride, even though he is not the chieftain.
Anelas unsheathed his weapon, and bared his teeth. His opponent, another orc, shifted uneasily with his own weapon. He probably didn't get to fight someone like Anelas daily. However, even he needs to train to avoid getting his skills rusty.
"Come! Attack me as you would your enemy!" roared Anelas at the orc.
The other complied, swinging his wooden training sword in a way that would force most opponents to their knees. Anelas parried the blow effortlessly, letting the forward momentum of his opponent carry himself forward. The orc compensated for it's charge with a sudden backhand, fingers a hair from scraping him. He left his feet unguarded, and that was all Anelas needed to bring him down.
One swift kick, and the orc went tumbling down. The surrounding orcs cheered, and quickly rushed forwards to help their friend up. Anelas grunted, not at all satisfied with how the battle went. It was too short, and he needed to keep his strength at it's peak for him to perform at a maximum. Another, quite breathless orc came running towards him.
"Unghart! Our messengers have been ambushed!" shouted the orc. "Only one survived!" "WHAT!" roared Anelas in disbelief. The messengers to forge better ties with the elves, ambushed? "Bring me to the survivor!"
He was lead to the hut nearest the edge of their camp, where the injured orc, Kelfang, was housed. Kelfang wasn't heavily injured, save for the hole on his foot. Arrow wound, and only elves can shoot with such accuracy. Anelas sat, and waited for Kelfang to recount his story.
"We were making our way towards Silvermoon, when a lone elf ambushed us. He picked most of us off before we knew what happened. I found him, right after he killed the rest of the convoy." "What did he say, why did he let you go?" asked Anelas impatiently. Kelfang shrugged. "I don't know, but he said something about not going through towards Silvermoon." "Insolent elf! Did he look like a High Elf or a Blood Elf?" "Blue eyes, blond hair, I think a High Elven. He said his name was Thranduil." "Very well. You." pointed Anelas at another orc standing near the entrance of the hut. "Gather some of our warriors and shamans. This time, I'll lead the convoy."
Anelas Unghart asked for the Spirits advice, and they urged him on this quest. Thank the spirits that they let him go, he won't like disobeying the spirits.
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Mar 26, 2009 15:29:57 GMT -5
Post by IJ on Mar 26, 2009 15:29:57 GMT -5
A flash of light appeared in the middle of their camp. "Bal'a dash malanore Orcs. I am Andorath Sunwing, head of the Silvermoon guard. Our scryers saw what happened and as such our lands are now on high alert... I was sent here by Lor'themar Theron to escort you safely through the lands." Andorath looked at a specific orc who stood out amongst them... He seemed strange... but he could also possibly be their leader. Andorath walked over to the orc and stared straight into his eyes.
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Mar 26, 2009 15:46:00 GMT -5
Post by Darkie on Mar 26, 2009 15:46:00 GMT -5
Name: Halfa Lynxspirit Class: Druid/Hunter Description: She is tall, with tree trunk brown fur with darker brown on her chest, mane, and various other parts of her body. History: The Lynxspirit tribe, while not as large in prestige as the others, are a proud tribe of those who chose to follow the ways of both druids and hunters. Halfa was one of those who chose to live among the wilderness, shunning her tribemates. She is an excellent herbalist, and a fearsome fighter when she feels threatened. She keeps to herself, avoiding others most times, lest they approach her with humility and friendliness. She is also a starwatcher, as she looks at the stars and traces out the patterns they make. She is most likely to be seen in one of her animal forms, she uses her druid powers to stay out of sight. Her only companion is a young male Frostsaber Cub that her dad gave to her when she finally came of age. His name is Elkanor, and he accompanies her on her hunts.
Halfa sat on her private rock, in the middle of a forest whose name she couldn't pronounce, as it was in some other language. She was in her favorite form, a large, magnificent beast with golden fur, light brown eyes, and midnight black spots all over. Her huge, ebony horns curled over her ears, the only attribute that gave her true form away. Elkanor, her young Frostsaber cub companion, sat nearby, observing all with a silent, but strong vigilance. She lay her head down on her paws for a short nap, and fell asleep promptly. Though she was deep in her sleep trance, she was aware of every sound, the trees rustling as the wind blew past, the breathing of animals, both small and large, the sound of paws hitting the ground whenever Elkanor shifted positions. An hour later, Elkanor nudged her, waking her from her dream reverie. " I saw a patrol of Blood Elves pass by, they seem to be headed somewhere, only the gods themselves know where." he said. In her animal form, Halfa was able to understand Elkanor's language, in her tauren form, she could not. " Should we track them, see where they're headed?" he asked. Halfa said, " Oh, fine. But we'll stay out of sight, okay?" She hated the idea of leaving this cozy, sunwarmed rock, but she loved adventure, it didn't normally just come up and knock on your front door like this. Picking herself up, she shook her fur and yawned, then turned and took off in the direction Elkanor had indicated. He pounded beside her, easily keeping up with her, as fast as she was. It took only a few minutes to catch up with the Blood Elf patrol, and the two immediately ducked for cover under the nearby bushes. They skulked along after the patrol, not letting them out of their sight for one second, their cat paws barely making a sound.
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Mar 26, 2009 20:36:27 GMT -5
Post by Dan the Man on Mar 26, 2009 20:36:27 GMT -5
Thranduil walked around the dead orcs to find what they had indeed been searching for in these parts. As far as he could tell, he was somewhere near Silvermoon, the home of the Blood Elves. He didn't realize he was this far into Horde territory, but it wasn't too much of a concern to him anyway. He saw a parchment sticking out of one of the dead orc's pouch, and took a look at it.
The letter stated that the orcs wished to form better ties with the Blood Elves, as a way to keep the Horde strong. If the orcs were trying to get the Blood Elves to do something against the Alliance, many of his own kin, even those who have no desire in being in this war, would be in jeopardy. He wasn't about to allow that to happen, not while he was alive.
"It they were coming this way before, they'll surely be back. That's when I'll strike." Thranduil said. He went around the skirmish site and pulled all of his arrows out of the dead orcs, and put them back in his quiver. He had a feeling there were going to be more coming the next time.
"Let them come. They will see how powerful this warrior-mage is." Thranduil said to himself.
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Mar 27, 2009 23:14:04 GMT -5
Post by IJ on Mar 27, 2009 23:14:04 GMT -5
The group began to walk into the forests of Eversong woods after walking through the treacherous lands called The Ghostlands. "I'm sure your more than ready to face the challenges ahead, your people are well known for that... Like us your animosity towards the alliance is strong... If you haven't already noticed our guards are currently patrolling the area for the High Elf intruder. The elves who choose to suffer with the failing alliance." The orcs appeared tired... it was given... they had just taken a boat from Kalimdor to Stranglethorn Vale and then journied all the way to the Undercity and now they have to worry about an intruder. An orc by the name of Kelfang came up beside Andorath, appearing to want to ask a question. "When will we be arriving in Silvermoon? We've been travelling for days as you know, and we need to re-" "shh!... I heard movement coming from the east... it is not safe here... stand with me and we will survive" Andorath put up a fairly weak invisibility barrier... it could easily be dispelled. However it was strong enough to survive until they sucsessfully teleported to Silvermoon. "Listen closely... this barrier will hide us from view long enough for me to teleport us to the city, however it is fairly fragile... any one who is a shaman or a warlock I need them to channel their power into the barrier to maintain it while I begin casting the teleportation spell."
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Mar 28, 2009 1:02:25 GMT -5
Post by Bill E312 MD on Mar 28, 2009 1:02:25 GMT -5
Anelas nodded, then pointed at Othor, Parek and Quilter. With signs of agreement, they started to channel their own shamanistic powers into the aforesaid barrier. The other warriors stiffened slightly, as a sign of their preparing for a fight. Though they are tired, orcs are used to days and even weeks without sleep in a war. They would not be helpless only after a few days of trekking.
"Elf, be quick about the teleportation spell." urged Anelas. "I will aid you as best I can."
Andorath nodded, then continued weaving the matrix for the spell. Even though some might suspect this elf of treachery, Anelas heeded the voice of the Spirits that this elf was not evil and was exactly who he said he was. That was fine by him. He called the Spirits, and they responded, giving additional speed and strength to the elf. Speed and Time is of the essence.
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Mar 28, 2009 8:14:20 GMT -5
Post by IJ on Mar 28, 2009 8:14:20 GMT -5
It was done, the spell was ready and the barrier stood long enough to keep them safe but it would fall the minute the orcs stopped channeling.
"The spell is ready! Once you stop channeling your power into the barrier it will fall... On 3 I want you to stop channeling and come close to me to be teleported." The orcs nodded and began to slowly inch towards Andorath.
"1...2...3!"
The orc jumped back close to Andorath who executed the spell teleporting himself and the group into Silvermoon.
"Welcome to our fair city of Silvermoon Orcs, I believe you needed to go somewhere specific in Silvermoon... where abouts did you need to go?... Whats this?!" A wounded Farstrider and Sylvanas Windrunner walked through the entrance of Silvermoon... Andorath called for a guard to get a priest to heal the Farstrider while Andorath focused on Sylvanas. "My Lady what happened to you?" "We.. we were caught off guard... there are more of them coming... I saw them... Night Elves and Humans... the word has gotten out..." A Priest walked over to Sylvanas and began to try to heal her. "STOP! If you try that you'll only injure her further... Shes undead... she requires a special method of healing..." The priest left to go and tend to the Farstrider again... Meanwhile Andorath raised his hand over sylvanas and began to cast a standard healing spell... then he mixed in one of his main offensive shadow spells creating a dark healing spell. It didn't take long to heal Sylvanas, she wasn't as badly injured as the Farstrider, however if it had taken longer Andorath would have been more exhausted. He could combine multiple magics but it took a toll on his energy. "Now then... Sylvanas you'll need to get to Lor'Themar and tell him about what happened, it'll give him more than enough reason to tighten the guard forces around Eversong... meanwhile I'll get the Orcs to where they need to go in the city."
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Mar 28, 2009 11:11:19 GMT -5
Post by Bill E312 MD on Mar 28, 2009 11:11:19 GMT -5
Anelas could sense the tension in the air, the feel of excitement and the movements of the spirits that would be the telltale signs of and upcoming battle. He grunted, a battle would be fine by him, orcs welcome all types of battles. Yet, his troops were exhausted, and his shamans weary. If he got them all killed for nothing, Warchief Thrall would be unforgiving.
"Come, my guests." said Andorath as he quickly strode into view. "We have your quarters prepared." "Your men are preparing for battle?" asked Anelas bluntly. "It's nothing to be worried about! Only the humans and night elves!" "How many?" "What?" said Andorath, clearly confused by the question. "Their forces, how many of them are there?" repeated the old orc. "I can't say, plenty more than your troops right here. We can't risk you fighting now, your troops are tired, and need rest. Now come! Your quarters are prepared."
Anelas didn't try and argue furthur, merely nodded and followed Andorath towards the winding streets of the fallen grandeur of Silvermoon city. The Spirits would work out what was best, and Anelas would fight, especially if they are in a disadvantageous position. The Blood Elves need the Orcs more than ever...
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Mar 28, 2009 19:15:21 GMT -5
Post by Dan the Man on Mar 28, 2009 19:15:21 GMT -5
Thranduil was walking through Silvermoon, hiding in the shadows using a hidden technique taught only by the Night Elves to stalk through the shadows. He passed countless armed Blood Elves, no doubt looking for him. Word must have gotten out that he was in the area.
He pulled the cloak's hood over his head. If he wanted to be able to walk through these woods without suspicion, he needed to hide the glowing blue eyes that showed he was indeed High Elf.
He kept walking, slowly growing less careful. Just as he thought he was in the clear, a Blood Elf approached him.
"You there, Elf! What business do you have in these parts?" the Blood Elf asked him. "Me, I'm on my way to see my cousins in Silvermoon City. I am merely traveling, good Elf." Thranduil replied. "Very well, move along. But be warned, there is a High Elf around these parts. He is armed and more than extremely dangerous." "I'll be on the lookout." Thranduil replied, giving a brief smile under the shade of his hood. The act worked.
He made his way to Silvermoon City, keeping more careful than ever to remain unseen. He arrived at the city.
"Time to find out what the Orcs want with the Blood Elves." Thranduil said, walking into the city.
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Mar 28, 2009 20:10:51 GMT -5
Post by rossriku on Mar 28, 2009 20:10:51 GMT -5
Name: Lockon of the night elves Class: Hunter/rogue Description: he is tall and wears all back. He has red eyes and black hair. History: He is a master at being a hunter and rarely misses.anthere thing he is known for is that he can shoot a shoot that can shoot thought most armor and magical shields but he can only do it one every 6 hours and it makes him very tired aftor. He has been in 3 wars and to this date has never miss his mark. He has a very good rife that his dad build before he died. He mostly lives by him self with only his Swift Frostsaber named Max and his hunting cat name Riku. Riku is still young and playful but is very stealth if need be. He feeds all his pets fish. So he is a master fisherman. He has his own family recipe for poison and is hard to cure on short notice. Sadly because he only focused on long rang. He is VERY bad and melee attacks. So work around this he is fast and stealth. Next problem is that he never wants to miss meaning if a group of enemies runs at him he will still take the time to kill them all with head shots. This means if there is too mean to kill in the time he has they could get close enough for melee attacks to hit him. Plus to make things worse is most the time he doesn’t know when to run away. Now days tho he is in the forest and hunts for food. He also steals from house in the wood when he can. Most of the time when hunting he only brings Riku and keeps max at his lair But if he must he can call him to his side for a quick retreat. (if it is too cheep please say how to make it less)
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Mar 28, 2009 23:46:13 GMT -5
Post by Darkie on Mar 28, 2009 23:46:13 GMT -5
Halfa and Elkanor tracked the Blood Elves through the forest for what seeemed like hours, a neverending sea of trees, leaves, and various other plants and wildlife. Occasionally, the elves would stop for a drink, to rest, or to eat, and that gave Halfa and Elkanor enough time for a quick hunt. They followed them as far as the gates of Silvermoon, the Blood Elves capital city. The pair hung back, but the Blood Elves walked through the gate. Halfa decided to sneak over the wall, like she did most of the time, so she made a quick transformation. Her golden fur turned oak brown, and lengthened, taking on the form of feathers. Her muzzle cracked into a greyish beak, sharp as a sword for protection. She held out her arms, and they burst open with a crack of bone, revealing large, feathery brown wings. Her legs lifted up from the ground, and her back paws lost their fur and the claws lengthened into talons. Last of all, her small ebony horns were on the sides of her head and brown tail feathers appeared. Elkanor climbed onto her back, and she took off, flying high above the city's walls. She landed in a dark alley, where she transformed back into her regular Tauren form, white fur with tree trunk brown patches, dark tan eyes, and wearing a forest green dress with a sea blue cloak. She had her quarterstaff in one hand, a darkly polished one with a curve like a sheperd's staff and two orangy red orbs floating about it, and her hunting knives strung on a belt around her waist. A shield bearing the symbol of the Lynxspirit, a huge, heavy male Tauren yelling out a warcry as he swung his mighty warhammer over his head, sat heavily on her back. She exited the alley and walked along the streets. The Blood Elves didn't question her about where she came from, they merely nodded and smiled in her direction, for they knew Taurens were friends and allies. She decided to grab a meal and a drink, and walked into the local tavern. " Barkeep, give me a tall mug of Silver Ale and a good-sized chicken, would ya?" she asked as she walked into the tavern, named the Angry Orc Tavern, and sat down at the bar. The barkeep, a large, burly looking elf, nodded, and strode off to prepare the order. She patted a spot on the counter, and Elkanor jumped up onto the counter, laying down next to her. The barkeep came back, with a tall goblet full of silvery liquid, and a fat, cooked chicken. Halfa accepted it and sipped on the ale, swirling it around and admiring it's silvery color. It smelled like a day after it stops raining, and a sharp, earthy smell lingers in the air, and tasted like dew from the petals of the moonflower, with a faint zing of ground lycan fang. Elkanor tore into the spiced chicken with gusto, ripping off big chunks and swallowing them whole. The barkeep leaned against the counter and said to her, " I'd watch my back out there in the streets if I were you, there's been word of a High Elf lurking around in Horde Territory, he could be anywhere, even here in Silvermoon!" Halfa asked, " A High Elf? In Horde Territory? How? Why?" The Blood Elf barkeep shrugged, " Don't know, unless he's infiltrating for information. Also, see that shady looking character over there in the corner?" he pointed over to a figure sitting at a table in a dark corner. The person was clothed in all black, which was not unusual for some classes, so Halfa believed he was a hunter or rogue. A cat with strangely colored fur lay nearby, her tail twitching lazily, rolling over and grooming herself occasionally. The person had his back turned to them, so Halfa couldn't identify him. " Yeah?" she asked, " What about him?" The barkeep said knowingly, " I'd keep an eye on him if I were you, I don't like the looks of him. Also, you do have the money for the ale and chicken, correct?" Halfa nodded, then pulled out her leather bag. She took out the required amount for payment, plus a tip for the barkeep, and placed it on the counter. " Come on Elkanor, I don't really like the looks of this place, although the barkeep is nice." she said hurriedly. The Frostsaber Cub mewed in complaint, he was not quite done with his chicken. " Oh fine, you can bring it with you, just don't choke on any bones!" The cub growled, he was intelligent enough to know what parts of an animal he should and should not eat, but followed her back out on the streets, with the remaining half of chicken held firmly in his jaw.
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Mar 29, 2009 0:30:54 GMT -5
Post by Dan the Man on Mar 29, 2009 0:30:54 GMT -5
Thranduil walked through the somewhat-busy streets of Silvermoon City. He passed by many Blood Elves who merely walked by him, taking him to be another traveling Blood Elf . His white cloak was doing a good job keeping him incognito.
He passed by a pub, just in time to see a druid walk out of the pub.
'Strange.' he thought to himself. 'What would a druid be doing in these parts?'
He began walking behind the druid, focused on following the druid to see if it was in league with the Blood Elves as well.
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Mar 29, 2009 0:59:50 GMT -5
Post by Darkie on Mar 29, 2009 0:59:50 GMT -5
Halfa's cloak was rather large for her, it trailed all the way down to her hooves. The hood was large, and only the tips of her small horns were visible. Her coal black hooves clacked with every step she took, Elkanor padded next to her, his paws barely making a sound. He had finished up his chicken, and Halfa had put the bones in a cloth sack to throw away for later. He smelled something odd, and used his senses to find the source of the strange scent. Someone was following them. He tugged on Halfa's dress to get her attention. " What is it?" she asked. The cub mewed and pointed with his tail. " There's someone behind us? Let's just ignore him and keep going, maybe he'll go away," she said reassuringly. The cub solemnly nodded and continued following, but there was something about their follower that he didn't like, He smelled like an elf, but not a Blood Elf, or a Night Elf. Could he possibly be that elf that every single Blood Elf guard was seemingly looking for? His hackles rose, and his teeth were bared and claws were out, but he kept following, occasinally looking back to see if the stranger had gone. He was still there.
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