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Tonight seemed like the gentle breeze had been seasoned with a pinch of calm, the sunset sprawling across the sky and lazily coloring it with beautiful oranges and deep purples. Cerylia couldn't help but let out a relaxed sigh, watching the pretty exchange slowly change to night. She was perched on a big tree's branch, enough to hold her weight as she dangled one leg, her other curled up to her chest as she hugged it loosely. A long bow was snugly strapped to her back, but she wore it so often that she hardly noticed it's presence anymore, even twisting and moving as if it was a part of it.

She had opted to not making a camp before nightfall today and instead wanted to take the time to appreciate the awe of it all. Only a few days ago she was in conflict with a few of the loggers, forcing herself to pull her bowstring back until they suddenly realized who she was, finding that their axes weren't really a match for the [i]'Ranger Lord.'[/i] It wasn't hard, but the situation had been high strung with tension and arguments and those types of things always put Cerylia on edge. She was glad for the respite.

The ranger's attention was quickly torn from the horizon when she noticed a bright light floating back and forth about fifty feet away. It was swaying almost like someone was holding a lantern, but it was easy for her sharpened eyes to tell it was nothing of the sort. Instead it was a single orb, floating of it's own will, hovering around in circles until it suddenly shot towards her. She dropped backwards, landing on her feet as she unstrapped her bow, and drew back in arrow with a quickness that was beyond any normal human. She aimed right at the orb with caution, but as it approached, it slowed to crawl as if trying to comfort her.

After a few moments of staring at each other (assuming an orb of light could stare), Cerylia hesitatingly quivered her arrow, letting the orb come up to her and circle around her. It was almost acting like it wanted to play, whatever it was. It wasn't magic but nor was it any sort of creature she had ever heard of. Pursing her lips as she straightened up, she thought to herself, [i]'a messenger from Jergal, mayhaps?'[/i] As if reading her mind, it shot northwards and then stopped, spinning in circles. It was acting as if it wanted her to follow. Cerylia only took a few more moments to make sure before starting to walk in it's direction.
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A similar situation was happening for others. It would approach various legendary figures, spinning and circling them, knowing exactly when to calm down and when to act playful - all for the purpose of enticing each to follow the strange, mysterious light. For each and every one one of them, as soon as they started to follow, it would go in whatever direction that was closest to the mountains. It didn't happen at the same time, but rather they appeared in the exact manner and timing as to have each of the heroes meet at a specific place at the same exact time...