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For years Noxolo had heard rumours, myths and tall tales of The Gathering, and ever since she was a little girl she’d dreamt of the day she’d finally be able to take her place amongst the heroes of legend who started their lives within the walls of Neverwinter, and now finally, with a little ‘divine’ help, she was ready to do her part.

As she approached the city, admiring the tall and mighty fortifications of its walls as only a girl from a small town could, she was a little disappointed to find herself waylaid by a man in an official looking uniform. Corralled off to a field a reasonably safe distance from the city the young warlock soon found herself surrounded by other hopefuls.

“Here for the adventure? Or trying to make a name for yourself?” She asked a weary old battlescarred veteran as he stood waiting patiently beside her. His withering gaze did little to dampen her spirits, and soon he melted away into the crowd in a way which was surely completely beyond his control.

After the first few hours waiting Noxolo finally got bored of being patient and quickly pulling a slip of paper from her pack slipped into the shade of a nearby tent and began scribbling. When she was done she looked down at the very official looking document she’d produced, which looked as close to the documents she’d handled during her long career as a scribe.

Moving up through the crowd she quickly pushed passed the other applicants. “Make way! Make way! Official business!” She declared in a loud voice, waving the hastily drawn up document in front of her as the crowd parted before her. Reaching the front of the queue within minutes she waved the document at the guard, “I have an official decree granting me immediate admittance to the elite guard, whoever they may be.”

The guard stared at her unimpressed for a moment before reaching for a yellow sash and tying it to the young woman’s arm. “Of course you are, dear,” he said in a tone which didn’t entirely sound like she’d heard a similar lines many, many, many times before. “If you’ll make your way inside, you’ll find the other ‘elites’ waiting for you with a similar sash as this.”

With that the guard turned away, her attention to the next applicant. With her place secured Noxolo strode into the palisade, using her slim body and natural charms to easily weave her way through the crowd. Her eyes darted from arm to arm trying to spot anyone wearing the same sash as her own, but everywhere she looked the prospective adventurers all seemed to be wearing different colour.

~We must truly be elite if there are so few of us~ The warlock thought to herself, before finally spotting a small group gathering together in the throng. Quickly gliding her way upto them Noxolo waved her ’official’ decree at her new teammates, just in case they needed her presence explained.

“Hey there, you must be the fellow elites I’ve heard so much about,” she began, bowing just low enough to make it clear what she was doing, while no so low she’d put herself at a disadvantage to any of them. “Noxolo Ferreira, at your service.”
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