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You wander along the dense path that trails to the hidden fortress within the Torvaldian Mountains..it's forboding frame of solid rock peers menacingly down at Y/you....do Y/you run in fear or take the chance some fear to do?..deciding Y/you have come this far Y/you continue forth..treading cautiously as Y/your gaze peers about wondering what lurks within the hidden depths..friend or foe remains to be seen..
As Y/you approach a set of gates..two burly gate keeper's step forth thier Torvaldian Axe raised to block Y/your entrance.."Do You come in peace" they ask in their rough gorean dialect as they hear Y/you answer of merely traveling and wish a peaceful visit..they lift the gate to allow Y/you entrance into what is a huge fortress of rocks carved into the side of a mountain..
Upon the trail to the Keep Y/you view the delicate surrounds of various gardens to the small trail which leads into a market place where those of the Torvaldsland trade and sell the wares they make by hand or grow within the vast fields..passing many people free and slave alike that grace the busy path towards the Hall doors..as You step through and enter..Bastian Roar the Jarl of this wonderious Keep glances over with cold eyes reguarding Y/you for a long moment before He finally speaks.."Tal and welcome to My home"
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