*The Dreaming calls to you, reaching far across, to every realm of Fortannis. Someone, something, some presence, some distant sentience, grasps to you, almost hoping that you are receptive to its desperate reach. You sense it extending its ethereal tendrils towards you, attempting to attune to your mind.*
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{Traveling to the Lands of Dayne through the Mists, you would arrive August 4th....}
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{Traveling to the Lands of Dayne through the Mists, you would arrive August 4th....}