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As you come to, and realize your surroundings, you can see clearly that the man in front of you is simply that...a man. At first you thought he was some mixture of human and wolf, you now raise how foolish an idea it was. So much new was around you, your imagination ran off. Looking at the temple you are in, you can see the same symbol repeated on countless surfaces and flags throughout the visible structure, which seems very sound and resolute, bring made of what appears to be marble and polished sandstone. The man in front of you is dressed, very simply, in armor made from the skin and skull of a wolf he likely killed. Seeing your appearance does not seem to phase him much, he simply points to himself with his open hand and says in a heavy unknown accent, "Lanx Kotan", than he motions to you with an open hand as if to invite you to give a similar response. The open air of the courtyard area of this temple is warm and a light breeze beckons you to action as the expectation builds from your new acquaintance.

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Living a simple life in the modern world, no major ups or downs, no high class job, not the life of the party, not the best or nicest of anything...almost a completely grey shaded life. The only color had in this life was the library. Going there every chance that was had, pouring hours into all kinds of fantasy books. Escaping from a dull, listless life into a world of dragons, magic, ancient forgotten languages, mysterious quests, treasure and so much more. This escape would last only so long, for libraries close, books must be re-shelved and homes must be returned to.
This escape continues for some time, countless world are visited, numberless quests commenced, endless enthralling characters fall into endearment...so very many books completed. One fated day, in the back area of the library, a large, old, tattered book is found, it's leather cover scented with age and reminds the senses of forests, rivers, and wildlife, the ridge of the pages, yellowed with age and lack of use, brushing the dust from the cover, the title can be read. Sounding out the gold pressed letters, the words are said, "Yaara Ndor". Wonder and amazement fill the mind as memory wanders to stories that where read. The bound books buckle opens with relative ease and the pages open simply, revealing what looks like hand written script of the same language. Reading aloud, what looks like a short introduction, the words are sounded out, the utterance being, "Entula a' i' yaara ndor tuulo' coiasira ar' haiyasse lenne an ar' lann." Immediately, the book begins to emit a growing light of blueish green hue, and just before the book can be closed to quench the surprising light, it flashes blindingly bright.
The light dissipating and book still open in hands outstretched...but the scene is no longer that of a library in the city known. In its place is a large ancient stone temple surrounded by lush, vibrant jungle life and a cacophony of wildlife sounds. The wonder and amazement felt before are overshadowed easily by any portion of what is felt now. It can only be assumed that this place is what the book was possibly talking about. No information is had, no knowledge granted. Coming to notice more of the surroundings, what looks like a wolf on two legs stand a short distance from the other side of the book. Looking down to close its pages, holding it to the side, looking back up...a little more focus is had. A very lithe, athletic man wearing the skin and even the skull of a wolf for armor, standing with a very unique looking spear in his hand. He does not seem hostile, but instead, a little expectant. Pointing to himself he says, "Lanx Kotan" ...than he widely motions for the same response...from you.