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[Kaylor]

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The darkness descended quickly, a torrent of rage rushing through him like wild waters bursting through a weakened dam. He lowered his hand to the hilt of his mace, the weapon's weight steadfast familiar in the midst of his storm. Discernment from whence this tempest had crept was lost in the seething abyss of its complete consumation. Death's onyx claws closed over his own, wielding in tandem its eternal aegis.

Silence then followed silence until . . .

. . . his agonized cries echoing those he had wrought, he managed two words before falling to the ground: Jacob! Yew.
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*Even if you be otherwise perfect, you fail without humility. ~ The Talmud*

[Jacob Amersyng]

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Lying in his bed, he had just dozed off when a voice, clear as if it had come from right beside him rang out in his head.

Jacob! Yew

He sat bolt upright, looking about the room, eyes wide. That voice...he knew that voice almost the instant his name flowed through his mind. The man from the tavern...the time had come.

He pulled on his clothes in a rush, running about the room throwing things into his bag. He pulled a quick parchment, jotting a note. He dropped it off at the front desk, leaving instruction for the courier.

Pulling his hat over his eyes, he ran off towards the moongate and whatever wait for him in Yew...
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