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[Lord Fong]

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The winds from the north pushed the cold crisp winter air into moon glow. The council had been thriving for some time now and the endless days were starting to wear thin on the still young mayor. He watched as his Joseph, his Minister of Defense left his duty to the council. Taking a few good members with him just days before. It was like a dagger in his chest to see them go.
Yet it was still time, he would be leaving Moonglow for a week for a short stay in Nu’Jelm and Samon would be in full control of the Militia. He had perfect faith in his general and quickly prepared for an early departure from the Moonglow Docks. Posting a message of his board and biding the council good bye he set out for the docks It was time for his much deserved break.
As he left the isle he heard it louder and louder, as clear as if it was standing next to him, egging him on, attempting to push him to the brink that spawn had reached. Good Afternoon Fong!.....Tear them to Peices! The voice grew louder and louder in Fongs head, until suddenly it stopped, complete Silence and Fong drew a breath of releif hoping to the gods the voice would not return.


(out of town 1 week seeyas)
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It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people's minds. - Samuel Adams