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[Merci d'Rue]

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We come upon a winters scene, with devout believer, faithful of heart, loyal to a fault on bended knees. Before the stone she kneels, her icy gown clinging translucently to her white skin. Her head bowed her blue hair falling atop her breasts. At her side rests a weapon. Upon it intricately engraved of glowing blue runic the words "The Creator". This is Merci, Guardian Oracle, Mother of wolves, and Lorekeeper of her clan. As was Grarine before her. This is her tale that mingles with the tales of many.

Ink blots upon the page make up the words:

A circle unbroken, completes itself without my help.
With time, change must come to us all, and we must bend to its call.
So here I am tied but you are free, to fight, to live, to laugh.

My legacy unto you forever lives on.
My blood and tears mix upon the page of destiny.
A world for them, for the warriors, for the New Chosen.

This will be our masterpiece our gift unto those who believe.
A Codex unto them shall be written.
A Warriors call unto the world.

All shall know the Warriors Song.
Listen and you shall hear it in the sound of steel upon a battlefield.
Free yourself and you will feel its hum of vibration in every blade.

Give of yourself to all and there the blood flows..
The heart beats...
The eyes open..

That is where the battle begins.

So the scene changes, and she is ensconced in a room full of ice, with candles softly aglow. Near her is a King of Wolves, hard as steel but moving with the ages, and a leather bound book lays between them. Ink now splattered upon their clothing as the writing begins.. Behind these two, three spirits stand. The Warrior, the Thief and the Mage. This shall be the next phase. This shall be the transformation of Outcast now Chosen.
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May destiny guide you...