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Cear Dallben ZOG · Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:06 am Post subject: The world around me is changing

These are most uncertain times for the Meer....

In an instant I had a nightmare … a great war with the Juka and my people.

Our forest was burned to the ground, many of our brothers and sisters died.

I had a vision of a forest on the other side of the mountain. Many of our heirlooms were lost.

I fear they may be lost forever.
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NightShade · Lore Master Joined: 11 Nov 2005 Posts: 1152

She had fallen asleep, perhaps she had dranken to much.

The sun was slowly rising above the hills.

Above her rose a gigantic statue. Large, red, demonic and foreboding.

She smiled to herself and stood up shaking the dust from her skirts.

Good morning Malphas..

She twisted the gold ring still fixed upon her finger..
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Cear Dallben ZOG · Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:17 am Post subject:

Cear wasn't tired he was bored. He wandered around, until he found the oldest form of Blackrock he's known. In the same building...He walked mindlessly up the stairs. He knows not how long he stared at the rock before he left. He came to rest at a pedestal. On it was a book, a book of runes. He took a breath and a sigh.
Kal Ort Por!
He stood before Anskitas.
Wandering in he peeled back the pages of the first book to catch his eye. It read like this:

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NightShade · Lore Master Joined: 11 Nov 2005 Posts: 1152

Her red cape flowed smoothly around her as she stood atop the Vault. The building seemed alive today with energy. Ever since the Nexus had arrived nearby. Strange crackling noises could be picked up by her sensitive hearing, and the world seemed to hum with electricity.

Red and soft it shielded one who needed no shield from the wind. Brazenly she stood as one did long ago. Her eyes on the horizon she searched it and found nothing.

Engraved within her cape, was a name.

Myrddin had given it to her as a gift , the name Minax clearly marked upon it.

That beautiful woman who had first caught Mondain's eye..

Lived on in Nightshade's Mind..

Or maybe she lived on in more then just History books. Only time would tell.

She pulled the leatherbound book from her pack, that which she carried with her always and flipped thru the pages. It was called:

The Follower's Method

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