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[Leshok Majere]

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*post by morus mcstravick on stormhaven forum copied here*
The night air was cool, the wind was high and Leshok lay asleep caught in dreams of the future of Stormhaven. As he lay there his thoughts began to drift uncontrollable as if being force to days gone by, images of the Stormhaven of the past flashed through his mind, the last image disturbed him so much he sat straight up. That final image was of Morus upon his death bed face pale and filled with anguish his once long following red hair turned grey. As he wiped the vision form his eyes a mist began to form in front of him. At first it had not discernable shape but as it began to form more fully it began to take shape, and there before him in a matter of moments stood a figure he new well. “Morus? No it can’t be.” With a smile the ghost began, “Leshok my old friend I have come to you first. You shall show Stormhaven the way this I do not doubt you my friend have always been uncompromising you have always held true to yourself and your believes and that is why you were meant to do what you are doing now.” The figure before Leshok began to fade slightly and its face turned to one of anguish. “I am being pulled away my friend. I bid you find me, find me and I shall follow you to the end.” And as quickly as it had begun Morus was gone.
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After all these years, I'm still putting up with Kuja and Vaen? whats wrong with me?

"Fri Jan 14 20:07:01 2005 [08:45:38] Kuja: ghaahahahahahha...ha..h.a..... NOTHING TO FREAKING DO IN GAME GAH"

Some things never change even after 4 years...