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[Celesti Veneanar]

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As Celesti sat alone at Poets garden she realized that the ways of old were lost forever. No one was in need of the services of Morr, and that the templars were not comming. She thought to herself that perhaps the temple she had built was not great enough for the god she served and this was to be her punishment.

As she finished her fourth bottle of wine she slammed her head on the table and sighed. She sat there praying silently to Morr, asking to for forgiveness for whatever it was that she had done wrong.

Perhaps it was the wine talking, Celesti had never been a drinker of any sort before. She ignored the playful kender, and the scribing mage under a hood as she continued to pray her prayers of forgiveness until she passed out.