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Post by Ress on Mar 15, 2008 3:32:38 GMT -5
Ascending air, 9
* It was a hot day in Greyfalls, but thankfully cooler than the month before. The people of this Realm tributary mulled about in their daily fashion, not knowing today would be a day of utter horror for the pious immaculate city. While the sun hung high in the sky, the glimmering golden image of a beautiful northern man appeared in the sky, his voice could be heard as clearly as if he were standing only a few feet from everyone in the city. Terror shot through the citizen of Greyfalls, causing most to drop to their knees and hold their ears, not wanting to hear the blasphemous words of departure and "golden age". After a full fifteen minutes which seemed like weeks, the people were stunned... still shaking from the ordeal they had just witnessed... things were silent, until a brave man yelled out " Send a ship to The Blessed Isle! The Dragons must be informed of this Heretic or Ananthema! They will know what to do!" * the rest of the crowd cheered and ran to the shipyard, where they saw to that this would happen*
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