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Post by Ress on Apr 4, 2008 4:20:33 GMT -5
Resplendent air, 2
*Standing at the bow of the tributaries "fastest" ship, the red haired, almond eyed immaculate follower looked out to the horizon, his body tense as the sea sprayed salty water and foam upon him, though he cared little for it. His eyes strained against the brightness of the sun... hoping to see the Blessed isle... they needed to know about what had happened... this could only be the work of Anathema.. the glowing man in the sky... words of "First Age"... migration? preposterous! This was demon-speak. In his left hand was a folded up peice of paper... if anything was to reach House Nellens, it was this. His heart lept when his eyes caught glimpse of the one place he thought he would never see in his lifetime... the imperial mountain.. the crowning glory of the blessed isle. Any doubt he might have had was washed away by the sea and the glory of Danaa'd...* The Dragon-blooded will know what to do... and will send aid..... they wont let us live in fear any longer against this demon... Ress
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