Matthias grinned. "MY MOTHER MAY NOT'VE LIKED ME, BUT YOURS SURE SEEMED TO!"
1.03.2008
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There is no light here.
Matthias grinned. "MY MOTHER MAY NOT'VE LIKED ME, BUT YOURS SURE SEEMED TO!"
The people pray to the Seven moons to be delivered from oppression. They pray for their Gods to strike down the Evil King or Queen, so that they may be free.
The darklands have boundaries that have never been reached. They say, that the end of the world is a crumbling abyss, slowly sucking in the land, nearer and nearer to where civilized people reside. Many have gone to see this true; none have ever returned.
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