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*Yawn*
Mar 29, 2013 14:23:28 GMT -5
Post by Taylor on Mar 29, 2013 14:23:28 GMT -5
*a very old man slowly opens his eyes...
As the dust of ages falls from hi frail form he looks around at what was once his home and only sees ruin and emptiness. He looks to the grove wehre the memory garden he tended for years is now grown over with weeds and vines. Yet among the weeds and vines he sees creatures of the wilds that appear to be tending an area in the cneter of the grove, what is it they are protecting he wonders... He slowly raises to a sitting position for a better view and to his amazement the Guild Stone and Roses that he had so caringly placed in the center look the same as the day he fell into his deep slumber.*
I miss the days of old where life was simple and the only cares we had were which murderers we would hunt down or who we would torture.
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