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:: '''''“Eranon, my champion”''''' she calls softly, her voice full of warmth and safety. <br> '''''"You and your companions walk with my grace, but there is another who shivers in the cold, waiting for the light"''''' <br> '''''"You must seek out and reunite the woman beloved of your dark-skinned companion, who also walks my paths, though he does not know it."''''' | :: '''''“Eranon, my champion”''''' she calls softly, her voice full of warmth and safety. <br> '''''"You and your companions walk with my grace, but there is another who shivers in the cold, waiting for the light"''''' <br> '''''"You must seek out and reunite the woman beloved of your dark-skinned companion, who also walks my paths, though he does not know it."''''' | ||
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While the sweet voices of love and sorrow whisper an ancient elven tune so somber and sad men have yet to learn the words of such melancoly... A MAN... Elf-Kind. Stands stark, watching you... Listening to the rapture of the speaking lady. His presense turns your stomach at the same time humbling you. You know this wilder-man... he is a seer... Galeck, Craigth Galeck. And he listens quietly in repose... as the whisper continues. <br> <br> | While the sweet voices of love and sorrow whisper an ancient elven tune so somber and sad men have yet to learn the words of such melancoly... A MAN... Elf-Kind. Stands stark, watching you... Listening to the rapture of the speaking lady. His presense turns your stomach at the same time humbling you. You know this wilder-man... he is a seer... Galeck, Craigth Galeck. And he listens quietly in repose... as the whisper continues. <br> <br> | ||
:: '''''"He will save her, and she him, and together they walk with me, while apart their roads are uncertain"''''' <br> '''''"Show compassion and love, walk in my paths, and go with my blessings"''''' <br> '''''"Peace be with you Eranon, my child, and may your steps never falter."''''' <br> You feel a warm lingering feeling of safety as the Great Lady departs, leaving you peaceful and once again beneath the Elder Tree as the plooms snowfall. | :: '''''"He will save her, and she him, and together they walk with me, while apart their roads are uncertain"''''' <br> '''''"Show compassion and love, walk in my paths, and go with my blessings"''''' <br> '''''"Peace be with you Eranon, my child, and may your steps never falter."''''' <br> You feel a warm lingering feeling of safety as the Great Lady departs, leaving you peaceful and once again beneath the Elder Tree as the plooms snowfall. | ||
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Yet with a last glance the elf - Lord Galeck... insane, even in this place of your mind stretches to extend his hand, formerly crossed in front of his shoulder hunched stance between the trees. Following his finger to an area beneath the Elder Tree, you see what he fears... what you fear... Avatar eyes lay at the ground. <br> On the wind the Cult of the Witch laments a tune of forgiveness and at the same time hate for those corrupted. The tree of life does what it cannot do, it begins to rot. Every whispering tree in Erethor screaming. As giant, rotting roots of the Elder Tree tears the Temple of Truth in two. | Yet with a last glance the elf - Lord Galeck... insane, even in this place of your mind stretches to extend his hand, formerly crossed in front of his shoulder hunched stance between the trees. Following his finger to an area beneath the Elder Tree, you see what he fears... what you fear... Avatar eyes lay at the ground. <br> On the wind the Cult of the Witch laments a tune of forgiveness and at the same time hate for those corrupted. The tree of life does what it cannot do, it begins to rot. Every whispering tree in Erethor screaming. As giant, rotting roots of the Elder Tree tears the Temple of Truth in two. | ||
:: '''''"...shivering in the cold, waiting for the light..."''''' | :: '''''"...shivering in the cold, waiting for the light..."''''' | ||
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