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Once upon an age, far before the time of a certain guild-based kingdom, I stood alone as a pillar of trust upon which the people lay their troubles and whims. A force to be reckoned with in lands around, I alone stood as a power that would assure that my people would never be taken from me. My people were constantly protected beneath my wing, a testament to the land's prosperity.

That which ails us all was my Achilles' heel- the spur in my heart, the cause of my foolish thirst for power, and the ultimate means of my undoing. Whereas once my own arrogance and folly spelled the end of my most desired treasure, the immeasurable wisdom I gained over these many, many years may yet allow me to atone.

And as fate, the fickle mistress that she is, has dealt me this new hand and a chance at redemption, I dare not spit in her face. Perhaps I can atone, after all.

Excitate vos e somno, liberi mei
Cunae sunt non
Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali
Somnus est non...

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Morph Synra

Report | 12/16/2008 10:19 pm

Morph Synra

Cold...so cold.

Wh-what...what is this premonition that tells me that danger is near...? My very spirit is screaming, fearful, and yet, I know not the reason...

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