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CorpusPopulation: Unknown, few have returned to say.... Location: Beyond the Great Western desert Caretaker: Haydon Known Information: Legends are brought far from the west of a land that was once home for many races, a secluded region free from the scourge of war, a home won after a long battle with nature, a home that seemed secure. A home that houses an ancient terror. Recent rumours speak of enslavement, of evil and fear, of oppression and terror. They speak of a mysterious figure and of the need for allies. They speak of an ancient rhyme, written long ago....  Let it be told, let it be told Of fire and wrath, of earth and gloom Of air and joy, of water and doom Fiery rage, bilious is he Fury provoking the worst in thee Earthly gloom, melahcholic is he Despair that raises inaction in thee Breezy joy, sanguine is she Delight brings out the best in thee Watery calm, phlegmatic is she Acceptance invoking the good in thee Goodness of joy Matches evil of wrath Kind acceptance of doom Matches inaction of gloom But! Speak not of the one, the one who is all For release of the one will bring death as foretold.... |
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