Brendon Grey
"Th..thank you, kind sir. I do not have much time, as I believe my party down below will leave me behind on thier journey...and I feel I must be a part of it...to whatever ends it may lead me. I will have to run to catch up as it is...but it was I that beaconed your attention, so I shall fulfill my part. The truth is, and I hope it is more easily understood by you than it is currently with me...I was ...led here by a force not of my understanding. To be clear, I shall recount in my best ability what I can recall.
I was created in the NWN forum...it is a world away from here...where different rules apply. Nothing much to be said about it. I was taken back one day by a urge to read material written by the membership of these forums in the role-playing forum...this one...and so I journeyed into this forum to study some works made by those brilliant minds that inhabit this world. What I found was extraordinary! Yet as much as I enjoyed reading this stuff...it was not fulfilling my urge to learn what I had been sent to learn. I felt a pull towards a particular story. One of a man called Larry Silverfall. He was once a good citizen until the tragic death of a beloved. Alas, he turned bitter and his heart grew cold towards all. I was totally entrapped within this tale, as I learned how whole armies fought against him and fell to his new powers of Moderatorship. This Larry was a demi-god that played with Shadow Magic, for what purpose he chose, I know not...but then a Hunger was released into the bowles of the earth by an enemy of his, using said Hunger to fight against the mad man. In the end, the Mage in the tower fell, and that was the end of his dark tyranny and corruption. I realized however, that the story had not been completed...that the Hunger yet lurked. I felt a need to come be a part of the destruction of this Hunger, before it does more damage. Also...there is something else. A voice in my dreams is telling me how to do it. The voice is a whisper...a faint whisper...and does not always beackon my attention...but some nights it does. It is not an audible voice...it is felt more that heard. The voice tells me that the Hunger is preventing restoration and needing to be destroyed. Sometimes I see lands that I know my feet have never before stood upon, yet I can see the land as clear as day! I know that it is the land in which we soon travel. It is a land of strange grasses and small shrubs...and in the dark distance, ruins of a building can be seen...yet nobody has ever investigated them. There is a wolf that howls into the night very near this strange land. She does not fear the Hunger, but the voice thinks that is foolishness.
Sir, I tell you all of this because I feel very much alone, despite newfound friends and I had hopes that you had appeared purposely to guide our footpaths. Alas, my friends have seemed a bit eager to rush to their deaths, and do not post talk much, so I am here alone, asking you for advice about fighting against an evil that ruins our world. If you have any wisdom to share with me, I would be most grateful."
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