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For Reaper
Long have eyes scanned the starry heavens in search of answers and eyes diverse and many have assigned various groupings to the stars they perceived. Poets and dreamers have long preferred the bright and beautiful bodies that shine silver against the deep black of the peak of the dome of the sky. Other eyes, more practical perhaps, or perhaps simply eyes with nothing of the romantic about their vision scan the murky clouds that linger near the horizon, clouds whose movement both discloses and obscures the secret places of the sky. On this night there is a parting of the clouds to the Northeast, a parting that discloses the fiery crescent of the moon. There is a reddish cast about the moon this night and the ends of its crescent, like the sweeping of a scythe, stretch outward as if straining beyond the mountains. There is something familiar about those mountains to any aware of the events of days long past and nearly forgotten for through their broken and rutted trails champions came in misguided enthusiasm only to be broken and humiliated by the One that Mods. There is a building beyond those mountains, a hall that was once a place where men of honor banded together in the fellowship of an order, a place that like the broken tower at the center of these lands stands now silent and desolate.
ooc: I trust this will do the trick.
[ 03-17-2004, 01:22 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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