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Jonal Turamarth 78/78 56/56
Birg...Birg was where this all began. He had traveled there by ship, unwillingly, to the port of Farag and found the temple that was dedicated to the foolish god who was called the Dreamweaver.
At that temple, he had met with those that would be consigned to travel towards an unknown end, being forced to do the job of this deity...yet only one would make it back...and Jonal always knew that it would be him. He did not even need to be a god to know that.
Working his way through town, he finally came to the dusty road that lead into the deep forest which concealed the temple of this god from sight. Making his way down the path, he finally came to those familar doors with the archway that read : "Azkamad ul musura Canganad."
He did not immediately see anyone outside that belonged to the clergy here, so he proceeded to open one of the large wooden doors and step inside...
"Honey...I'm home!"
He remembered that this whole thing was about a mission, and even though the mission never even got underway the way it should have...he would still have to be prepared to answer questions as to the fate of the mission as well as the fate of those that died by his blade, and those that did not. He only had to keep up this ruse until which time he decided he had had enough, and had a clear shot at getting his memories back. Then this place would burn.
And even that Dreamweaver would not stop him...
[ 03-19-2006, 10:58 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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