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The sun shone brightly among the fields of Adunia and sparse clouds soared high above the green, rolling hills of their new land. As the Adunian people went on about their daily routines, the wind blew softly. Over past the lands of Adunia, a faint sound began to arouse in the distance. It seemed, to the ears of the Adunians, a faint tumbling sound, as if a large gathering of beasts was occurring not too far in the distance. As they all looked out towards the direction of the sound, a lone man could be seen standing up top upon the towering, green mountain in front of them.

 

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Wilhelm Keizer looked down with a determined face upon the valley in which the Adunians had settled. As he looked upon it, he could make out the dark specks, scattered here and there, of the Adunian people. He gazed upon the buildings being constructed and the people working on their daily tasks and then as they began to look up in his direction.

 

He pivoted on his feet and turned to face the other side of the hill he was perched upon. His eyes gazed upon a numerous amount of people, all of similar look. Hans, his brother slowly made his way up to his right side to gaze out over the hill onto the valley and the people living inside and then spoke, “Brother we have made our way. Our journey is over.”

 

Wilhelm changed his gaze over towards Hans who was now facing him. He spoke in a soft voice “Yes, finally we have returned to the people of our ancestors.”

 

Once more Wilhelm moved to face the people standing impatiently before speaking aloud to them “My people. We have found the ones that our ancestors were once part of. For a long time we have journeyed to find them. And now our journey is over. Come, let us descend upon them, so that we may once more be with them.”


Wilhelm then began to make his way down the mountain and the people that were on the hill behind him began to follow him down. The Adunians watched as the nomadic seeming people made their way down the mountain, curious as to what these people might be.

 

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Thankarat scratches a layer of dirt off of his nose, snorting casually, "Gods, Our ancestors surely couldn't ha' picked a more ill-suited place ta' settle. Adunian women have the widest waists. Ya' can slap a tower shield on it and call it a skirt." On that note, he lumbers off to piss away last nights ale.

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