Smithers 388 Share Posted November 18, 2014 It was a time ago that the White Lion rose and fell with the cycles of day and night, and the land was favored, illumined by the radiance gifted so kindly by the Eastern Star. So rose and fell the Butterfly, the Scientist, the Architect and all the rest, their labors contributing to its light. There came a time that the laborers of the star saw fit to combine the knowledge of their brethren with their own, and all united under one brilliant title. Time passed. The laborers lapsed into stagnation with their role, and their brethren rejected them. The laborers, outcast, set in the West and cast their light elsewhere. But the star never truly sets. The White Lion, scholar, golemancer, the Weeping Swordsman and erstwhile triumvir of blessed Haelun'or, steps through the veil and once more towards the eastern star, arm-in-arm with the Butterfly and the rest, with but a murmur. A whisper on the wind: Iyathante ito Haelun'or. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Supremacy 3361 Share Posted November 18, 2014 Another whisper is heard "kaean'leh evareh" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Glyc 234 Share Posted December 31, 2014 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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