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Upon the cold dwarven bays, Arayon stands, staring into the waving seas.

"Descendants, we shall forever be an interesting creation."

He grumbles over the roaring waves, as the rain beats down upon the area.

Arayon would hop onto a nearby boat, untying a small rope holding the boat the shore.

"The void, a realm of escape for descendants. The void, a tool that can be wielded for true power."

His eyes start to rapidly dart about, until he picks up the bracer upon his wrist, throwing it into the deck behind him. The bracer would cling upon the ground, until the gems upon it flash rapidly, in a bright motion for the last time for a while.

"This plane has abandoned us."

"The void has abandoned me."

He then quickly goes to push the boat off shore, the waves continue to roar as the boat is pushed away.

Pushed from Athera.

Pushed from the home of the descendants.

"Time is a created thing."

"And I shall spend it properly."

The boat slowly leaves Athera, going off into the horizon.

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"It's only an Elven month, though," a man knowing of Arayon's state would say.

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Serelia, on her travels, sees the bracer on the floor, picks it up, puts it on, and walks away.

 

((its mine now <3))

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Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

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