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FOR THE WARRIORS THAT MIGHT LIVE FOREVER

FOR THE WARRIORS THAT MIGHT LIVE FOREVER

FOR THE KNIGHTS THAT MIGHT LIVE FOREVER   To all the brave and bold of this physical land of the Second Age. A great prince comes about your midst, one decorated with gold, old gems at his fingers and in the most wondrous of silks that any man might die for - promising eternal strength for those pious few that might serve him.    This is the Prince of Rh’thor - possessing an eternity of wisdom, and a heart of sanctity. He is one who comes from the edge of the world where the
ONE haggard crone of the reaches EAST-MEETS-WEST, for whom the yugas have spared not of their unjust blight, assumes pleat after pleat, and fold unto fold in the fleshy strait 'twixt her brows, bemoaning the prospect of written word, having yielded the feat of liturgic reading and writing altogether, 'till a single gaggle of discernible semantics drifts unto the waxing viridescence of her purview: RH'THOR, the bounties for which her exodus harkened to. RETORTING, hereby, she oft beseeched a
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