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A Flameblood’s Journey

 

13th of the First Seed, Year 69 of the Seconds Age.

 

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The Lighthouse of Tagar had been empty for some time. Footsteps could be heard as a masked dwarf entered it, he had returned to grab ahold the last of his bags, looking about making sure it was organized. He would began walking towards the ram, placing the bag on the ram, making it tight against the ram. Giving it a little nudge as he moved the bag in place. It would have a secure hold on the back of the ram. He would make sure he had everything that was needed for the journey. Moving around his house looking about the dustiness and the cobwebs beginning to form after not being there for so long. He then moved his way up towards the top of the lighthouse, turning his view, he looked out towards the sea then around the surrounding area, getting a good view of it. The man would hen scribble down a note, leaving a message for anyone who was to go up there. With that he would embark along his journey.

 

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