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The Old, The Fallen

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*You see a poster stuck up on the message board*

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*A note is written underneath in a blood red ink*

The Fallen shall Rise unto the Fires of Old.
Old Brothers return, the Old Fires rise.
Unto thy come, burning ablaze.
The Fallen shall Rise unto the Fires of Old.

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Faldo glares at the menacing message as a thought comes to his mind. He can use this to encase pipeweed in, and burn it. So Faldo tears the poster down and sets fire to it with his 'fires of old' and smokes rather magnificent smoke rings which his fellows congratulate him on as they go about their daily evening lives.

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Mungo smiles at Faldo, casually strolling along in a breezy coat, taking long inhales of pipeweed, and looking to the faint scraps of paper, burnt, still floating in the air.

"'Lo. But 'ot is t'at? Fire e'vul?!"

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Richard chuckles as he smells a mix of burning pipeweed and poster...

 

"Smells like Faldo's uspe' 'bout somethin', an' he's smokin' it...."

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