The World Diplomatic Temple

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This story starts on the day of King Perea's death. I had help fight in the battle, and was putting out fires, fueled only by adrenaline. Exept Adrenaline does not last forever. As I put out the last fire on top the old oren trading co building, I suddenly felt very tired. I tripped into the fire,

burning myself horribly. Lying there, on the side of the fire, it seemed as if The fire was speaking to me. Now, It may have been the fact that I was near death or a Daemon, but its message made me beleve it was the former. It said "Rob, Son of a miller, You must create a great temple. At this temple, you shall bring together diplomats of every race and religon to help bring about peace.Your burns shall last as a symbol and a seal of your misson to bring peace. Now rise, there is much work to be done."Suddenly, my pain stopped, but my body still felt feeble. My skin was still charred as black as charcoal, and I could not lift my sword. This is how I set out to build this temple.

Time passes, and I become a pastor and build the temple. These are some sketches An artist made of the temple.

I still need diplomats from all races. Dipolmats will get a home built in their race's building style.

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