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A worthy rewrite of the original lore. You have my support.

The Mournful Corrupt, Vol. I A bright, bellowing fire crackled within reticent silence. Few, frail figures presented themselves around the radiant gleam of orange gradient — desperate shadows cast by the flames danced and became distorted upon the lush landscape as daylight began to dim over the immense mountains that engulfed the gathering. As light faded, an array of vibrant colours painted the sky — each stroke revealing a soft, translucent pattern in a multitude of hues. Hurried footsteps ushered forth unusual audio throughout the overgrown scene, cluttered hum beside the evermore present source of light and warmth. A mourning Mali’aheral found herself lost, in a grand forest of vast landscapes — an array of delicate shades casting broad shadows of the monstrous timber that surrounded her petite figure. As crystal tears formed upon sorrowful, heartrending visage of once innocent mind, the setting grew louder and louder, louder once again. The colossal trees battered in the harsh gusts of wind that crashed unto them; near-frozen waves harsher and more violent, deteriorating constructions of nature; and all creatures surrounding the evermore chaotic environment startled by the sudden emotion that echoed. “Guide me.” An obscured countenance led unresponsive, lethargic motions around the woodland for a moment. Alas, the grieving Woman ultimately succumbed to the paralyzing conditions of fatigue and desperate plea. A small cardinal, of auburn gradient land beside her, chirping disorderly in hopeless aid to the fallen — the remaining creatures circled the air above, growing louder in the absence of cantillate utterance. As they became more aggravated, similar emotions corrupted the Woman. “I am lost.” A skeletal figure awakened from restless slumber, cadaverous countenance contorted in the howling wind that whistled against the acrid ambient, silence bestowed in the horrid scene — crippled only be the victim’s fading lamentation. The Woman wailed and wept for him, a once-powerful dream of love and prowess crushed in the maze that had settled in her own mind. There was no consolation, nor solace that allowed her resolution and her heart ached in melancholy and torment. The tale of the Woman halted in frantic admiration of the desperate translucent beams of dim glow that reigned above her, narcoleptic saunter in the stinging vocalization that erupted from the aching, vengeful Woman. Her mouth became narrowed in few more muttered pleads, crepuscular figure in anguished path forth — unresponsive motions furthermore propelling slumberous traipse. Anew, announced chants became belligerent from undisclosed, unmoving and deteriorated shadow of darkened gradients, albeit the lips from where shrill speech continued to ooze. “After all, I am now free.”

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Very well-written, and a great lore-piece overall.

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This is a great idea! Let me download Fraps again...

Yeehaw! Good to have you back, friend.