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If you don't there are ways
To make you suffer and make you pay
When the monsters come you cannot slay."
~Children's rhyme





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"I am sorry, my friend. I didn't realize that it meant so much to him." Wellan...&lt;br/&gt;
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What he whispers will seem like it's true.
Though you think he is the danger you fear
The true danger isn't that near."


~A Parable


"This is the rotter that the...&lt;br/&gt;
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He hungered, but he couldn't feed. The Voice wouldn't release him to...&lt;br/&gt;
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Renier is a port city that stands as a glorious gem on the edge of the kingdom. The people are justly ruled by their beloved Duke with the assistance of a benevolent wizard and a...&lt;br/&gt;
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