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Oh, Hero! I do not know what will become of us! My home, look at my home! Wretched, wasted, torn by violent elemental clashing. The purity of the ai I love, sullied, as dark as the void in my heart when I think of what Desoloth has done to my home!
Talk
I should be braver. I come from a long line of Priests. My greatmother was a High Priest of Air many centuries ago. But I am afraid. My Master, As'iiur, has been acting so frightened… when he thinks no one sees. But an Acolyte must know MORE thank what he is told if he wants to rise through the ranks. |
