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Post by NPC on Mar 21, 2014 22:43:36 GMT -5
Have You Ever Imagined A Time Before?
A grumbling voice would slowly ache from vocals, telling stories of the old days. The charcoal colours that used to be brilliance in the old days Dull, lifeless eyes that used to glimmer like the sun. Delicate steps surrounded by aged, meaningless steps. It would be the voice, full of life from a decomposing old creature, that seemed to speak of brilliance that used to be.
Each Of You Have A Lore. Each Land Has A Story. Each Pack A Meaning.
Question is...
Do You Dare To Know The History?
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Post by NPC on Mar 22, 2014 16:19:40 GMT -5
To delay any more questions, most would usually wander one way or another. Their eyes telling a tale, both of want and excitement.
To be honest, Most lore was not wanted. Not even by the ears of the old.
To comply with his own history, a storyteller would be cautious. To anger any ears, that's something Lore should never do.
Story time is a time to be heard. To listen. To understand.
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Post by NPC on Mar 22, 2014 17:58:29 GMT -5
Just because we couldn't see it.. Didn't mean it wasn't there.
Lore was like the air. Invisible to the eye, but you could still breathe it, feel it, hear and see.
The tree's spoke of the lore as the water rippled with memories. Even the Alphas could know of them if they only opened their ears.
If any creature, even the most noble, could see what the skies could see, everything would be complete.
It were the fools that felt like they owned things, things that not even the simplest of minds could own.
It would be the whispers of the wind welcoming you, urging you to find the Loremaster to learn the truths of the land.
Do you have what it takes to understand how the land suffers because of your ancestors deeds?
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