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Solo	Oct 5 2005, 02:16 AM
Interloper Posts: 1,019 Group: AWOL Member #6 Joined: September 11, 2004	Prologue: Wanderer’s Tale Many were the years I spent wandering in the northern lands, a deserted, barren shadow of its former glory. Long ago in ancient history, it was the base of a powerful demon kingdom, one that tore itself apart in ferocious civil war. Now, nothing remains except dead land, abandoned by the demons, avoided by man. Ever since I joined the Brotherhood of Tyasuh Py’ha to protect the boarders of my country, I have felt a strange calling to the north, some vague force beckoning to me, drawing me into the Ryedt Plains. I applied for a transfer from my post in the south, and spent a decade traveling the many leagues between the Gelidas Mountains on the northern boundaries of the Plains, to the Starmirror Lake in on the southern boarder, from the Morior Forest in the west to the edges of demon territory in the east. Every time I turned my back on the cursed, ruined land, I felt something call out to me, back to the crumbling cities built my demon hands, back to the poisoned woods and dead lakes scattered about the domain. As I neared my eleventh year in the Ryedt Plains, I happened upon one of the devastate cities of the Old Empire. I made my way to one of the few buildings with roof intact, and set up camp in one of the interior rooms. Why I chose to sleep in that place I do not know; there were safer, sturdier buildings to be found elsewhere. However, I felt a certain attraction to the place. Something told me it would be beneficial to me if I slept there. I do not know how long I slept, but the sky was still dark when I awoke. Voices outside my door whispered and hissed. My guard ward was emitting a steady flow of heat, a sign that dark forces were near. Choosing to forgo the safety of my defenses, I crept nearer to the door, the better to eavesdrop on the other side. The language I could not understand, though it was evil and wicked, full of malice and cruelty. As I listened, the door shook and shattered as one of the Others charged in. Man high, it was an incoherent shape of black energy. I quickly drew my pistol from its holster, and planted several sure shots in its center. The shape moaned as if it were in pain, before vanishing. No longer safe, I cleared my room and moved onto the next, in a hurry to secure my surroundings and move out. Immediately opposite my room, I came face to face with an enormous rift in the wall; how I could have missed it, I cannot guess. I felt evil, corruption, and danger in there, yet there was something more. I had to find out what it was that attracted me so; if I left this mystery behind me, I could never forgive myself. I packed up the few possessions that I had with me and readied myself for whatever I might come across in the shadows. Picking up my rifle, I aimed the barrel at the heart of the rift, and cautiously made my way over. And like a fool, I went in.


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