Chapter 33(40th of Vashi in the year 6199)

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Even those of darkness can prove to show compassion

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Even those of darkness can prove to show compassion.

Elven Proverb

Nary a soul dared venture out upon the streets of Roatsburg as silence blanketed the evening

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Nary a soul dared venture out upon the streets of Roatsburg as silence blanketed the evening. Gossip now hundreds of years old, passed down since the fall of the Hitithe Empire, strangled the atmosphere like a snake coiling about its prey. Most feared the darkness, all thanks to tales about the ruler of this land who had cheated death with nightly quests for blood.

But despite those legends, one dared to proceed into the night. One who did not need to fear the scandalous claims because he knew the truth.

The night soothed his soul. Even as the Eye of Earoni looked down from the heavens and cast it's light, he was awash in peace. Shrouded in a dark cloak, hood drawn up to hide his face, he gazed skyward with eyes that shimmered red in the darkness. Blond hair protruded from around the collar like tainted golden flows.

Among the ruins of what had been a once magnificent cathedral, Lord Hedric lamented its current state of devastation. It had once been a place of worship for the priests and priestesses of the Greater Goddess, but was now nothing more than a testament to a legacy he had never wanted.

His hand rested upon a fragment of jagged rock from what had once been the outer wall. Worn and discolored with the passage of time, he remembered the stone as once being marble of the purest white. He could remember those days as if they were yesterday and not centuries ago.

Lord Hedric strolled through the rubble now as he had many times; an outcast. He could not explain to himself why he kept coming back here. For him there was a lot of pain remaining to this day within these fallen walls.

Pausing before a shattered statue, no longer recognizable as an image of Earoni, he stared at the broken arms of the headless form that reached out to him, as if still welcoming him...

Pausing before a shattered statue, no longer recognizable as an image of Earoni, he stared at the broken arms of the headless form that reached out to him, as if still welcoming him

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