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A Fictional Writing...

A man going on a journey called his servants and entrusted property to them. To one he gave five Mirenium Ingots of money, to another he gave two ingots and to the third he gave one ingot, each according to his ability. Then he went on his journey. The man who had five ingots immediately put them to work and gained five more. So also, the man with two ingots gained two more. But the man who had recieved one ingot went off, dug a hole, and hid his master's money. After a long time, the master of those servants returned, and had settled accounts with them. The man who had recieved the five ingots brought the other five.

"Master, you have entrusted me with five ingots, see that I have gained five more."

His master replied, "Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things! Come and share your master's happiness!"

The man with the two ingots also came.

"Master," he said "you entrusted me with two ingots, see that I have gained two more."

His master replied, "Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things! Come and share your master's happiness!"

Then the man who had received the one ingots came.

"Master," he said " I knew that you were a hard man, harvesting where you have not sown, and gathering where you have not scattered seed. So I was afraid and went out and hid your ingot in the ground. See, here is what belongs to you."

His master replied "You wicked lazy servant! So you knew that I harvest where I have not sown, and gathered where I have not scattered seed? Well then, you should have put my money in deposit with the bankers, so that when I returned I would have gained interest."

The master went to his guards, "Take the ingot from him and give it to the one that has ten! For everyone who has will be given more, and he shall make an abundance. Whoever does not have, what he owns shall be taken from him. And throw that worthless servant outside and into the darkness, where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth!"
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A retelling of a tale... do not fear to put your money to use. He who fears for losing it as the third servant will end up like him. Have faith that your money will multiply, and it shall be.

~Miraci Ruhn~



((some of you might know this, I didnt make it first, but I revised it))

A halfling wanders through the areas of Greenbriar, thinking to himself as he goes. He hums a few notes, then pauses, then continues humming. He carries a bundle of wheat on his back as he heads for the mill. As he comes into town, a friend waves to him and smiles.
It was a young halfling with black curley hair, and was wearing a brown shirt with black trousers. He stepped off of the front stoop of the shop he had just exited to go meet with his friend.
"You promised, promised, promised to take me to see it today!," he said as he smiled.
"See what?," The other replied.
"You forgot already? Uncle Berilak, how could you forget something like this?"
"Just tell me what it was that I am "amazingly" forgetting," Berilack said as he smiled at his nephew.
"Mes, you're going to show me Mes!"

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~Miraci Ruhn~

Berilak smiled and nodded slowly, then began to put his bundle down.
"If we don't do it now then it might never be done!", he said as he went inside a building.
The young, curly-haired halfling waited for his uncle's return. Berilak came back out of the building carrying an amazing stick. Or was it a stick? It wasn't, it was a magical staff! The younglings eyes went wide in amazement.
The staff's head was a crooked grey stone fixture that was flattish. It had an extremely smooth, yet a bit bent, rod that the head was fixated upon.
"May I touch it?", asked Berilak's nephew.
"Of course, Lithic," Berilak replied, slowly handing over the ornate staff "But dont be rough with it or you will suffer the consiquences."
Berilack was giving Lithic a firm look.
"I'll be gentle", said Lithic as he took the staff.
As he held the heavy marvel in his hands, he could already begin to feel something different about him that made him feel proper for a moment. He felt just a bit refreshed, maybe strengthened. The feeling also gave him a little bit of a lightheaded feeling. He could only help but smile.
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~Miraci Ruhn~