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A strange parchment is hung in all towns and settlements across the isle.

The knight is dark as day once bright, tis' a dark aura that governs the heir this night...
Tis' a testement for things to come, or rather things that are to become apparent...
For strangers time has past and lengthened as do questions left answered,
Though with this time, these scars can't heal, unless we learn from lessons..
Who are we to witness this, or if so even speak?
For all of Gobaith, Man and child, our future it looks bleak.

a barbarian passes the Nordmark newsboard.

"oh nooo! these silly knights are publishing their petty squabbles even here!"

rips off the parchement and uses it as inlay for his shoe.

Posted next to the parchment in Bane is another.

Bleak is bright for some. No shades of gray.

I look forward to lighting the torches.


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