I have decided it is time to come clean on a few things.. Some and most of them are completely useless, and wont affect you at all. This is in a way, a "Iqloonian Confession".
First off, I have lied about my ancestry, and my old way of life, somewhat... I started off as the village idoits son, in a small town known merely as Jomez, which was settled on the coast of the large, cold, dreary island of Anopolis. One one of his few sober days, he realized that I would never be treated with the respect I "deserve" due to my father's reputation. So he had me sent to a far off village called Boniaposmoshdor.
Boniaposmoshdor was a very communal town, somewhat to the town of Trollsbane. It had a thriveing tavern, a single all purpose shop, and a few houses scattered here and there, with a mighty keep set in the middle of the town. The town had beautiful landscape and was forged out from the side of the Youzewmoqures mountain range. The enhabitants were a race called the Balace. Large, mighty people, with skin as touch as steel, and a essence so great, it guarded form even the strongest of magics. Sadly, however, the town hold a grim destiny..
Many seasons ago, a town elder foretold that a awesome attack will occur, and the town of Boniaposmoshdor would be the battlefield. None of the inhabitants doubted this elders prophecy, so they built the mighty keep to defend themselfs. When the keep was done, the elder warned them that the keep would help, but it would be no where enough to protect agenst the massive attack that would soon come to place. The villagers didnt listen to him, they thought the keep would be so great, not even the armys of the four winds could destory it, and banished the elder from the town, believing that the man had grown foolish though is years of ageing, and would be a disgrace to their fair city.
So they lived there lives, happily and without worry, trusting in the mighty keep to protect them. Sadly, they were wrong. The army of the northern wind struck there town out of the blue. The balaces fought hard, wielding nothing but there fist. Even I tried to help in the attack, but I was to young, and before I could storm into the battlefield, one of the maidens of the town grabbed me and forced me into the keep for safety.
Hours upon hours of fighting went on. But the essence of the balace warriors was uneffective agenst the north's strange magic, and their
attacks just made the northern soldiers stronger. Eventally, the balace army couldnt hold them off anymore, and they stormed the castle. However, the northen army had very weak and puny men, so that gave the women and children inside the castle time enough to escape.
The mob just about escaped completely, and were a good 6 eyeranges away from there beloved village.. when a northern scout spotted us. Within breaths we were praticly surrounded by them. There white eyes started at us as if they were examining something inside of us. There was a moiment of stillness, the balace women were holding the mouths of the babys, so they wouldnt cry, and the children old enough to walk were trimbleing in utter fear. The army was completely silent aswell. They just stood there, glareing striaght through us. All you could hear was the howl of the wind...
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((((ill have to finish this story later, i have to eat now..)))
...Iqloonian Confession...
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