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[Raje Damen]

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As the town’s people of Luna slowly fall to sleep a dark figure looms his head from the shadows and plans the towns destruction. It had been a long time since he had looked upon the white walled city of Luna and the site still sickened him. He wished that all of the “holy” felt the fury of hell but, he knew that they were too proud to acknowledge a life of pain even if they lived it. So he watched and waited as lighting began to flash above his head in a fury of hatred as if striking toward the town in some fit of revenge. His red hair flared about carried by the winds lashing rage his body shivered to be back in a place that he called home. Although his home had fallen long ago, he was thankful beyond reason to be home, he decided at last that he would plan to visit his brothers and sisters and tell them of this peoples one true weakness because, after all, all things had weaknesses it is the simple fact of exploiting them that makes a true difference. As he began his journey to his home he seemed to hear a voice in the cool quiet air, one of prophesy, speaking once more.

“The darkness shall once again return, be ready to fear once more, to the unholy might of this champion. For he is the vindicator and the justice for all the “holy” Paladin who fall short of their virtues.”

[Molly]

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Laying quietly in the garden on the rooftop in her room she is falling to sleep to the sound of the tinkling of the chimes in the soft breeze. Closing her eyes she drifts off dreaming of the one night in several months when Martin was home. As she sleeps her dream of being in his arms once again brings a longing to her heart. She sees him there beside her in the soft velvet pillows and she reaches out for him pulling one of the pillows close to her. She watches as his figure fades and a black cloud forms in it's place. It seems to be taking over the air making the room feel close and seemingly turning solid...she finds it hard to breathe...fear strikes her heart as she lays there alone surrounded by the black cloud. Tears of fear roll down her cheeks as she curls up in a ball, afraid. She whispers in her dream "Oblivion, no...I am not ready to die...Martin...where are you?..." Gasping she sits straight up from her nightmare. *CRASH* She lets out a blood curdling scream of fear and terror as a lightning strike and its bright light fills the air illuminating the room. Pulling her knees under her she looks up at the sky, normally filled with stars and the same cloud as in her dream blocks them. "Storms? There are no storms in Luna...? What is going on...?" her thoughts race. Large rain drops spatter her face. Just as quickly as it came it disapated and all that was left of the moment were the rain drops, blended with the tears on her face.
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Grand Duchess Molly Kaldhel
Oracle of Truth
The House Gauntlet
Sanctus, Luna, Malas
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