It was as if the very trees whispered it...
It was as if the very stones sang it...
It was as if the land itself lived...
BRING US YOUR LIGHT, WE WILL EXSTINGUISH IT.
SHOW US YOUR DREAMS, WE WILL TURN THEM INTO NIGHTMARES.
BRING US YOUR HOPES, WE WILL CRUSH THEM.
BRING US YOUR MASSES, WE WILL IRRADICATE THEM.
BUT LEAVE US ALONE, WE WILL GROW AND RISE TO CONQUER THE WORLD.
THE CHOICES ARE YOURS, WE ACCOMODATE ALL.
ONLY THE OUT COME IS THE SAME.......DEATH.
BLESSED IS THE DARKNESS
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She had done her job well and so they arrived to find a torn peice of scroll written in blood, they were compelled to follow it to the depths of Shame, for they hoped to glimpse the face of their stolen Warlord....
They easily breached the first level of Shame that was easy, almost to easy:
They moved on to the depths of the second level of the dungeon its watery depths beckoning them to an early grave, but this was Umbra they new well about the grave and continued on easily again to easily...
What did become of them in the last and final level of Shame......
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May destiny guide you...