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[Bailos]

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*Zarlox's mind is ripped from its restful sleep late one night. His mind hopelessly trapped by the images now flooding it*

[[Note: the text shown in italics is the voice of Bailos]]
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You try so hard...poor little man, when will you rest?

*against a pitch black setting, an image of Sadira appears in a beautiful spring dress, with her hands folded in front of her and her head bowed slightly, she is expressionless*

As you continue to trade one life for another, your dreams fade away
*the image of Sadira slowly shrinks back into the blackness, fading away*

*a new image appears, of her gravesite. The ground can be seen as well as the sky. It is a dreary setting, and it is raining*

An opportunity won, versus thousands lost. None will ever love you, quite like she did. Spent is your hope for happiness.

Utterly...
Spent

*a rumble of thunder echoes as the gravesite fades from view. Now an image of Sanctus takes shape, passing to and from various locations, lingering on each for a few seconds. Bailos' speech now becomes slow and deliberate*

Take comfort, if you can, knowing -your pain will be legendary-. There will be odes and hyms to your steadfast devotion. Even a religious order will be founded in your name...celebate monks.

Your line ends. Your love is gone. You have only the cold tendrils of the night to welcome you now. Your friends crowd around you, but they dont understand. They never could. They love you as a warrior, as a symbol of their beliefs and dedication. *the images stop* But now there is no one to love you as a man.

Such a price to pay

*a small cottage appears, one story, thatched roof. The chimney slowly bellows out smoke on what appears to be a calm autumn day. The door opens and two children run out, somewhere about 5 years old. Sadira steps out after them and stands on a porch watching as they run off. Zarlox sees himself stepping out of the door soon after, putting his arm around Sadira as they watch together*

The life you wanted is gone. Lost in the fires of faith and trechery. They made you do it. They made you stay and fight...

*The two figures disappear and in an instant, the quaint cottage transforms into a burning inferno, as screams are heard off in the distance, possibly coming from inside*

They burnt it down. You burnt it down. Oh how you could have saved them!

*the whole image disappears. Slowly a final image fades in. It is a cold, stone monument to Zarlox. A granite statue of the warrior holding his sword in front of him with the shield of Sanctus strapped to his back. In front of the statue, a large sarcophogus built from the same material sits. It is designed in the likeness of Zarlox with a sword resting on his chest. A simple inscription on the side reads "Here lay Lord Chancellor Zarlox"*

All of this suffering, for an order of celebate monks, a statue and one line inscription.....

*The dream ends with the deafening scream of a young lady, presumably Sadira, yelling "Zarrrrloooooox!"*

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End Dream
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