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[Roc]

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Roc, as usual, was wandering the forests near the old Stormhaven citadel, searching for answers. He had been found there nearly a year before by the long lost Paladins of Stormhaven, in the clothes of a ranger, with no memory of who or where or when he was.

He looked down at the clothes and armor he had acquired over time. With a sigh, he stepped forward again, continuing his walk hopelessly.

In pure frustration, he threw his double bladed staff at a nearby tree, driving it deep into the tree, leaving the blade stuck in the tree.

With a sigh, he went to retrieve his weapon. Something was familiar about this tree, the large old tree.

"I am sorry, old tree," Roc said before he could stop himself. He removed the blade carefully, only to find light shining from the wedge he had made into the tree.

"You were not meant for this time," a mysterious voice whispered in his ears.

The light from the tree flashed, the hole sealed, and Roc was gone, not to be seen again.

But not forever...

[Isilmea]

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*Isilmea stood on top of Asur’Herenion as she gazed up into the night sky. The stars gleamed as she looked at one in particular and began to notice that it was slowly fading from view. Tears run down her cheek as she whispered to the winds…words to the fading star*


“Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au' ….Tenna' ento lye omenta
Namaarie…”
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