Adept Falin of Juxtaposition wanders up to the Corkboard, brushing silver hair from his eyes. In his hands he holds a piece of parchment, which he pins to the boards. With a wary eye to the parchment, Falin sighs.
"I pray that some may understand, as I do not yet..."
The scales are changing, blowing mightily with the gale that is the winds of change. The Guardians of Balance shall return, as prodical brothers and sister of old. They shall guard over the Balance, and fight for its neutral stance.
Which of us Guardians of the Balance shall be claimed for the necessity of retaining the integrity of the Balance remains yet to be seen. The Balance and the Fate of the Balance yet rests in the hands of the many, and not solely in the Guardians. Beware the encroaching darkness, and beware the One. The fates of all shall soon be in the hands of the many. 'Ware that none are led astray...
The note is signed with the symbol of the Moonbeam Adepts of Juxtaposition
"I pray that some may understand, as I do not yet..."
The scales are changing, blowing mightily with the gale that is the winds of change. The Guardians of Balance shall return, as prodical brothers and sister of old. They shall guard over the Balance, and fight for its neutral stance.
Which of us Guardians of the Balance shall be claimed for the necessity of retaining the integrity of the Balance remains yet to be seen. The Balance and the Fate of the Balance yet rests in the hands of the many, and not solely in the Guardians. Beware the encroaching darkness, and beware the One. The fates of all shall soon be in the hands of the many. 'Ware that none are led astray...
The note is signed with the symbol of the Moonbeam Adepts of Juxtaposition