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[fallen_star_of_england]

*As you look over the message board, you notice a peice of paper that doesn't look at all like a post, but more like a torn page from a book. The page is numbered 12 and reads:*

". . . Those ten men grew to be great kings, and eventually came to be known as the High Kings of Light. This term, though not litteral, fit the ten kings well, as their hearts were the purest of any kings. These Ten Kings defended their people rather than the people their king; the Ten would share possessions of high value with even the filthiest of beggers.
"The Ten Kings grew famous throughout all the lands in their time, as they would fight wars for even the most unworthy of kingdoms. Named in order of status, the kings were: King Faeilnor, King Thaniros, King Mekcloa, King Wenthier, King Hannick, King Shaliver, King Dekoria, King Lorick, King Naman, and King Rolia'Shord. . ."

*The page appears to have been torn off at this point...*

 

[Lady_Acoma]

Tales can just be desperate lies...

*glancing at the board a young half elven woman reads the tale and shakes her head sadly with a frown picking up her pen and pulling out a sheet of parchment*

This may be a fine tale and all but it certainly seems like whom ever left it here is looking for something that they will never find. And besides if these kings were so great and giving and all, why are they listed in order of precedence? Shouldn't kings so all giving and all wise just be listed as they are, or not even regarded as kings by their people, but just men. Seems like the story itself is confused by such an unbelievable dream. Bah, but I guess stories can say what they want though, even if I don't agree.

*the woman places her parchment next to the tale with an odd frown and turns walking away to join some friends she spots coming in*

 

[Fallen Drow]

...

*A young female drow stood around the corner from them, her cloak drawn tightly around her slim form, she watched at the first leaves, she sinks down to the ground and sighs, she remembers that earlyier eve reading the parchment ripped from the book. She then takes another parchment from her cloak and, after the half elf walked away she went over and pinned up the parchment, written in her hand.*


The kings may have been pure to those about them, but what of what was within there hearts? Why would one amoung the royal hearts help a feeble beggar? If they were so great of being then, is this just a tale or it it truth of the world that has become history?

*She looked over the note that she put on the board and after a moment took out a pen and quickly wrote...*

How long before the world will return to this state that is here, why will they not come forward and attempt to take the world from its shadows?

 

[Lord_rock]

I've drank at the table of better men...and drank the blood of worse...

*mumbles the brute in plate red as blood, darker black than night and a dragon helm adorning his head...if you could call it a mumble coming from such a large beast.

 

[Elf_Ariel]

*Something so simple, in a hand very evenly paced.*

Why cannot belief be placed in an optimistic view?

 

[LordEldervarionHoldarian]

"Optimism" is for those to weak to control their own destiny.

 

[Elf_Ariel]

*A robed woman chuckles, penning a quick reply in the same flowing hand*

Forgive us, oh mighty one, for lacking your obvious 'almightyness'...but at least give us our 'fairy tales' to rest us well at night.