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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dawn Herald" data-source="post: 3992712" data-attributes="member: 58763">Another parchment toughen is tacked onto the corkboard, written in common with a scholarly penmanship. If you’re in a darkened room, And a small candle is lit, The darkness retreats away From light the candle emits If two rooms are side-by-side, One is dark, the other, bright, And a door opens between, The dark is conquered by light! So when your life seems dark, Just remember this law: Light always conquers darkness! Soon the darkness will withdraw, And your heart will become bright, As it is filled with the light.                                             - EA message of hope. Copied from a forgotten stone monument within the ruins of Sonno Guasto, a village that was once the home to three hundred souls. I know this because the monument also shares three hundred stars etched on the stone to represent the fallen. No one remembers Sonno Guasto, but I do. Several years ago, a undead shade wielding a golden scythe reaped through the populace like a farmer to wheat. I was away at the time and way too late for my family. This random act of violence was done to create fear. Sonno Guasto wasn’t the only forgotten village, as there were many others that fell to the scythe of these reapers, as the undead shade wasn’t the only terror. They were organized and came in large numbers. Eventually, a crusader from another world had gotten tired of the attacks and organized a group of like minded individuals. This Alliance fought back against the darkness and as months passed, won. There was no more attacks and the group of like minded individuals parted to go their separate ways. As time passed, a few of these adventurers would form their own groups. Today, when I ask people about what ever happened to the crusader, people would make jokes and ridicule the whole event. Three hundred people died, my family included among the stars. Sonno Guasto itself is only three days travel from Ford Keep. I could only imagine they could see the smoke on the horizon when Sonno Guasto died that day. And unfortunately, this is still happening. I once met a man from Hardby. He told me, "This is the nature of the world. People die and you must accept it." I can’t accept it. It’s no laughing matter to me. Not when your a victim. He laughed at me and patted my knee. He then told me, "Then be a fool and do something about it"</blockquote>

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