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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Michael Morris" data-source="post: 1269889" data-attributes="member: 87">An age ago, when lands were freeAnd the world was new, and pure were the seasBefore there were men or denizens more cruelBefore all this when the world was newA legend was written fortelling the timeWhen magic would break like waves into brineWhen heroes would as a flickering shineIn the darkest night in the deep mists of timeWho know what thing in that distant pastBeckoned the coming of Ansaler at lastBut with him was closed the glories daysOf which only songs in glimmering raysTell of a past long lost to loreOf which I am a keeper last of those beforeAnd in my heart a secret continues to acheFor the tendrils of the past now threaten to unmakeThe hope for a future unblemished and freeWhen the darkness now with us shall sink into the sea.But to understand what still must passThat which came before must unfold at lastAnd a legend of power which began long agoShall once more echo, shall once more echo...And so I begin with the legend of the crownForged with jewel upon a battlefield foundMade by hands not understanding the greedAnd that the power within would awaken a needAnd that by binding the pieces they planted a seedWhose fruit at last ripens and wishes to feed.Tell will I of how they came all to beTell will I that darkness may not succeedHope will I cling to that it may come at lastThat the wars in the shadows will finally pass.For many are now ignorant of the threat of the pastAs pawns do they work the will of those who'd castThe world into darkness and forever unseatThe hope that life brings to the heart in its needFor it was at the end of the last elven ageThat a demon long prisoned finally broke his cageAnd gathered an army from the low Sodrean planesAnd struck out to destroy all he could not containAgainst him five heroes where gathered to fight...</blockquote>

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