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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 3001484" data-attributes="member: 16166">Father Lunley led Jazick into the old church and past the dozens of homeless that sought shelter in this building every night, nodding occassionally to show that he was listening to the tale, but allowing the story to continue uninterrupted.  Several of the homeless nodded as the two walked past, some murmering a "...my lord..." in a measure of respect.Once the story had spilled its way out the two of them were by the hearth warming themselves, sipping refined water from tin cups.  "That is a strange story indeed my lord."  The last few words were said with a smile as a little chide, trying to lighten the mood."I know that you do not subscribe to the faith that I preach Jazick, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist.  The city, Metropolis, she is alive all around us.  She works in mysterious ways, trying to help us even though it is us that hurt her the most."Lunley stared into the crackling fire and finished his water, wincing a little as he drank the last few drops and licked his lips.  Never had so many people been so thirsty with so much water in the streets."I cannot give you all of the answers, but I can tell you that which may make your story a little more...understandable?"  He screwed up his face a little at the last word, as if it was an uncomfortable word to finish his sentence."Perhaps the man was but a messenger for somone, or something, else.  The god that was once worshipped in this hall was called Zsath, the god of death.  Many books in these halls said that he was interpreted as being a lord of ice as well, the coming of a blizzard was a sign of death to come.""But Zsath's religion fell into disfavour for some reason, several decades ago.  His priests and priestess' lost their divine spark and their empire swiftly crumbled.  Now death comes in many forms, but more and more people tell of spiritual jackals that stalk the night, devouring the souls of men that have died.""If this man, be he living or dead, was trying to tell you, or show you, something, then it is up to you if you wish to discover what it was.  But I warn you good Lord Shadow, playing with the dead is not something to be done lightly, be careful of what you dig up, for you may not be able to lay it to rest again..."</blockquote>

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