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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Brother Shatterstone" data-source="post: 1167318" data-attributes="member: 13442">Sir Drevan Whiteshield: (Male/Human/Fighter 4/Knight of the Crown 4) and CohortDrevan hesitates unsure where to start when describing a world but soon comes up with something, “Ansaslon is a world with few counties and lots of hard ache…  We also seem to be on the verge of the next big war and the powers of good do not always succeed.  The gods have abounded it people in an act that nearly destroyed all when a simple man tried to proclaim himself an equal to my god…  My order failed all of Ansalon that day.  Countless generations passed before the Gods did return and when they did man and women rode dragons into battles that made the very sky burn in fires…”  Drevan hardly seems like the man that started the conversation pulling a drink that had been setting to the side and throwing it down in a single movement.  “Excuse me, but I think I’m going to go to bed now.”  With no other notice he stands and walks from the room to the bedrooms calling over his shoulder, “Don’t stay up to late, we do have work to do tomorrow and we should get an early start.”    Aesa looks at Horatio with a slightly uncomfortable look upon her face, “Looks like I’ll spend most of my time tonight apologizing…” She tries to say it with some humor but the smile upon her face looks forced, “He’s not the same man he use to be.  He still is suffering from the loss of his wife and child.  He was before that time quite witty and humorous.  Now he’s dark, oppressive, and humorless with few bright moments.” She sighs and then tries to change the subject with a small smile, “Horatio, please tell me about your world?” </blockquote>

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