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<blockquote data-quote="LostSoul" data-source="post: 618566" data-attributes="member: 386">InterludeOn the planet Kalarba, a lonely figure broods from his dark throne.&nbsp; A tall window lets in a sliver of light which ends at the white marble of the throne.&nbsp; Behind the stone seat, an old crone in a trance mumbles words written long ago, words long since forgotten:&quot;One will leaveOne will returnOne will learnAnd life will return to all.&quot;The hag comes out of her trance, taken over by a violent coughing fit.&nbsp; The figure on the throne stays still through it all. Many minutes pass before she is able to stand.&nbsp; A small pool of thick blood lies at her feet.With the coughing done, the dark figure speaks:&quot;Will I catch my fugitive Prince, mistress, or will he continue to evade me?&quot; he asks.&quot;Gold is a beautiful gift,but once had,no longer wanted.&quot;&quot;Riddles, old hag, always riddles!&quot; the figure's voice rises to a passioned angry shout.&nbsp; &quot;You who are blind can see; tell me what I want to know!&quot;&quot;Caution, false prince,&quot; the crone says.&nbsp; &quot;Your anger gives you strength, but you must not give in to it.&nbsp; You are balanced on the edge of the blade; a move in either direction will cripple you forever.&nbsp; We who are not long for this place have already sacrificed much, of you and of your people.&nbsp; You must walk the most dangerous path if you are to save us all.&quot;The dark figure relaxed.&nbsp; &quot;As always, mistress, there is wisdom in your words.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="LostSoul, post: 618566, member: 386"] [b]Interlude[/b] On the planet Kalarba, a lonely figure broods from his dark throne. A tall window lets in a sliver of light which ends at the white marble of the throne. Behind the stone seat, an old crone in a trance mumbles words written long ago, words long since forgotten: [color=crimson]"One will leave One will return One will learn And life will return to all."[/color] The hag comes out of her trance, taken over by a violent coughing fit. The figure on the throne stays still through it all. Many minutes pass before she is able to stand. A small pool of thick blood lies at her feet. With the coughing done, the dark figure speaks: "Will I catch my fugitive Prince, mistress, or will he continue to evade me?" he asks. [color=crimson]"Gold is a beautiful gift, but once had, no longer wanted."[/color] "Riddles, old hag, always riddles!" the figure's voice rises to a passioned angry shout. "You who are blind can see; tell me what I want to know!" [color=crimson]"Caution, false prince,"[/color] the crone says. [color=crimson]"Your anger gives you strength, but you must not give in to it. You are balanced on the edge of the blade; a move in either direction will cripple you forever. We who are not long for this place have already sacrificed much, of you and of your people. You must walk the most dangerous path if you are to save us all."[/color] The dark figure relaxed. "As always, mistress, there is wisdom in your words." [/QUOTE]

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