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<blockquote data-quote="Ashy" data-source="post: 1861147" data-attributes="member: 312">Uiim listens to the words of the prople before him and his face clouds.&nbsp; This was not at all the way things should be, he thought to himself, the revolution is not ready to begin...I am not ready for it to begin either...I am so ill-prepared still.The old gnome holds out his hands, palms outward and speaks calmly.&nbsp; &quot;Now, now, my good folk.&nbsp; I may not know much, but I do know one thing.&nbsp; The word 'revolution', if spoken within ear-shot, or thought-shot, for that matter, of a single Mythar will bring far more than mind-probing down upon you.&nbsp; You will all be imprisoned and tortured, or worse, within the blink of an eye.&nbsp; You will be beyond the help of any should that happen...&quot;Uiim pauses and lets his words hang in the air for a moment or two; he only hopes that the weight of those words penetrates the work- and oppression-numbed minds of those before him.&nbsp; He sighs, and then continues.&quot;I thank you for your words and for remaining calm.&nbsp; I ask that you each return to your homes now.&nbsp; If we have further need, we will contact you seperately.&nbsp; I would advise that you return to your daily routines as soon as possible.&nbsp; When they arrive, the Mythar will no doubt look kinder upon the maintenance of order and design than chaos and lack of direction.&nbsp; I ask that you do these things for yourself, not for my sake or the sake of my companions...&nbsp; Should any of you have anything to add that you feel we need know, please tell me now.&quot;The old gnome looks up to Layonarai and smiles a wan smile, patting her hand gently, as would a grandfather pat the hand of a cherished granddaughter.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ashy, post: 1861147, member: 312"] Uiim listens to the words of the prople before him and his face clouds. [I]This was not at all the way things should be[/I], he thought to himself, [I]the revolution is not ready to begin...I am not ready for it to begin either...I am so ill-prepared still.[/I] The old gnome holds out his hands, palms outward and speaks calmly. "Now, now, my good folk. I may not know much, but I do know one thing. The word 'revolution', if spoken within ear-shot, or thought-shot, for that matter, of a single Mythar will bring far more than mind-probing down upon you. You will all be imprisoned and tortured, or worse, within the blink of an eye. You will be beyond the help of any should that happen..." Uiim pauses and lets his words hang in the air for a moment or two; he only hopes that the weight of those words penetrates the work- and oppression-numbed minds of those before him. He sighs, and then continues. "I thank you for your words and for remaining calm. I ask that you each return to your homes now. If we have further need, we will contact you seperately. I would advise that you return to your daily routines as soon as possible. When they arrive, the Mythar will no doubt look kinder upon the maintenance of order and design than chaos and lack of direction. I ask that you do these things for yourself, not for my sake or the sake of my companions... Should any of you have anything to add that you feel we need know, please tell me now." The old gnome looks up to Layonarai and smiles a wan smile, patting her hand gently, as would a grandfather pat the hand of a cherished granddaughter. [/QUOTE]

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