Author	Revolsion
Tags	author:revolsion tileset unrated
Created	2008-11-08
Last Modified	2008-11-08
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Description	As the Weepers laments begin, the boy clutches his fallen hero, his role model... In the great marsh, only one will reign. While the image of his fathers death the boy is quick to reacte to shapes rising in the mist. The ethereals flicker in and out of site as you observe their movement. There is no time for mourning, the flame of life has burned out of his father. He rose to his feet, he knew his time has come, for the ethereals of unknown beauty to pit him against nature in an atempt to ready him for the tasks that lie ahead. He entered the brambles of the far side of the marsh and begun his trials.

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