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===============(Scrolls of Serenia Productions presents)=================
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-When Gods have fallen-
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-and heroes are gods-
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-When hopes are drowned-
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-then only the legends remain-
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-The stories of Serenia in the Second Age-
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®ôõ¯
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T . o . C -:-:- Dark Legends #1 -:-:- "Pehr Jrago"
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i ù:ù eternity
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1 ù:ù Into the Mist
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2 ù:ù Lost memories
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®ôõ¯
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-=[ONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONE]=-
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Pehr Jrago
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-=[ONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONEoneONE]=-
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eternity
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I've been on this earth, Serenia, for what seems like an
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eternity. I'm sick of it. The pain, the suffering, well,
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sometimes that's fun, but otherwise life is dull, boring. I used
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to be so many things, now I'm just a dying legend. Hopefully
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I'll die one of these days, when the makers are done with me and
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it is their will so to do.
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Only a short couple hundred years ago, this earth encountered
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a great evil, and the strands of the balance itself were thrust
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out of position by the battle that proceeded. The world that was
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left is not like the Serenia that was. It is no longer serene,
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and now evil things inhabit wherever they can.
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I had used to be prosperous in my encounters, well known and
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respected, as well as feared. I remember when I was first pulled
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into the Quest in a strange turn of events brought on by one of my
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closest companions, and then, once we had came to the end of our
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quest, we had crossed paths with some supposed demigod who
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claimed himself Neim.
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My companion, a bold yet intelligent man I hold in high
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esteem named T‰lk, had at that point told me that he had to
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handle this situation on his own. He told me that my part in
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his quest was done, and that it was time we said our goodbye's
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and that he'd see me, "on the other side". I began to leave and
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then realized I couldn't. I turned to go back and found T‰lk in
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swords duel with the evil Neim; a magical barrier over Serenia
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which had been created by Neim prevented the use of strong
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magical forces that those like Neim would use forced them into
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combat.
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Sparing details, Neim was not destroyed but imprisoned in
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a far backwater type of place, I'm not sure. T‰lk also is gone,
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I have no idea where he's been, during the battle both he and Neim
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just `poofed' and that was the last I've seen of him.
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After the Quest, I tried once more to settle down and have a
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life, which led me to a wife and son. I told my wife nothing of
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my immortality, for she would grievingly condemn me and deem me
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mad. We lived in my old city of Andrion, and one day, while I
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had been out in the marketplace, a band of brigands, whose first
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leader I had slain during the early stages of the Quest, killed
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my wife and stole away with my son.
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Since he was born, I had wondered if my son would inherit my
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immortality, or would he just be normal. Nevertheless, nothing
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could exceed my rage when I returned from the marketplace to
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find my wife hanging from the beams.
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For months upon years I searched far and wide for the
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brigands who took my son. They had broken up and spread across
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the land, thus I had to hunt them down one by one and slay them
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by hand. I eventually found all of them, but they could give me
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no information on the whereabouts of my son.
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I hope my son is still alive, and for some reason I think he
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is. I soon will be venturing out once more to search for my son,
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for I have, as the makers would have it, an eternity...
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®ôõ¯
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into the mistúchapter1
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In the light mist of a summer midday, a lone cloaked figure
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walks along a dirt road. The figure seems to be in no certain rush
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yet he keeps his pace, never slowing or stopping, relentless. Then,
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unexpectedly, he turns and looks in the opposite direction down the
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road. His cloak, covering his head and face is dark and wonderously
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clean despite the cloud of dust that englufs the area. Although the
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darkness that this cloak dons is not merely that of the cloth, but
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that of another, more mysterious source.
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The lone figure stands, fixed on his sight down the road, and
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then looks up into the sky, and then at the ground before his feet.
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His body language gives off nothing of his feelings, yet he turns and
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returns to his original walk along the dirt road.
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Then, in the distance, the sound of horses and men, maybe even
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warriors, strikes the old man as he looks frantically back down the
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road and then once again into the sky. He knows nothing else but to
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continue his wandering trek along the dirt road. Far along the road
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behind the old man an aura of smoke appears and from that emerged a
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pack of large men laced in royal arms. The man fails to notice the
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appearance of the men and continues down the road in a faster pace
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than before.
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The old man gets nowhere before the men overtake him. The men
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ride up and stop in front of him, blocking his path and forcing him
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to, if nothing else, stop. The old man did, in fact, stop and he kept
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his head low, saying nothing. The men seemed taken back by the silence
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of this man in the presence of royalty, or atleast thats what they
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claimed themselves to be. Something about this man got to them, they
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thought, something that reached into the back-ally shadows of their
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souls, and some of them wondered how long this charade was going to
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last. Even the leader of the men, the largest and apparently strongest
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seemed shaken by the brute force by which they had been somehow gripped.
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"You there!" the leader shouted, "What is your business? Where
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are you going?"
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The man stood silent for what seemed to the men for an eternity.
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The leader repeated himself, "YOU there! State your business or
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to the dungeons with you!"
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The man slowly moved his head back and forth, showing his motion
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only by the small movement of the cloak hood. Finally he said in
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a deep, evil voice, "Where is this place?"
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The warriors were somewhat taken back by the firm defiancy of
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the man, for who was he to challenge their might and power? But
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their leader, having a sudden sense of caution instilled in him,
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answered his question warily, and his battalion was taken even
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more aback by this.
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"You are in the Kingdom of Pehr Jrago, ruled by th-"
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As the leader of the men continued on with his lecture on the
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past and present details of his mighty kingdom, the cloaked man
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turned and departed. The leader, obviously content with himself,
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finally finished his speech and looked down from his hand-waving
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and over-bearing to find the old man gone.
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"Hmph." The leader thought to himself, "downright
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disrespectful..."
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The warriors, though, sat there, dumbfounded, appalled at his
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outright disrespect. Though they wanted to tear this man apart
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all night and behead him in the morning, they didn't. They
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couldn't explain it; any other time they wouldn't hesitate in
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such an action, but now, they just couldn't, and they were
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terrified at themselves for it. They looked back and forth
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between each other at each other, blank-faced while the leader
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merely sat there on his horse staring at the back of the old man
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as he drifted off down the road and eventually disappeared into
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the noon-day traffic of commoners.
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Then the smaller of the warriors dared to break the silence,
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saying, "Jor."
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The other warriors, including the leader, turned to look at the
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smaller warrior, and then, once again, they looked at each other
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and fell silent, this time easing into their saddles, content
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with that conclusion.
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Lost memoriesúPart1
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In a dimly-lit forest, where the light is cut off high above
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in the canopies of the trees, faint footsteps can be heard. As
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short time passes, the steps become louder and more persistent.
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They are footsteps with purpose, strong, foregoing, unstopable.
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More time passes and finally a claim to the footsteps is made. A
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warrior clad in arms of a fallen kingdom appears out of the
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darkness and continues running. The man ducks into a bush and
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sits completely still, disappearing from sight.
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Then, once again, sounds can be heard from a distance. This
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time, though, they are not footsteps; they are horses and men
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shouting.
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The warrior looked back in the direction of the horses,
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straining to get a good look. "Damn." he muttered to himself.
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He hopped out of the bush and continued, faster in his plight.
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He wondered what was going on; why he was being chased by
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warriors, who he was, where he was, and much else because he
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remembers nothing of his past.
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He looks around as he runs, and flashes of the past remind
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of -- something ... that he can't remember. "DAMN." That's been
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happening to him often lately. He runs, and eventually the
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warriors on their horses burst through the brush only paces
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behind.
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He swings his head around, looking at the phalanx, then
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swerves his head back around. "Ah! What is that, out there?" He
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thinks aloud.
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It was a clearing, with a large building, like a fort, in it.
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As he drew nearer he could see that it was a fort, and as he
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reached the clearing, he called out to the gatemaster, who
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immediately recognized him and ordered the gate dropped.
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Once the gate had been dropped, fighters wearing grey arms
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emerged and charged past the lone warrior and toward the phalanx
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that had been persuing. Their leader stopped and turned to the
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warrior saying, "What have you done this time, Endrek, to get
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yourself into this mess? Outnumbered by brigands and running? Are
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you feeling alright? Hmm?" He looked deep into Endrek's eyes for
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what seemed like hours, and he was then brough back into reality
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by the clanging of weapons only footsteps before him.
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"Endrek, you never run from a fight, are you all right?" The
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leader said, looking at the blank stare of Endrek.
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"This is not good..." The leader said, half to himself and half
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to Endrek. The leader rushed he and his companion into the fort
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and left the fray to his men. Once they were inside the fort, he
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brought the lone warrior into the small tavern.
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The two warriors sat down and the leader continued, "Do you know
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who I am?"
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Endrek looked at him unknowingly, head tilted and blank stare
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complete.
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"Hmph. It is as I thought -- Listen to me, I am Keshon, do you
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know who you are?" Keshon said, looking intently at Endrek.
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"Endrek?"
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"Yes. I will try to explain this to you plainly; for some
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strange reason, a reason which you won't tell even to me, there
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are instances when your memory goes blank and for a period of
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days to weeks, even months. It eventually comes back, however,
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but I suggest that you do no more travelling this day."
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"But I must be somewhere."
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"Where? Do you even know where you are now?"
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"uhm," Endrek said, looking around the grungy, darkly-lit
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tavern, "no."
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"This is a fort in Sahr Padia, the southern forest region of
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Pehr Jrago," Keshon said while pulling out a map and showing it
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to Endrek, "we are here, see? You're lucky you found our fort
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before the brigands took you for hostage. Many people would pay
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good money to see you hanged in their town squares. By the way,
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Endrek, how long have you been like this? I mean, the running
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from the brigands and all?"
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"From what I can recall, I'd say just about the entirety of the
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day..."
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"Then I suggest you rest for the night, regain your strength
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<and hopefully some of your memory> and you and I both will set
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out upon the morrow. Can your quest be prolonged for yet another
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day?" said Keshon in a half-sarchastic tone.
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"ah, I suppose so." Even though Endrek had lost his memory, he
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hadn't lost many of his natural abilities: wit, speech, theory
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and the like.
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So that night Endrek joined Keshon for the night, and the
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next day they proceeded out into the forest. They got no farther
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than a few paces when Keshon stopped, looking out in all
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directions, and said to Endrek, "So, revive any of your lost
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memory yet? Do we know where we're going?"
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Endrek also looked out in all directions, seeing nothing of
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importance, and said to Keshon, "no, if I've remembered
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anything, it hasn't come back to me yet. Although I think I had
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planned to go North," extending his arm and pointing.
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"Ah, so North it is," Keshon said in a somewhat cheerful
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mood, or atleast a cheerful mood as far as the leader of a
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battalion could be, "I hope we find what we're looking for soon,
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I'm already getting hungry..."
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®ôõ¯
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The Miscellaneous
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asskey by Lord Finesse (LFiN.sOs)
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edited by Lord Finesse and LathSpell
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all stories by Lord Finesse and LathSpell
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Ä×Ä
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oh, and btw, the symbol Ä¿
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" ®ôõ¯ "<ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ
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stands for "Pehr Jrago"
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-so none of you people ask me no more...
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.sS$$Ss.eof.sS$$Ss.
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``"üýü"'‰”Ÿ`"üýü"''
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