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You have traveled far. I can tell somehow. Well, now your travels have brought you to Ammadon. Rest now. Your journey is not yet done. ...Ammadon has many tales. Ledgends from long ago. Perhaps you would like to hear?... ...In that case, sit- rest, and I will reveal to you the secrets of this place. ...Here there are many wonders to discover. Riddles ride upon the wind, whispering the ancient tale that plays upon the minds of all inhabitants... But I'm getting ahead of myself. The story begins almost a hundred years ago. Ammadon was a different place then. Not so peaceful. The kings of the Northern and Southern Regions were at war. The once ally realms were now in chaos over a single, aged object: The Crest of Mordal. Upon this simple wooden plaqe lay the secret to power unknown... | ||||||||||||||||
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...The town of Purrtel lay within the valley of the Forgotten Mountains. It was the only place of inhabitance for miles. The Mountains surrounding the little town were harsh and undaunting to any traveler who dared to set foot amongst them. Only the Northern Pass of Kurmore gave acess to the valley, and it too was fraught with danger. One day, a stranger appeared. His eyes and hair were dark as the night. His young face, half hidden by a strange, red mantle was stirn- hardened from many a battle. He made his way through the town without greeting or question. All who saw him made wary his unpleasent expression and kept their distance. He entered into the pub at the edge of the village. Without word, he took a chair and motioned for the cavern master... | ||||||||||||||||
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