The House of Dying Lights
12-09-07, 01:21 AM
As you walk through the streets of Radasanth, your footsteps echoing on the cracked and crumbling avenues, the gutters are the strongest scent around. They are filled with dirt and leaves, with tiny pits of mud and mire spotting along the way where ruts keep the rainwater from drying quick enough to escape moss and mold. Normally, you wouldn't pay any attention to these unremarkable footnotes to the description of one of the greatest cities in the world, but something catches your eye. You stop, leaning down and pick up three rolled pieces of parchment that have been half buried under the dead leaves. The paper looks recycled, old notes and seals intoned onto it. However, the newest graffiti to grace the pages seems to be about a man and his sister. Several of the markings visible underneath the neat handwriting are interesting, so you find a quiet place among the avenue to stop, and peruse the articles.
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The Jordan Fantastical Familiars Company? Surely you've never heard of this, nor any summoner in a small town outside of Concordia, but now that you know they do exist, perhaps you'll find out more. Leaving the handmade article where you read it, you leave, wondering how many people before you had left with all the same questions that you're asking now.
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The Jordan Fantastical Familiars Company? Surely you've never heard of this, nor any summoner in a small town outside of Concordia, but now that you know they do exist, perhaps you'll find out more. Leaving the handmade article where you read it, you leave, wondering how many people before you had left with all the same questions that you're asking now.