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Post by Lord Greevon on Sept 29, 2012 22:04:16 GMT -5
Primordial clouds of sulfur loom in a darkening sky. The unmentionably large sister moons of Mondath struggle for room among the ancient stars. A history of erratic violence, reaching aeons into the past, still consumes the world. Raging oceans span the mislaid planet, leaving twisted tongues of dry land to weep in solitude. Crimson waves roll and break against scarred cliff faces and weary sands. The waters, like a crawling chaos, slowly devour the land inch by inch, grain by grain. Eeking out it's existance among the immeasurable oceans of red, paying a small tithe every wave, the land still holds hope that the alien waters will recede, giving way to valleys and mountains that were once claimed by the realm of soil. On one sliver of land...
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