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		<title>Ariese: Created page with &quot;A pious man who sought to protect all those in his charge. His actions changed the fate of men and dieties alike.  == Backstory == My name is Aulis.  I was born and raised in...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;A pious man who sought to protect all those in his charge. His actions changed the fate of men and dieties alike.  == Backstory == My name is Aulis.  I was born and raised in...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pious man who sought to protect all those in his charge. His actions changed the fate of men and dieties alike.&lt;br /&gt;
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== Backstory ==&lt;br /&gt;
My name is Aulis.  I was born and raised in the Arcadia by Tatjana, my mother, and Urho, my father.  I was raised to follow the teachings of [[Nemo]] who&amp;#039;s teaching I believed to be perfect, but I was soon to realize that was not the case.  &lt;br /&gt;
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On the twentieth of Tebetu 3414 my best friend, Veil, and I were walking down a road when we saw a group of hungry children on the side of the street.  Veil didn&amp;#039;t think twice. He grabbed several loaves of what looked like bread from a nearby shop and gave it to the children.  The shop owner roared in anger as he saw this.  Veil attempted to calm the man down informing him that he was going to pay for the meal, but he was immediately jailed.  Apparently feeding what is to be a meal for the high priest to a group of orphans is punishable by imprisonment by the law.  I begged my parents to intervene on Veil&amp;#039;s behalf.  I told them that he had done nothing wrong; he had been doing the will of Nemo by feeding the orphans, but they told me he must be punished.  Veil&amp;#039;s imprisonment showed me how laws can be unfair or abused, and lawfulness is not necessarily related to righteousness.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Four years later, my parents and I took a voyage down to a forest outside of Audaxian Bay to set up a monastery to recruit followers of Nemo.  Here I met Säde, the elf who enlightened me to the truth.  She had heard of my situation with Veil, and to my shock she took my side.  She told me of one who teaches what is the truest form of righteousness, [[Nairo]].  Nairo, while not completely chaotic, does not let laws interfere with what is good and right.  I secretly devoted my study to that of Nairo, which is heresy in a monastery of Nemo.  &lt;br /&gt;
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On the 20th of Tebetu this year while I was out taking a walk to clear my head, a half elf named [[Colm]] appeared telling me he was being pursued by guards of a corrupt landlord.  I knew at once that my parents would simply turn Colm over to the guards because it was what you should lawfully do.  &amp;quot;I will not let this happen again,&amp;quot; I told myself.  I grabbed some provisions, and we took off into the forest.  So here I lie in the bough of a tree, writing this journal in hopes that one day my life will be studied and an inspiration for the followers of Nairo.  My parents do not yet know of what I have done.  I will surely be exiled by the followers of Nemo... and most likely my parents.  &lt;br /&gt;
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== Dreams ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Aulis was the recipient of many dreams, some natural, some inspired. He took to meditating to organize his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Meditations ===&lt;br /&gt;
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==== Tebetu 27 ====&lt;br /&gt;
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These last few weeks of my life have proved to be the most interesting and challenging of my life.  Nairo, please have God send his strength upon me and enable me to be a beacon of light in these dark times.  These events that have unfolded will most certainly have far reaching consequences.  There is much more going on than meets the eye.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Lord, please give [[Adlus]] the tolerance to deal with [[Doriel]]&amp;#039;s constant negativism.  I sense that Doriel&amp;#039;s soul is not quite as dark as he leads us to believe.  I will try to show Doriel the peace that you can provide through example.  I pray that you will soften his soul and let him realize there is more important matters than the accumulation, legal or otherwise, of wealth.  Ah, my friend Colm, how could I forget you during my meditations.  He has a good heart, and his music can soothe the soul.  I am glad to have met him. He is one I could have deep talks with.  I hope he shows an interest in the healing arts later as I would be overjoyed to teach him how the divine power of God can heal any wound and mend the souls of the suffering.  I am sad that our cleric friend has died, but I am also joyful that he passed on to a better place.  I am very unsure about his murderer.  His actions seem to be that of a higher calling; a calling that may be for the protection of many.  I wonder why he would have to kill a holy one to protect others.  He may just be purely evil, but then why would he spare our lives?&lt;br /&gt;
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May God reveal to us the true nature of these events and keep us safe throughout our journeys. &lt;br /&gt;
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==== Tebetu 28 ====&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Aulis begins to ponder the event of the previous night&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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How strange the concept of time is.  To everyone else in the world I was meditating a few hours ago, but for my companions and I, this day has been more like two.  It is amazing to me the power these Godyr have over time - over the very foundations of life itself.  Maybe last night was all just a strange hallucination... but no; I feel as if I had actually been there, and look at these strange items!  They are definitely not the result of a hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;An image of [[Urien]] appears in Aulis&amp;#039;s head&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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This Godyr of the Dravon is very different than I thought he would be.  Why did one who is supposed to be evil not destroy us?  And what a strange sense of humor he had!  The Godyr are more complicated than they appear.  I can not help but wonder about the true nature of Nairo.  I have studied his teachings fervently, but I have yet to encounter him.  I pray that I will be honored enough to see him at least once before I pass on into the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Aulis sees the blood dripping from Adlus as Doriel&amp;#039;s dagger pierces his shoulder&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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It seems my prayers for peace between Doriel and Adlus have been unanswered as of yet.  I am afraid if this keeps up one of them will actually slay the other.  Physical blows have been traded, insults have been thrown, and threats have been made.  I must pray more fervently for peace between my companions.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Aulis senses the smell and taste of savory beef stew&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mmmmmm..... beefy! Thanks be to Nairo for such a great meal.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Aulis hears the eerie cry &amp;quot;the bodies&amp;quot; echoing throughout his mind&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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Insanity is a terrible fate to befall anyone.  To lose one&amp;#039;s mind is worse than death.  It is a death of one&amp;#039;s self identity, a death of one&amp;#039;s rational choice, but not necessarily the death of one&amp;#039;s soul.  Does God have mercy on the insane? Are their souls reaped prematurely from their bodies to avoid the inevitable decay which one has no control over?  I know not whether it was a soulless being that aided us today, but she has lead us to the discovery of many hidden, evil things that should be eradicated.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Aulis remembers the powerful force that knocked Adlus several feet&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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Who was the being who created that terrible darkness?  I trust Doriel has a good heart, and I do not believe he would try to harm us, but he is often very misterious about what is going on.  I pray that one day he will entrust us with the knowledge of all the events that transpire throughout our adventures.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Aulis considers lord Porlane le&amp;#039; Arco&amp;#039;s offer&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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What would Nairo suggest in this situation... If Urien were to be asked he would probably say something like &amp;quot;run away from the offer.&amp;quot;  &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Exhaustion overwhelms Aulis&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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Time was never meant to be altered with... even with last night&amp;#039;s extended sleep I am feeling the effects of our adventures...&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Dream of Beginnings ===&lt;br /&gt;
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I am sitting at a bar.  Smoke hazes my vision;  several gentleman puff steadily on pipes from a table behind me.  It is unpleasant, and stings my eyes.  The walls are made of stone, limestone from the look of it.  Most likely dragged from a quarry close by.  The lamps spaced along the walls and tables cast sickly shadows against them.  I feel nauseous;  I should have gone to bed hours ago.  The red man is sitting next to me; he is talking to me.  He burns of hatred and vengeance, yet none of the other customers seem to notice.  How can they stand the heat?  I feel as if I am breaking apart, turning into dust.  I need to finish this.  &lt;br /&gt;
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The barkeep offers me poison, and I take it.  I am moving now, walking away from the corner of the inn.  The red man follows me.  He is still talking, and I taste deception from him.  It is a flavor I know well.  A man is playing on the stage.  Sensations emanate from his lute.  It is pleasant, yet tinged with pain as well.  Something else is up there with him.  I look, and see nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;A figment of my imagination, perhaps. &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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The man with the lute is green; a thick, lush color.  Life springs forth from him.  I step back from the stage.  Another man is with him.  Hazed in blue, he glances at me and I feel a familiar gaze.  The name flashes in my mind, then crumbles to dust as I reach for it.  A sudden sensation makes me look down.  I am standing on a precipitous.  Before I can fall I find my feet back on firm ground.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I am outside now.  The sky is clear of clouds, allowing the countless stars to shine down upon the earth.  A great fire rages before me as countless souls gather around.  The three men are here as well.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Their light shines, yet it pales before the darkness.  &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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A voice begins to speak to my left.  It startles me, I had not sensed anyone there.  An old man has exited a great church built in the dravic fashion.  I remember seeing it during the day, yet it is night now, and the darkness oppresses the church from all sides.  As the old man speaks a violet streak blinds my vision.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I am staring at the fire.  It is different now.  A door lies within it, and I reach out my hand to open it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then I remember the old man. The three men are standing around where the old man had been.  There is no sign of him, though a corpse lies where he once stood.  A shifting beneath my feet again.  I am falling, and something is rushing up towards me from below. &lt;br /&gt;
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I blink, and find myself standing in a cavern.  Three people face away from me.  Something emanates from them, something familiar.  Yet I cannot grasp what it is.  The red man is here, as well as blue eyes and green skin.  The red man is talking to me, yet I cannot understand him.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;The three people shift.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now they are facing us.  The red man has gone to my left, I can feel his flames hungering for my life.  My gaze is drawn to the strangers.  Their eyes drill into my skull, and I feel the pressure on my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;I am forgetting something.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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My shout begins the fight, and all other concerns blur into obscurity.  A force pushes at me.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;It is to much, and I disappear.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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From nothingness blue bleeds into my vision.  I reach out a hand and feel an answering grasp.  To late.  I shift.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Darkness now dominates my vision.  I am falling towards it, and soon I will be consumed.  As I fall, the four of us stand before a door.  I try to shout, yet no one hears me.  The door opens, and I feel the darkness reaching through.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;An answering echo crawls out from my chest. &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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In horror, I watch as I am consumed.  As my senses begin to fail, I remember what interested me about the three strangers.  They had no...&lt;br /&gt;
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A knock at the door.&lt;br /&gt;
I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;326145&amp;quot;, I mutter.&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Dream of Lucidity ===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Close eyes.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Muscles begin to relax.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Breathing slows.  Body temperature falls.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Heart slows.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Deep sleep begins.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Breathing becomes rhythmic.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Muscle paralysis sets in.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;REM sleep begins.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Heart rate increases.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Breathing becomes rapid and shallow.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Brainwaves speed up and dreaming occurs.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am standing in a forest.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look for the signs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Something is following me.  It lunges at my throat.  I try to run, but I can&amp;#039;t move.  I try to scream, yet nothing comes out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Found them.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a dream.  I recognize the signs and take control.  The monster disappears, and I can move and speak again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I banish the forest and begin summoning up the previous dream.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not here...&lt;br /&gt;
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The dream is not here.  All my dreams are stored for future observation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not mine, then.&lt;br /&gt;
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I try recreating the dream from my memories of the encounter.&lt;br /&gt;
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A room appears around me.  A knock at the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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Doriel...&lt;br /&gt;
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Doriel enters the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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He seems agitated.&lt;br /&gt;
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It started with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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I skip through the memories to a later part.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am now in Colm&amp;#039;s room.  Doriel places a coin on Colm&amp;#039;s lute.  The room turns a shade of pink as the four of us are transported to another location.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps a shared dream, then.  Doriels creation, or another party acting through him?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the last memory.&lt;br /&gt;
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Two women are sitting at a table, talking to each other.  As I walk towards them, I notice the amulets around each of their necks. &lt;br /&gt;
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The amulets pulse.  Even in the memory an impression of their power remains. &lt;br /&gt;
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Godyr...&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, another person appears behind the two women.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the women vanish, he begins to speak to Doriel. &lt;br /&gt;
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I pause the memory and examine the man.  He is hazy, as if he were actively hiding his features.  An amulet also hangs from his neck.&lt;br /&gt;
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What has Doriel gotten us into?&lt;br /&gt;
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The memory begins to play again.  He is speaking in Dravic.  He says that Doriel&amp;#039;s father is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Dravon... No, stay focused.  Is there anything else to learn?&lt;br /&gt;
He must be Urien.  A greatsword...that cements it then.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why is he here?&lt;br /&gt;
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My memories can provide no more answers. &lt;br /&gt;
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=== Dream of Silence ===&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is falling apart.  A man can only hold out for so long before the world he left begins to consume him again.  Vision&amp;#039;s have filled my mind...visions of power to send my enemy&amp;#039;s fleeing.  But at what cost?  Yet I no longer have the strength to protect my allies from the dangers ahead.  How far am I willing to fall... &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Characters]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Dara&amp;#039;s Revenge]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Matt]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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