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O great Sunfather, I come to you with a weary heart. Everywhere I turn, I see your people's minds corrupt with greed, pride, vanity, and envy, rather than full of your light and love. I confess that I too have had my pride wounded in your service and that I envy your Priests and Priestess of the...

Somewhere Near Vel Stratholm Edric stood in the small field, his eyes set on the farmhouse which lay just beyond the expanse of the green surrounding him. Wind gently brushed over the grass, sending wave like ripples through every blade. He frowned for a brief moment, remembering the Archon's...