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He stood alone, glancing out at the few bedraggled citizens who had come to listen to his nightly sermon. It was not much, he thought to himself, but it was a beginning. He scanned the faces of those gathered, searching for the common thread which bound them to his words. Most appeared poor, hungry, exhasperated. Long since faded was the light which shone in the eyes of the idealist.
These people were grasping for hope, searching for anything which would lift them from their current pitiful station. The Triumverrate, with all it's uplifting words and well intentioned actions, had clearly failed this miserable lot.
Reaching around his neck he slowly removed the Holy Symbol of Myrkul which rested upon his chest. Raising his hand, he displayed the symbol of his god proudly before the throng.
"Let me tell you of the Lord of Bones, so he may ease the suffering you endure until you reach your final rest."
As he spoke the people listened intently. A small smile crept upon his lips.
And so it begins........................
These people were grasping for hope, searching for anything which would lift them from their current pitiful station. The Triumverrate, with all it's uplifting words and well intentioned actions, had clearly failed this miserable lot.
Reaching around his neck he slowly removed the Holy Symbol of Myrkul which rested upon his chest. Raising his hand, he displayed the symbol of his god proudly before the throng.
"Let me tell you of the Lord of Bones, so he may ease the suffering you endure until you reach your final rest."
As he spoke the people listened intently. A small smile crept upon his lips.
And so it begins........................