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The cleric had reached his end. Heart overloaded, he contemplated giving in. Doyle quickly came to inspire as sponsor should, duty bound. But which profession would better suit him? Warrior, Rogue, or Enchanter - none fit very well. So, Rein leaned a weary head against that godly statue and dwelled ...

Sitting beside another monument Looking back to a lifetime spent Defending our land of Valorn- Bodies bloodied, split and torn Parry, Deflect - We must reflect If we seek to earn the god's respect Th cry arrives and so we rise From our seats at Jeffrey's side Some, for glory do battle Others merely ...

*scribbled out*

Battle of the Light 'Twas a normal day People talking, Folks at play. Urk 'n Asrai with ale, Others come and go and Az telling tales. Suddenly, with no warn The ground did shake - no raid no swarm We looked about in awe, Some of us to our feet, our courage raw. A crash of splitting rock, Tore our s...

**scratches out a bit on the original flier and writes a new date**

'Ello to all my fellow adventurers in the lands of Trinald! I am Damien Reineer, but my friends call me Rein... In my short time here I've heard some interesting tales and some bits of poetry, some of which was very good indeed. This inspired me to write, except... that just wasn't good enough this ...

A few moons back, I was carefully working my way across the iron bridge, near the mill. My purpose was general in nature and dual-fold. I had taken it upon myself to verify the structural integrity as iron generally rusts over time and becomes dangerous, at the same time I was carefully eradicating ...

Winter Desolation


Damien Reineer - 180616