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Dominov
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The Prophet
First, note that this story is based upon something the Oracle tells you. You might not understand if you haven't heard it. Second, I'm posting this in very small, bitesized pieces.
Our story starts 400 years before the time of the greatest hero, when a shrewd trader was traveling through Witchwood. The trader was wondering what he would be buying in Knothole Glade, for he had decided that he would take a long break from trading, and had finally built up the gold to do it, which he stored in his pack, concealed in a dozen different hiding places. But suddenly, he heard ahead of him the sounds of a waiting bandit gang. The trader tried to flee, but they heard his running feet and attacked. The trader was able to get some way away, escaping deep into Witchwood. But the bandits caught him. They laughed at his cries for help, and left him on the ground, soon to die. They stole everything, and left him destitute, when he was prepared to become a rich man. The trader began crawling, for his fleeing from the bandits had taken him far away from any road, and he could not simply wait for someone to find him. And this is how we find him, crawling in the dirt, hoping that he is saved. Now he, in turn, finds off in the distance a white, glowing fog. The trader crawls toward it, knowing that anything is better than this endless forest and his fatal wound. As he crawls, he begins to feel more hopeful, knowing that either he would soon be rescued or he would soon die and either way, he would be released from this pitiful state. When the trader finally reaches the fog, his wound decides that this is the time for him to die. He does so; not knowing what was about to happen to him.
First, note that this story is based upon something the Oracle tells you. You might not understand if you haven't heard it. Second, I'm posting this in very small, bitesized pieces.
Our story starts 400 years before the time of the greatest hero, when a shrewd trader was traveling through Witchwood. The trader was wondering what he would be buying in Knothole Glade, for he had decided that he would take a long break from trading, and had finally built up the gold to do it, which he stored in his pack, concealed in a dozen different hiding places. But suddenly, he heard ahead of him the sounds of a waiting bandit gang. The trader tried to flee, but they heard his running feet and attacked. The trader was able to get some way away, escaping deep into Witchwood. But the bandits caught him. They laughed at his cries for help, and left him on the ground, soon to die. They stole everything, and left him destitute, when he was prepared to become a rich man. The trader began crawling, for his fleeing from the bandits had taken him far away from any road, and he could not simply wait for someone to find him. And this is how we find him, crawling in the dirt, hoping that he is saved. Now he, in turn, finds off in the distance a white, glowing fog. The trader crawls toward it, knowing that anything is better than this endless forest and his fatal wound. As he crawls, he begins to feel more hopeful, knowing that either he would soon be rescued or he would soon die and either way, he would be released from this pitiful state. When the trader finally reaches the fog, his wound decides that this is the time for him to die. He does so; not knowing what was about to happen to him.
