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'GOOD PEOPLE OF ZUTHAI GATHER ROUND!' tap 'THE DEVILSPAWN THAT AIDED THE TERRIBLE MAGES AT THE TOWER OF DERGE ONLY A YEAR AGO WALK AMONG US!' tap tap 'STILL AS IN SHADOWS! THE ELVES, AND THOSE OF QUEER OUTCROPPINGS WITH MAGIC NOT UNLIKE THAT TOWER' tap tap tap ' WITHOUT REMORSE OR RECOMPENSE FOR THEIR PART IN OUR DAMNED ETERNAL WINTER' tap tap tap tap 'WHAT SHALL WE DO IN SUCH TIMES GOOD PEOPLE? EVEN NOW AS OUR VENERABLE TEMPLARS MARCH TO BURN THE ACCURSED ELVEN KINGDOM OF WUTHER FOR THEIR CRIMES WHAT DO WE DO? SIT AND PRAY TO OUR DEAD GODS? GROVEL AT THE FEET OF KINGS THAT ONCE HELD POWER? WE STARVE AND FREEZE BECAUSE WE NEVER DID WHAT WE NEEDED TO DO DECADES AGO' i stared into the now stone face that man...that man, Sir Gerald, he started the movement that fractured unity post tower collapse, his militias hunted and bled non-mortals...my aunt believed in peace, that gorgons, can live with humanity, she hid me before they took her, told me to run to the old tombs by the sea. i almost froze before i got there and realized i was followed 'sins are repaid at the altar, snake, what would your aunt say? she was willing to repent' Sir Gerald said, behind him the hunters, even i boy i knew, he was sweet to me on occassion, but now his eyes... i was 15, cold, starved, and i...i proved them right, i petrified all of them...i hate him...I HATE HIM!! even now he mocks me 10 years laters frozen in stone with his band of hunters...i wail, no one but the wind to hear me now...