Miranda mused at the pixies flying into her home. She has always liked living by the pixies and being neighbors near Luka and Kelmo in near Iantown way.
Glancing upon her books, Miranda finds the tales and stories of A Toast to the White, The Knights Code, Saving the Temple, KSS charter, The Lay of Lethius, and a seashell scribed by Blind Otto. His words said, " Hold this seashell up to ye ear and ye will always be brought back to the sounds and memories, of Wintermoor."
Suddenly her eyes glance upon a pen made by Ginsu for Aeric Horn, and Miranda's eyes grew moist with tears. Her once strong male knights & leaders of the Virtues and Justice, have long since left this world.
Who or what am I but some half breed cross of my past, and our past oft molds us into whom we became along the way in our lives. I am but a product of WinterMyth, a child of Wintermoor and KSS and a child of old Myth town village, of knights whom wore silver and blue fighting for justice and the Virtues, yet also part of one of those knights Aeric, whom formed Guardians of Myth of blaze and red robes.
Where do "I" even belong ? Miranda pondered.
After much deep contemplation, there is only one answer that keeps coming into my heart and mind, I am WINTER ^MYTH, a citizen of Wintermoor Pass once full of life and death and KSS, leading out to it's neighbors, Guardians of MYTH town village once a pretty large village too, & maybe I one of the few remaining, as an odd lone *halfbreed* left, of my kind, perhaps.
Miranda packs up her belongings, and moves back out to the very remote olde MYTH town village with it's passageway to olde Wintermoor and begins to set up housekeeping, a guild hall and duel pit, and vendor shops, to carry the blessed home.
This is whom "I" am, a once Knighted crafter product of a Winter^Myth.
No one's left but me, I will carry their tales and their torch.
I bury my dead and I will sing out their names !
I won't give up, I won't !
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Glancing upon her books, Miranda finds the tales and stories of A Toast to the White, The Knights Code, Saving the Temple, KSS charter, The Lay of Lethius, and a seashell scribed by Blind Otto. His words said, " Hold this seashell up to ye ear and ye will always be brought back to the sounds and memories, of Wintermoor."
Suddenly her eyes glance upon a pen made by Ginsu for Aeric Horn, and Miranda's eyes grew moist with tears. Her once strong male knights & leaders of the Virtues and Justice, have long since left this world.
Who or what am I but some half breed cross of my past, and our past oft molds us into whom we became along the way in our lives. I am but a product of WinterMyth, a child of Wintermoor and KSS and a child of old Myth town village, of knights whom wore silver and blue fighting for justice and the Virtues, yet also part of one of those knights Aeric, whom formed Guardians of Myth of blaze and red robes.
Where do "I" even belong ? Miranda pondered.
After much deep contemplation, there is only one answer that keeps coming into my heart and mind, I am WINTER ^MYTH, a citizen of Wintermoor Pass once full of life and death and KSS, leading out to it's neighbors, Guardians of MYTH town village once a pretty large village too, & maybe I one of the few remaining, as an odd lone *halfbreed* left, of my kind, perhaps.
Miranda packs up her belongings, and moves back out to the very remote olde MYTH town village with it's passageway to olde Wintermoor and begins to set up housekeeping, a guild hall and duel pit, and vendor shops, to carry the blessed home.
This is whom "I" am, a once Knighted crafter product of a Winter^Myth.
No one's left but me, I will carry their tales and their torch.
I bury my dead and I will sing out their names !
I won't give up, I won't !
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