The Life Forms
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You ask it directly, exactly who and what it is. In your mind something this Holy cannot possibly find its resdience here...., could it? (For those unimpressed, you only wish to know what this floating mist-taken-form is truely).
It smiles at you benignly and speaks again in an achingly beautiful voice:
I am Azreal of the Spectral Clan Moon-spire. I am neither truely alive nor dead. I am a creature of Flux and a being of the Ortis Cloud. What you see is what you see, dear Traveler, for what you see is what we are. We can neither hide nor deny what you make us as in your own mind, for we take the shape of what you belive is benign and good. This is what we are. We are a group of individuals, yet connected to the Greater Reality by all that is Kind and Loving. Ours is the very Nature of Love, Nuturing, and Life in its highest forms. we are not a violent Race, yet neither do we condone violence towards our own.
If you are here to invade us, we will not allow you to pass. For yours is a mission wrought of greed, pain, and conquest. If you lie to us, we will never trust you again. It is that simple.
Yet be you traveling to the Home Realm of Tir' Kna' Torrick for proper reasons, we will aide you however we can. It is our sworn duty to the Great All-Power, and our purpose in Life to help those most in need. So I ask again...., How may We help you?
What is your Choice Captian?
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Ask Them for Help
Ask For Directions |
Stammer and Blabber
about Holy-ness and Stuff Ah..., hmmn.., uhmn? |
