Re: [MP Game] The Eye of Chaos
The years passed swiftly under the mountain as the Smiths of Ulm plied their craft. It was not a good era, the people often went hungry. There was also no focus - no purpose - no hope. Yet from his forge far to the east, Pug felt the silent cry of his people. Sliding his Anvil into the pouch at his side and slinging his massive hammer, Throg, over his shoulder, Pug moved West. When the people of Ulm saw him, they knew him as the True Smith. They bowed stiff necks and kneeled before their new master. It was the beginning of a new era for Ulm.
~Aldin
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He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small,
That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all
~James Graham
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