Whispers in the Mists

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Deep within the encampment to the west, the shrouded woman in black and green sat in front of her tent sorting through her belongings. There she pulled out an old book, a journal and began sifting through the pages.










The woman turns the page, then looks at the previous one, then turns it fully staring at the blank pages. Nothing was written beyond that last entry, it was then she realized the whispers were a thing of the past, as the mists brought her to a new purpose. The same fight, different lands among a different order. Gods existed in this one, one in particular she was introduced to as Ezra.

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Within the towering oak tree, the soft sound of quill to parchment is heard in the dead of night as the shrouded woman sits on the lowest branch making her entries

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A new journal entry made, the first page is written in elegant common, while the second is written in New Krytan to avoid prying eyes.