Post by FOF ADMIN on Feb 19, 2010 11:02:36 GMT 12
Peace? There is no peace. Danger is always lurking. It hides in the fog, like doubts in your heart. And strikes when you least expect it, claiming righteousness.
Let me tell you of a world,
A world from the Book of the Dead.
Across this world roams the Myst
Slithering, pining, moaning...
Waiting.
It waits for the "perfect" one,
The one whose brilliance will burn the misery away.
Yes, this is the world of Valmordia. The world of the Myst.
The Myst that inhabits this once-peaceful land. It rolls across the oceans, caps the snowy mountains, and darkens even the hottest desert. It's watching. Waiting. Few have lived to hear the cries that it gives, heard only in story and fable...
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