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| Topic Started: Tue Apr 20, 2010 3:38 am (55 Views) | |
| Edward A. Wolfram | Tue Apr 20, 2010 3:38 am Post #1 |
 
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The ruins of the Ancient City were... boring. They never changed, no matter how often Wolfram came here, and he was yet to find any sign of life. No bones, no clothing, no food - no bandits or creatures, nothing. The whole place was... empty. But not empty in the way Taras now was, empty in the way a canvas left blank in a corner was. There was so much this place could hold; so much hustle and bustle that could house others. The refugees could even be moved here! But no, of course not, people were much to thrilled by their stories of ghosts and the past to dare look to the future. Wolfram rested a hand on a single pillar, sighing lightly to himself. It was amusing to think a few years ago he'd wanted to have a home here; somewhere quiet and secluded. In a way he still did, and it held the same appeal, but after spending days walking here he'd hoped for a little more. Especially with spring looming. Hm. Perhaps he'd manage to run into one of those 'ghosts'... Hah. |
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