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((lol....))

[Malum]

((Oh yeah! Spelling, that word... there were a few spelling errors))

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((I noticed but thanks 4 telling me and Merry Christmas. *whisper* Don't drink too much eggnog*whisper*))

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((Merry christmas!))

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((EGGNOG! WHERE!?))

[phillipisrules]

((We spam... A lot...))

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((I've noticed... maybe I should start cracking down on that...))

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From the wild lake country of North Eldwold, he called to him the Black Sawn of Tirlith, the great-winged, golden-eyed bird that had carried the third daughter of King Merroc on its back away from the stone tower where she was held captive. He sent the powerful, silent thread of his call into the deep, thick forests on the other side of Eld, where no man had ever gone and returned, and caught like a salmon the red-eyed, white-tusked Boar Cyrin, who could sing ballads like a harpist, and who knew the answers to all riddles save one. From the dark, silent heart of the Mountain itself, Myk brought Gyld, the green-winged dragon, whose mind, dreaming for centuries over the cold fire of gold, woke sleepily, pleasurably, to the sound of its name in the half-forgetton song Myk sent crooning into the darkness. Coaxing a handful of ancient jewels from the dragon, Myk built a house of white, polished stone among the tall pines, and a great garden for the animals enclosed within the ring of stone wall and iron-wrought gates. Into that house he took eventually a mountain girl with few words and no fear either of animals or their keeper. She was of poor family, with tangled hair and muscled arms, and she was in Myk's household things that others saw perhaps once in their lives in a line of old poetry or in a harpist's tale.

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She bore Myk a son with two black eyes, who learned to stand silent as a dead tree while Myk called. Myk taught him to read the ancient ballads and legends in the books he collected, taught him o send the call of a half-forgotten name across the whole world of Eldwold and the lands beyond, taught him to wait in silence, in patience for weeks, months or years until the moment when the shock of the call would flame in the strange powerful, startled mind of the animal that owned name. When Myk went out of himself forever, sitting silent in the moonlight, his son Ogam continued the collection.

[Malum]

((A little confusing with all the names at once but good.))

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((..Yip-ee...thnx))