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Post by The Isle of TRIAD on Jun 17, 2009 0:28:17 GMT -5
The sounds of the water lapping at the hull of the boat is both soothing and somewhat menacing, a welcome and a warning. The night-drenched mists part, exposing a corner of the Isle to the travelers who have called this ship home for quite some time now. It is the only way to reach the completely unmapped island. At long last, the boat enters the small harbor, the people disembarking in a flurry, ready to be off it. The night is alive with sounds and scents, not sullen and silent like that of the mainland. Wolves howl in the distance while the bodies of horses can be seen in the distance and high, high above in the mountainous range, the presence of magic shows like a light in the dark. In the center of the harbor sits a statue, crafted with love and reverie by whatever hands were guided by the Gods to create it. Three beasts stand, their beauty unearthly and terrifying. Words in a foreign and forgotten language are nearly faded at the base, but the just is there: these are the TRIAD, Deities of the Isle. The thestral gods watch over this land, weaving in and out of the lives of those who call their Isle home. Will you pass the test? i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/TheMADBandit/triadbutton.png
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