| Subject: The Rise of the Golden Dawn |
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Golden Dawn
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Date Posted: 17:21:18 05/27/02 Mon
From amdist between two pillars hobbles in an old man. Or he seems to hobble. In truth, despite his cane and gold thread robes, his long beard and balding head, he seems as spry as young man.There are o wrinkles on his hands, and those on his face are more deep laugh lines than old age folds. His staff is an unremarkable gnarled oak staff, and everywhere it hits the ground the flagstone lights up from within with soft glow.From amidst his white hair he looks up toward Crimson Night, one eye full of moonlight, the pther starlight, and his smile like thirty-two stars all in a row.he looks to her and chuckles, swinging his staff to point to her, a small trail of light blazing behind the tip of the staff like a comet. He points and continues to grin.
"Ah, Crimson Night! It has been ages and ages, and yet...no time at all! This is not your doing is it, eh? Let me see...It smells...it smells of light reflecting of waving grass and swaying trees. Jade! Jade Noon, where are you!"
He spins a full circle, looking for his fellow Guardian, stopping with clang of his staff on the flagstones, sending heatless yellow sparks from the impact.
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