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The Chronicles of Dome-Wyrd: 0

Ghloth_AO: Entry #0

To whom the fate of a once prosperous land may concern.
Year: 1700, 
The end of the Third Age.

 What lies before you, is a universe, you have never known, I write to you, lucky mortal. You might even find yourself curious, alas my reader, I know you already have questions, I detect these things like bright balls of tiny light. 

It matters not, who I am, but what I am, although, I will share with you my name. Ghloth, The Astral Observer. As for what my dear human, that will come.. one day.

 The universe I speak of, it’s name, is Dome-Wyrd. All things beautiful come with a heavy-burden. While I could tell you of many things. For example, the great inferno that not only ended, but viciously incinerated the second age. 

 As i have learned from mortals such as, Manis Furin! The miniature-king-of-madness! A boy-of-a-king, but i digress, he was fierce, relentless, and a ravishingly good story-teller. 

And as he was a grand story-teller, he always knew great stories, always have gloriously promising beginnings. 

 even if a miasmic evil swallowed the dark existence of the first moments of creation, coloring the origin of reality. 

In a vile toxin that proved far, far too powerful for even The Gods. The things the mortals were led to worship, were even weaker than they were, throughout the endless horror of the Second Age.  

       -Ghloth, The Astral Observer.

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