I hate my hands!
Not ImpressedI'm ready to imaple myself with my pencil.
Arg. Yes, arg.
My hands just aren't working. Maybe I trade them in, hrmmmm? A secong hand hand store around here anywhere?
*dies*
The Dragon Born: PrologueThe Dragon BornThe Dragon Born: Prologue
Prologue: Fire Night
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It was the twelfth watch of the night and all was silent in the Temple of Akatosh.
Torches burned quietly in their sconces and thousands of candles flickered like an earthbound sea of stars, placed by the altar-well in prayer by the faithful peoples of Kvatch. High above the great grey stone arches loomed through the darkness, all heavily engraved with the images of Akatosh and his fellow gods. Set high in the walls were the arched windows, each a masterpiece of coloured glass, bearing an image of one of the Nine and filling the temple with a
thanks again
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