It means just that, that the post has been lost and can't be recovered. There's a bunch that were lost from when the site was hacked a little while ago.
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What? I can answer mortals on this board too. I just rarely choose to do so, that's all.
Talia, you need not bother. Allow me. *bows gallantly*
The whole thing began in a cottage on a shore A woman cried and her husband swore With all gold spent on a boat that sunk They both went mad, and they both got drunk
Night turned to day, thus forgotten was the past So little they knew about their dream fullfilled at last As time stuggled on, they followed with haste Their hopes grew bigger, and so did her waist
Then one night none but few got to sleep For something had woken the Goddess of the deep And so a child, as ugly as can be Was born in a fishy little cottage near the sea
As years passed on by, he grew up on that shore And old men oft tought him the fisherman's lore But this little child did not mind what he learned So the teachers grew weary and non less concerned
Before he could rebel they made up a plan To make this young rascal a cunning young man For no one had ever stood up to their tribe In this case they needed to grant him a bribe
They promised him fortune and a lady so fair That people she talked to would crumble in dispair This Lady were trapped in the depths of the sea And fishing was meant as a way to set her free
But young as he was, around 18 or so He didn't mind ladies that deep down below Instead he'd go strolling about upon land For tired he grew of the fish and the sand
And further away he would go every day The villagers saw this but could nothing say In the end he would only return for the fish For he would not last if he gave up that dish
His dad who so often awaited his son Discoverd one day that his son was undone The young man had not come to eat for a week And everyone knew that this drained their physique
Thus life carried on in the village on shore But two of the townfolks was happy no more The son had by chance gotten lost in the heat And cought himself walking on weary old feet
Away from the water, across a strange land He walked and he withered, unable to stand While waiting for nothing the dessert grew cold He lied there and watched all the stars oh so old
How long he had been there he knew not himself But rescued he was by a traveling elf This strange looking fellow belonged in the sand And didn't mind lending a strong helping hand
He gave him some fruit that he'd searched for and found And took him some place not too widely renowned The town was Azhorhria, and there he found peace Untill lack of the fishmeat struck hard, like disease
His hearing grew duller, his strength went away His body was shaking and colors turned gray His stomach went ill but he wanted to eat He'd rather bear with it than admitting defeat
Then one day the elf left, and without knowing why They gave him a goat and then told him goodbye The truth was that they could not care for his health For Azhorhrian people were men of small wealth
So into the dessert he walked once again But this time awaiting the rare dessert rain The rainclouds would grant him chance to survive Until his old townfolks could watch him arrive
So anxious he was, to see his old home But desserts are tricky, and way off he'd roam This young man's adventure was guided by fate And home coming parties were ever to wait
The goat gave him milk, and meat when it died But lonely it left him. "So lonely!" he cried Depresion was clearing its way in his mind He realized life is a mess to unwind
Though lonely he made it out, all safe and sound And came to a place where no sand could be found Instead there was plains and large barrens ahead The land looked all stagnant and filled him with dread
The only thing present was darkness and fear The air was as thick as the night sky was clear Ahead lay a tower alone in the dark The entrance a withered, powerful arc
His only one chance would be in that dark place Salvation or doom lay in front of his face So towards it he went, away from the world The wind started blowing, and in he was hurled
The room was not big, with old books all around It seemed like a lifetime of work on the ground The walls, full of candles was blazing with light But all of the candles were yet to ignite
Illix flinched as a man crashed through the window, just barely catching the orc's reply... but that was all she needed to know that Grunok was in fact the Orc.
She quickly made her way over to where the man had landed, to tell this Grunok about the message.
"Um, excuse me Grunok, but--" at that moment the crystal in he pocket shattered, releasing a powerful flash of light. when the flash receded Illix was gone and in her place there was nothing left but a small case and a note that read:
Grunok, congratulations on becoming a member. I figured you'd be getting plenty of gifts, and thought that I'd get something the two of you could both use... Say hi to her for me and Douglas.
In small font on the case there was merely "War Paint- Add Some Concussive Force to your look"
Illix awoke in a field with a pounding headache. She remembered what had happened, the flash of light, and started cursing whoever gave her the note whe she felt a lump in her pocket. She reached in and found a note wrapped around a rock:
Here's the reward I promised. Next time, make sure it's a GOOD reward.
At that point, Illix resumed cursing whoever'd sent her the note in the first place... with far more colorful language than should ever be repeated.
Illix was still amazed as she stared at the paper in her hand. It had been brought to her on the breeze, yet... it was addressed to her. It held instructions which she found most odd, and a promise of a reward. Not one to turn down a reward, especially one for tasks this simple, she decided to question the paper later, and quickly pocketed it.
As she read the letter to herself, a figure reappeared briefly in the shadows. A sly smirk grew on his face as he watched her, remembering what his- for it was he who'd written it- note had said:
Illix Rosethorn, I have but a humble request of you. A dear friend of mine is having a celebration thrown in his honor and I, busy as I am, cannot attend. Therefore, I request that you please go in my stead, and deliver to my friend, Grunok, a gift. The gift is hidden somewhere en route to the meeting place... I assure you, you will know it when you see it.
After that he'd written instructions for her to follow, and signed the letter with a false name that he knew would be recognisable by a mere few, select aquaintances at the party. As he watched Illix head off on his task, he quickly vanished leaving only a patch of thick, black smoke.
Illix walked, following the path the note had described. It wasn't a long journey, but long enough for her to be late, according to the time provided on the note. She did make it there, however, before the party had ended, albeit the gift had somehow eluded her. She pocketted the note as she headed for the door, and felt a lump... somehow a small crystal with a note attached has been placed in her pocket, without her knowing. She found this most distressing, but clearly this was a gift for this friend- "Grunok" as the note had called him- and not intended to harm her. She entered the building and looked around, but didn't recognise anyone in the gathering. Just as well, she'd made enemies in her life, she'd rather be anonymous than hated.
However, this posed a problem. Neither note had stated who this "Grunok" was. illix decided to do what she usually did in a group of people she didn't know. Shout.
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