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Fortomyaglane
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As the sun began to go down, Ophelia and her company made camp in the Homroge Plain. The soldier they had seen on the hill vanished as soon as they tried to approach him, which was unnerving, but many considered it a trick of the light. They had been traveling for a long time, and they were hungry.
In a strange dream, Ophelia began to imagine herself as a different person, someone with a sacred heritage that had been long since forgotten. She began to dream about the times she and her sisters were in Castle Paradise, and how traumatizing it was when Natalie mysteriously disappeared. There was a loud screech, and when the Sulka ran into her room, they found her tattered clothes, not only torn to shreds, but decayed, as if they had been recently dug out of the ground.
Fortomyaglane, the captain of the Sulka, searched far and wide for the Princess Natalie, but no one was found. Fortomyaglane, being part of the Sulka, was a bird. While his reptile soldiers scoured the ground, the bird element of the Sulka gave reconnaissance information from above. Suddenly, one of the reptilians from below gave out a mighty call, and the avian element came down to the ground. Bodies of giant bees littered the ground, as if they had just attacked a giant beast. Fortomyaglane didn't know what to make of the situation, but he noticed that there was buzzing in the nearby Jala Woods. A blood-curdling scream rang out from Jala, followed by a dull thumping sound. Fortomyaglane led his soldiers down the path toward the sound, and that was last that was heard of him.
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Ancestor of Xuþy, Pt. 12
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As the story goes, Ophelia became lost and became subhuman due to the beast's call. Any human that hears it is reduced to a muted subhuman state from which they can never return. After she left the Homroge Plain and began to journey into the Jala Woods, she and her company began to act strangely. She herself had the incredible urge to cry out, even though she was not in pain. It was as if her inner soul had something to say regarding the malicious forest she was in.
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Zeffon Renton, Washington
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Don't you dare even tend to catalog what lurks ominously in the dark...
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