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| By: Ayleth Posted on: October 12, 2010
| | #redirect [[Red Fog (Bardic)]] |
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| When one comes across that fog, that wonderful red fog
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| One can't help but wonder if there is a log
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| Of the events that transpired to create that fog so red,
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| And the city of Evil that people refer to with much dread.
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| Well please take a seat and listen to this story I'll tell,
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| Of three Divine so entrapturing you'll be under Their spell.
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| There were two Elder Gods in the Garden of old,
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| Evil and the Malefactor were a sight to behold.
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| Lord Shaitan had absorbed Lord Apollyon's essence,
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| A new body, He had created with a little patience.
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| Lord Sartan the God of Evil has emerged anew,
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| Gaining followers from far and wide, Evil they persue.
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| For plans unknown, a Goddess He had defiled,
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| By three Divine's power was the Malevolent One exiled.
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| Imprisoned under a mountain by the will of the Smith,
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| His Divine Essence had warped the isle, according to myth.
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| Now known by one name; the name of Sartan's Isle,
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| A red fog had creeped up, spreading more than a mile.
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| Along with the fog, came a number of things,
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| Daemons, and vicious beasts, fear they may bring.
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| Essence of Sartan, His followers found out,
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| That was the fog they were all talking about.
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| On the mountain there was a large, pointy rock,
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| The Sartai decided that it was here they would flock.
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| Upon arrival, their bodies they impaled with devotion,
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| The fog seemed to spread farther, leaving forestal faces ashen.
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| For the red fog that was found to be Sartan's Essence,
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| Was toxic to the plants, for the forestals this was a grievance.
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| For the plantlife that they had come to love and pick,
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| Was being destroyed by a fog that made them sick.
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| After finding a way to fight that fog, that wonderful red fog,
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| Something had happened, something that will end this prologue.
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| Lord Sartan had formed a new body, He had once again risen,
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| Escaping from the Lord Smith's will, from that mountainous prison,
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| The Malevolent One's divine essence, the fog, had drawn back,
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| Remaining on Sartan's Isle, in a state somewhat slack.
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| Mhaldor was founded by one of the Infernal Knights,
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| Lord Kaelin was his name, his life full of might.
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| Circa 326 AF, there was a small tragedy, something dire,
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| A small divine child, Lord Sartan did acquire.
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| Lord Pandemonium was this child He took from His parents,
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| The Goddess of Chaos, and the God of War this was apparent.
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| Binding him to the fissure found in the above Fortress,
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| Lord Sartan had a plan, to revive a certain mistress.
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| The demon general that had served in the Chaos Wars,
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| Was soon to become a Divine to the very core.
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| Feeding off the child's essence, did She attain this power divine,
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| Becoming the Lady of Sin, it was Her turn to shine.
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| Decades later, in the month of Scarlatan, year 396,
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| Lord Sartan made a decision, that would always stick.
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| To more successively, spread word of Evil across the land,
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| To make His followers so much easier to command,
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| Why not seperate into the two Gods of Old,
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| To give Them Their own realms for Themselves to mold?
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| Having his citizens find the one item that He would need,
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| He didn't care if the Shallamese had to bleed.
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| Upon the discovery of the pendant so dear,
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| Did He call upon Vengence for an event that was near.
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| With Her help did He split into two Elder Gods once more,
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| Their own Realms They had, a new dawn on the shore.
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| Lord Shaitan, God of Oppression was once again here,
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| Lord Apollyon the Suffering was once again near.
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| Reclaiming Their spots in the Garden that was new,
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| Gaining followers who would strengthen and spread Their views.
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| Claiming the city of Mhaldor, that city found on that foggy red isle,
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| Rotating Their roles with each Sarapin Sacrifice on that isle...
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| When one comes across that fog, that wonderful red fog
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| One can't help but wonder if there is a log
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| Of the events that transpired to create that fog so red,
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| And the city of Evil that people refer to with much dread.
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| You have heard the tale that I spun, the one I would tell,
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| About the three Divine of Mhaldor, who have you under Their spell.
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