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At such an hour, in such a setting on the island of Gozo, Lelah, Veval, Nalnk, stood-perhaps no names that are familiar,,atlantica gold, or as it is commonly written, which in the table of Darker Age forenames, are now lost to humanity, not a hopeless task, however, to try and find these same names in literature once held sacred at the Alexandrian Library in Alexandra, Egypt, in 391 AD.
And so they stood there, these three Darker Aged beings, is reverie-on the footpath they had taken, as other tribes of a similar kind were coming in an opposite direction, to meet at a point nearby from where they stood. These were strange beings, tall with pale,sro gold, skin, strongly built, of no certain age, head looking about in a preoccupied manner as if unknown eyes may be watching them, and the dusk in their hair rated with insects, and on their faces showed like a mass of creepy-crawly bugs, mosquitoes, and larvae. They swung their long forearms, swatting flies, and sweating.
They were all gathering on this trail to meet one another, as if common enough to the likes of one another, as if from another era or end of an era, and these were the ones which fitted the primeval environment.
All three, Lelah, Veval, Nalnk, were,dofus kamas, of an elderly more robust stock, a stocky bent horde. They gnarled at the group with the shambling shoulders, who bore a clumsy walk, as neared twilight, they knew them, and they were of a lighter skin, yellow-eyed race, they were from the wilds of the Magog.
The three men were very close to one another, as several of the Magog-men's head jerked up, and appeared to be aware who the three were, stepping out of the trail with arms thrown out in an unusual motion-denoting fear, and peace at the same time, also recognition. For a long moment, the several stood dead in anticipation, no actions at all. And a female approached, she was called the Great Mother, and she moved into the psyche of each,RIFT platinum, and every one that stood-unmoved, all ten-beings, and perhaps even the horde behind them. They were all sensitive, more open to her influence than one another's.
One of the seven said in a murmur, "She's returning."
It would have seemed from that remark; the pendulum was turning away from the high point of her consciousness of being who she was at one time. They were coming out of an ancient culture; everyone could sense her power: her arms moved out in two directions, telling each of those ten-minds, you live on one of two lines: the life-death line or the spiritual line, and if they would not listen to her, she'd send for the Death-Mother. They,metin2 money, could feel she had the power of good and evil, more so than them, as of now she was near her centre. Likewise she knew if she vented her powers her radiation that would leave her, if it turned back on her, she'd turn into stone, consequently she was careful how she approached.