Velkommen. vi alle sover alt er ikke tapt men kreklingene har ikke klart å vekke oss. Velkommen. jeg er ikke håpløst men kulden veier tungt på meg. Velkommen..... men kan det være Jesus Kristus hjelpe oss.
Rock Paper Scissors Now my knuckles bleed from paper cuts. Rock paper scissors My fingers were mutilated by doubled knives. Rock paper scissors A rock split my skull open. My arrogant heart Learnt that day to never Bet on a life. I hope the ones who taught me how to gamble my soul away are happy. [...]
This is, quite literally, nothing more than a brief summarisation of general knowledge concerning the respective inhabited Realms: Asphydor (Ëorda): Currency: Varies, but the Draðr has profoundly penetrated to other Realms as well Inhabitants (as of the time of this writing): Many Men; a few Glimmdrad remaining from the old councils of long ago, many [...]