In the Void, We are Reborn.

[Morg.]

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Throught the passage of the years those who live in the dark slowly mutated to better suit it.
The light almost became different, it seemed to burn our skins onto touch, we started to despise it.

But the light always found a way to hurt us, was it throught cracks onto the caverns or a knight who ventured onto the night.

Either throught victory or defeat, story marked our flesh, slowed us down, made some of us weak.
We know that the light has many ways to heal those who enjoy to bath onto it's burning power.

But in the places most devoided of light, of anything.
There shall be our own new chance to get back up, to close the wounds created by the light.

We won't stay down.

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Attendees: Heinrik Tyranny, Sting Yellow Jacket, Some other peeps of the darkness.

Risk: To cure some injuries we shall have a high risk of getting some new ones! Maybe even a chance of not comming back. (TBD) 
Tone: Void, Darkness, Dread, Ancient Powers.
Rewards: A chance for Yellow and maybe some others to cure some old perms.
DM: Searching, Dm Morg#6666

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