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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 13:51:23 GMT -5
"Everyone knows what happened. Plague went away. People stopped gettin' sick all the time an' now we're here." She looked back to Michael as she walked, "So do you just make these stories up? You said you read 'em but they're all just stories, aye? I mean these are just a bunch o' lost buildin's. No way to know all those names you keep usin' for things."
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 13:55:28 GMT -5
"I've seen maps," he explained. "These places have existed for hundreds of years, all of them before the plague hit. They had names before everything fell apart. What, did you call your home Hometown?"
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 14:07:58 GMT -5
"Don't be ridiculous." Mara scoffed before continuing quietly. "We just called it home. Ain't need a name, everyone was knowin' what it was. Travelers came sometimes but then they left an' that was that."
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 14:09:04 GMT -5
"Well, now you're a traveler like them. What do you think they called it? Home one? Home two? No, they probably had their own name for it, if it didn't have a name before. We're not calling this Ruins-North-Of-The-Lake," he huffed.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 14:11:12 GMT -5
"Well if it were a place o' the gods I don't think they'd be lettin' it get all haunted and ruin-y now would they? So Godsrow is just as stupid a name, ain't it?" Mara countered, "People what called it that ain't there no more."
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 14:15:03 GMT -5
"It's because it was such a holy place that it's haunted now," he retorted. "So many souls, all terrified of their fate, all hoping for some way to survive... restless spirits abound wait for us there."
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 14:20:26 GMT -5
"An' what'd the gods do? Nothin'. Seems like Ghostruins is a more proper name for it now if ya ask me." She grins, "Yup. Ghostruins. Everyone'll know just what they're gettin' when they go there."
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 14:21:48 GMT -5
Michael sighed in response, and left it at that. There was no point in arguing with the dwarf, that much was obvious. They traveled in silence like that for close to a mile, before Michael tried to speak up again. "Godsrow was an attempt at peace. Hundreds of years ago, the land of Midderus, to the East, was waging a war against Rassai. It was for stupid reasons, like all wars are usually waged for. People just can't seem to get along with one another," he shrugged.
"It was founded by a pilgrim, an emissary of Midderus. It was a humble place where people could speak in peace, under the light of their gods and be free to worship." After a small pause, he continued. "I know gods don't mean much to folks these days, but I figured you'd like to hear more about it," he said tiredly. Gone was the carefree mirth he usually spoke with. He seemed strangely tired, though they had hardly traveled long enough to warrant any of his complaints. "I wish I could've been there before the plague."
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 15:22:21 GMT -5
Mara shrugged, her eyes not on the city ahead, but on the fields around them. "I've heard stories of it from people who were told about it. I figure it is what it is though, y'know? It ain't what it was and it won't be again. Now it's just Ghostruins."
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 15:25:33 GMT -5
"But that doesn't mean its history should be ignored. When you die, do you want people to think of you as Mara, or some dead dwarf?" He sounded agitated, but caught himself once he realized it. "Ghostruins, Godsrow, whatever you call it doesn't matter. It's still a holy place, or it once was, and it deserves respect."
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 15:48:01 GMT -5
"Will respect keep the spirits away?" It wasn't a mocking question, "A place o' peace that gives shelter is worth respect. A ruin full o' angry spirits ain't though."
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 15:50:14 GMT -5
"Maybe? I'd rather try respect than hope spitting on all the statues will scare them off. I'm not that intimidating," he chuckled, his mood lightening. "We won't know until we get there, but if that's the attitude you have, I'm sure more desperate people have already swept through in the past sixty years."
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 15:54:06 GMT -5
"It's true innit? You find a place that's safe an' you're happy. I ain't takin' it for granted. Either way I guess we'll know when we get there, aye?" She picked up her pace a bit, she wasn't afraid of the ruins, she just wanted answers if there were any.
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 15:56:48 GMT -5
They were still a few hours out from the edge of the city, but there was little left to say to distract them from the task at hand. They marched to the edge of the river, then towards the West where a stone bridge still stood. From there, a road towards the city had managed to survive the years without upkeep, though some of it was overrun with vegetation. It could've been a lot worse, had this been anywhere but The Reach.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 16:01:12 GMT -5
Mara followed the road for awhile, the open field meant that there was little else she could do. Approaching the city though, she would leave the road if possible and not enter down the main thoroughfare. No point making it easy for any bandits that may be waiting, and she wasn't about to risk her life relying on one of Michael's stories.
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