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| Freedome We run free... We are free... A land of no fear, A land of no war, A land of Freedom. All we ask is this: Keep our land of freedom free. We have one ruler, and that is ourselfs. |
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| So now it's up to you: Stay or Leave. Take your time, this is important to your future, and chose wisly, for the Greeter of Peace isn't kind to the workers of the Breaker of Peace. |
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| A wisper greats you with a kiss of the air, *Hello* it chimes, *Welcome to the Lands of Freedome. You may join us on one term: Don't try to rule this land, each horse here rules it's sels and that is the way it should be.* The wisper was not a horse, but the greeter of peace, she holds no figure and will only be seen when she wishes to be seen... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| You see a stag(male deer) approching, he stops and looks over at you before he glids over to stnd beside you. He begins to speak to you, ...Welcome stranger...as you listen you hear is voice is deep, yet pleasing to listen to ...I see you have heared the Greeter of Peace. I am called Hart, I keeper of the Battling grounds and the Territories here. If you have any questions concerning those areas please stop into my lands...With that the stag glides away to his lands... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| A doe appears from the forest with a smile on her face at seeing a newcomer...Hello...She says in her sweet voice the sounded like a gentle stream trickling down some rockes... You have meet my mate, Hart. I am Hinda, the keeper of the Foaling grounds and the common meeting place. I too can be reached at Hart's lands if you need an answer to a question...She smiles again and dissapears into the forest without another wisper. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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