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| "As I stand here, looking over the beautiful sunset that glows over the San d'Orian horizon, I begin to remember everything that has brought me here. As I stand tall on the peak of what was once a feared Orc stronghold, Fort Ghelsba with my faithful wyvern, Cerulean by my side, everything seems so peaceful. But it wasn't always this way." |
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| "My name is Makari Julias Ravana, I was born on Firesday, the 13th 863 in Tavnazia, the red moon was full that night. My father, a Paladin of Bastok assigned in the aid of San d'Oria during the great war. My mother a White Mage who spent most of her life in Windurst was always by his side." |
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| "The nights leading to my birth were calm in the hidden away region of Tavnazia, almost as though peace had spread through Vana'diel, but it didn't last, just 3 days after I was born, on Windsday, Tavnazias defences were breached by the Orcish warriors. The last of San d'Orias outer safeholds fell. The city was reduced to ashes, and my parants fought to the last breath defending the city." |
| To Be Continued... |
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