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→Astrolabe 27: Tuurem
Oct. 19th, 2009 10:08 amI saw the reason that Seol never did take me here, down there, upon the ground.
There aren't any gardens. There aren't any candles around the temple. There are still flames, though, big ones in the middle of the bones of the buildings. The Lost Ones lay down their bows and knives and smoke their fresh-caught roast: the fatty arm of a dark-skinned draenei.
There they are, eating my home.
I hate them.
There aren't any gardens. There aren't any candles around the temple. There are still flames, though, big ones in the middle of the bones of the buildings. The Lost Ones lay down their bows and knives and smoke their fresh-caught roast: the fatty arm of a dark-skinned draenei.
There they are, eating my home.
I hate them.
Astrolabe 26 ← Astrolabe 27 → Seol 53