Saturday, January 23, 2010

Harvest of the Void--Defeated

Magic, reinforced by the blessing of steam.
Cavalry ride with men made of steel.
Shields deflected both arrow and bullet.
Rumors of conquest escaped the lips of corrupt politicians.
Six lands were in the state of cold war.
Advancement was the world's pursuit.
Greedy nations drained the realm of its lifeblood.
It cried out. . . there were few who could hear it.

This was Rasa. This was your home.

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