

Ramas' FallHe walked carefully up the slick slopes of the Iron Mount. The mountains were famed for being the home of the dwarven kingdom, that could not be felled. He squinted staring defiantly at the summit, as he trudged through the hardened snow. He wanted answers to a question he hadn't even asked yet. Confused, lost, and alone, he wanted something else in his life. No more battles, no more tragedy. His silver white hair whipped in the wind as his knees buckled under his own wait. Ramas had come so far, but finally lost his will to move on. Sickened by the cold,Ramas' Fall
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Always be yourself, because those that mind, don't matter; and those that matter don't mind.
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Do not ask which creature screams in the night, Do not question who waits for you in the shadow. It is my cry that wakes you in the night, And my body that crouches in the shadow. I am Ramas and you are the puppet That dances to my tune.
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