BecksMaster
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"HELLO!" I call out. But, I get no answer. My greetings answered only by echos, the faint sound of water dripping on stone, and whispers of the past in this once great hall. Who could have built such a place? What happened to them? The statues spoke of a horrific war. And the small creatures (Moglin-Hobolis?), in their childlike way, also spoke of terrific destruction. But, where are the survivors? Is Nautica, nay, all of Paxia nothing but waste and ruin? Perhaps some pilgrimage has temporarily drawn everyone away? But, no, the cities are in too much disrepair and seem too long abandoned. To be sure, in my wanderings I've met the old leaders of these kingdoms, or "clans" as they call them. But, they all seem more ghostly now than real. Though once noble and powerful, they have become the feeble guardians of a legacy with no posterity to inherit it. "HELLO!" I call again; but, still no answer. Sadly, it seems all are gone. Nevertheless, I will stay a while. For now, it is peacful here and this great hall of the seas invites rest and retrospect. I will even defend Nautica against the occasional attacker; though, I do so mainly for the treasure I might take from a defeated enemy rather than in unselfish defence of any long forgotten philosophy or ideal. "Hello ..."
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