Chewy905
Chromatic ArchKnight of RP
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One sound pierced the muted field. A song for the dead. A song for the lost. As one, the ghostly soldiers ceased their fighting to turn inward and kneel. The song grew louder, encompassing each pawn as the world of black and white grew brighter and brighter until there was naught but light. And then, silence and sight once more. The spirits formed two lines, an honor guard to an empty gate, through it the spires of the Chequered City. A safe passage home for any that remained. The Powers had chosen. The War had begun.
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