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------ GOSSIP ------ Have you heard? Is it true? Well we've heard and we believe it, and we've written it here so you can read it. Check out the latest Gossip around Thera and decide for yourself what is fact and what is fiction. There is a man of a thousand seasons living in the River Wood. Guran, a Legion with a temper, informed me of the old man's true unknown secret of a long life. The old man eats baby chickens! He doesn't even skin or cook them. He consumes the chicks while they are alive! Perhaps there are vital nutrients in the feathers or organs? I spoke that it would be far too sickening for me to live such a life. He then spoke to me "Dat what Guran said. Guran just gun live his life and no eat live chicken." Simple but true. After much research and debate, the events that lead Quar on the path of self destruction elude me. I have conversed with all sides, some would say to the level of annoyance, and have only found heresy. Alas, this is the Mystique! We love heresy! A source from inside the halls of darkness informed me of his view. He believes that Quar concluded his own journey because he never found true competition on the fields of battle. Perhaps he never found an opponent with equivalent power. Myself, Verdell Penney, have much different and quite out reached theories. What if Quar sought the thousand year old man for the true secret of an extended life? The thousand year old man, out of fear for the fading power of the Light, very well could of issued a recipe aiming for the sole purpose of suicide. The aged man wishes not to comment on this issue. What if Quar has only faked his own end? Perhaps he distanced himself to the very outlands of Thera, and took command over an unknown gnomish village! Perhaps he trains the olive-sized, tintsy, minute, small-scale, slender, oh apologies, I tend to carry away on describing gnomes. If an army of gnomes lead by a giant soon rage war on us all then please remember, Verdell Penney the Herald predicted such! --- (See gossip2 for the rest of the dirt we've gathered!) --- |
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