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5/28/10 5:50:12 PM#1
A small crumpled piece of paper rolls across the ground before you. Picking it up, you notice the blue ink penned neatly on a reed fiber parchment, origins grown near the River Styx. It seems that whoever had it before, had tossed the paper away as trash, but as you read further, it starts to resemble a recruitment page.
If you have found yourself without a home, lost and abandoned, thrown from all you knew, we can be your home.
Accepting of all races, all creed and all religion.
A family, a clan we've created from the ruins of a city, once ruled by a man who would be a God.
We are the Forsaken.
Seek Zahla within Khemi. Or speak to the Cimmerian Warrior Ysokie.
If all you need is refuge, our gates are open.