Diablotin 2 session 1 - Revision history

Ladyiolanthe: /* Session */

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BalthCat at 21:57, 31 October 2010

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BalthCat at 21:51, 31 October 2010

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Ladyiolanthe: New page: [Narrator] Fourth-month, spring in the Aveyrone Empire. In Diablotin, the rains sweep down from the Niveous Mountains, raising the level of the Ousel River until it laps at the foundations...

2010-10-28T00:00:38Z

New page: [Narrator] Fourth-month, spring in the Aveyrone Empire. In Diablotin, the rains sweep down from the Niveous Mountains, raising the level of the Ousel River until it laps at the foundations...

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		+	===Prologue===
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	[Narrator] Fourth-month, spring in the Aveyrone Empire. In Diablotin, the rains sweep down from the Niveous Mountains, raising the level of the Ousel River until it laps at the foundations and fills the cellars of the mansions and warehouses that line its banks.		[Narrator] Fourth-month, spring in the Aveyrone Empire. In Diablotin, the rains sweep down from the Niveous Mountains, raising the level of the Ousel River until it laps at the foundations and fills the cellars of the mansions and warehouses that line its banks.
	[Narrator] Diablotin, two thousand two hundred and forty seven years after its foundation, still crouches on the landscape like a fettered beast - but now eviscerated, turning against itself, perhaps even on the verge of a final, fatal paroxysm.		[Narrator] Diablotin, two thousand two hundred and forty seven years after its foundation, still crouches on the landscape like a fettered beast - but now eviscerated, turning against itself, perhaps even on the verge of a final, fatal paroxysm.