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A Dark Prophet; V1, B2, C4: An old man with a tale

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‘They are lost and leaderless,’ began the old man in a serious yet quiet tone, ‘their lands have been torn asunder by the passing of time.’

‘You tell me this,’ Thistlemead spat, ‘when I care very little? Should every single one of them starve, it would not affect me.’

A Dark Prophet; V1, B2, C3: A kindness at last

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The world darkened and the trees became silver silhouettes in the snow. There was nothing, save a single blue flame in the middle of the field; no people were there, no animals. Nothing but the remnants of long-dead trees and snow was present.
‘You know of his suffering,’ a voice spoke from the world, the very earth beneath him, ‘yet you continue to cause him pain?

A Dark Prophet; V1, B2, C2: The prize of silence

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Greyleaf let out a muffled cry, accompanied by violent choking and the sound of sticks clashing.
‘Beat him!’ the large man laughed sadistically, ‘break every bone! Crack his ribs and smash his limbs!’

A Dark Prophet; V1, B2, C1: The message

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‘This has come from him?’ asked the old man as he rose, his greying hairs light and flowing, ‘you are certain?’

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