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Sweat pouring under the tattered chain armor as Arthur Dent hacked his way through the last of the dead underbrush, the warrior Tzz and the warlock Ford Prefect close behind him. Out of food and water for two days he didn’t know how much longer he could go on. The overwhelming concern in his mind, and his heart, was for the pitiful band of Holy women and sorcerers he left in the protection of the warrior Kecoughtan and his sister the sorceress Zoren. Among those left behind were the Gentle Lady Baiko, the vampire Mistress Dracon, the powerful witch ShadowMoor, Dark Child, the elusive Critter, Redfoot, and Shadowkeeper.

Arthur Dent thought his soul would cleave in two as he remembered the once bustling world that was the Meridian he loved. But the Gods that ruled that world, in their greed, turned their backs on the people and the very world itself. Riots, worse then any frenzy, broke out in some parts of the realm, when the Gods foretold of the end of the world. I was visiting one of those realms when the riots started.

In Sacred Haven, time folded in on itself and the great sand clocks stood still. And Arthur watched as his world slowly died. He watched helplessly as the people wondered hopelessly into the void. The God Psycho-Child who maintained order vanished. He looked on as the wizards grew silent and many of the Vampires lay naked burning in the sun. The Necromancers Guild was slaughtered and did not renew. Even the powerful Sr Guide Gamgee could only stand impotent as the pall of death settled over the land.

Several of the richest Lords and Ladies tried to purchase the protection of the world from the Gods to no avail. The people were desperate to save the world. Zoren grew ever more distant and silent as she contemplated the end. The mighty warrior Kecoughtan raged at the heavens as the Gentle Lady Baiko cried tears of blood. But the Gods threw the world to the void.

And so....Arthur and his clan were alone in the void. Then came word, at first only a rumor, of a distant world where the land was the same yet somehow different. Hundreds of people tried to find this land of rumor, but none could find their way there. Arthur Dent sent his fastest runners to the ends of the Void. Many did not survive, all but one came back with no hope.

But one, the warrior Kecoughtan, had come upon a traveling bard named Jalin. Bard Jalin sent word of a world where the refugees might be welcome. But the journey was long and perilous. Seeing no alternative, Arthur Dent gathered his band of warriors and mages and set off for the new land.

That is how we came to journey to this world. We have been welcomed in our new world with open arms. We can not say enough how grateful we are.

Scribed By Zoren

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