Long ago, the GODs of Myrland were just; fine.
|||You might ask yourself; does finenesss and justnesss need to be traits for a GOD|||
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No, but they were.
As time passed. Not the land. Not the animals. Not the Clades.
Only the GODs shared Wisdom.
The GODs dined, the GODs slept, the GODs wept.
Widsom of the GODs spread as their TEARS showered the land.
New fruits adorned beautiful new trees. Fruits of all kinds, even fruits of being from the very GODs themselves.
One fruits of the GODs was gathered, harvested and replaced by a FEIGNING imitation.
The imitation was abound with false promise and the GOD sooned realized the trick.
No longer had the Clades ruled the land with half-whitted diotribes{diotripes}.
Fruits discovered by the GODs, not being of the GODs, no longer feed the land.
A bitter end to a bitter fruit.
|||You might ask yourself; does finenesss and justnesss need to be traits for a GOD|||
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No, but they were.
As time passed. Not the land. Not the animals. Not the Clades.
Only the GODs shared Wisdom.
The GODs dined, the GODs slept, the GODs wept.
Widsom of the GODs spread as their TEARS showered the land.
New fruits adorned beautiful new trees. Fruits of all kinds, even fruits of being from the very GODs themselves.
One fruits of the GODs was gathered, harvested and replaced by a FEIGNING imitation.
The imitation was abound with false promise and the GOD sooned realized the trick.
No longer had the Clades ruled the land with half-whitted diotribes{diotripes}.
Fruits discovered by the GODs, not being of the GODs, no longer feed the land.
A bitter end to a bitter fruit.