*The first page is ruined by the spread ink also. What you believe to be, the authors name only has three first letters remaining, ‘Ale..’. You notice that the first page had two really differing handwritings on it. One stable, one le. The ink has spread all over, till the middle of second page, where…

*You see that the ink has spread all over the first pages of the book. The name, what you believe to be the author’s name, has been partly ruined by the spread ink. You figure out that the first three letters are ‘Ale..’. The ink has spread all over, till the middle of the second…

Name: Demetrius Broad Alrite.. where ye come from originally?

((20/10/11)), Day after th’ orc invading Whispering Isles, they ‘ave started buildin up archer towers made out of stone. These towers ‘ave no entrances on their sides, so they must have ladders going up from underground tunnels. :: :: We also noticed their ranks.. Captains are the only ones who may modify the barracks.. Sergeants…

:: We enter the Isles from the front, from Dawn’s bakery. We noticed that th’ flag poles ‘ave been replaced. They used to be iron before and they’re now made out of cobblestone. Signs ordering to evacuate and other signs saying that they should stand up and fight, protect their ‘omes. :: :: After we’ve…

Never feared for anything, never shamed but never free.. A life that healed a broken heart with all that it could.. Lived a life so endlessly, saw beyond what others see.. I tried to heal your broken heart with all that I could.. Will you stay? Will you stay away forever? :: :: How do…

Staring at the carnage, praying that the sun would never rise.. Living another day in disguise.. These feelings can’t be right, lend me your courage to stand up and fight, on tonight.. Saddened man sings and hums.. “Ooo-oooh, Stand up and fight”. The fighting rages on and on, to chenge me.. you must be strong..…

Staring at the carnage, praying that the sun would never rise.. living another day in diguise These feelings can’t be right, lend me your courage to stand up and fight, on tonight.. A dwarf.. crushed by war sings and humns: “Ooo-ooh.. Stand up and fight”. The fighting rages on and on.. to challenge me you…

Take the time to listen.. When the voices screaming are much too loud.. Take a look in the distance.. Try and see it all.. :: :: Chances are that you might find .. That we share a common discomfort now.. I feel I’m walking a fine line.. Tell me only if it’s real :: ::…