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*Noziroh sits before his desk in the Shadowy Citadel he calls home and *gazes out the window into the darkness and across the realms his thoughts wandering about a jumble in his head.*

"Well its over," he seems to be speaking to the darkness, "The ancient magic that bound me and my brothers has been reversed, and a powerful family come to a close. My brothers have left the realm or at least been gone for far too long. We are no more. The Guild has tried on multiple occasions to wipe us out, but we fall to something far more simple, wanderlust Maybe my brothers shall return and we shall rise again to power, again maybe not. But that is matters for another time."

*He stands and looks once more at his home for many ages and turns and melds into the darkness and shadows. Only his faint whispers remain.*

"Now its time to forge a new life for myself. To be reborn."

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Note Number:	136	Author:	Noziroh
Date:	Tue Nov 12, 2002; 15:51:06	To:	All
Subject:	The end of an era
Noziroh sits before his desk in the Shadowy Citadel he calls home and gazes out the window into the darkness and across the realms his thoughts wandering about a jumble in his head.* "Well its over," he seems to be speaking to the darkness, "The ancient magic that bound me and my brothers has been reversed, and a powerful family come to a close. My brothers have left the realm or at least been gone for far too long. We are no more. The Guild has tried on multiple occasions to wipe us out, but we fall to something far more simple, wanderlust Maybe my brothers shall return and we shall rise again to power, again maybe not. But that is matters for another time." He stands and looks once more at his home for many ages and turns and melds into the darkness and shadows. Only his faint whispers remain. "Now its time to forge a new life for myself. To be reborn."