Filler

I'm sorry. I admit it. My mind is blank. Utterly blank. I don't have a chapter for you. I don't even have a Exciting product from a small company. My mind is utterly blank. Sorry. I'm serious, no post. Go away. Shoo. Ta-Ta. Adios. Your still here? I told you to leave. Get out. Have some fresh air. curl up and cry. Just stop staring at me like i'm going to post. I already told you. Its blank. Completely and unexplainably blank. So get up go out, and stop looking at me like that. Thats it. I'm closing my eyes. Now your gone. You've disappeared. Gone. Like my thoughts. All. Gone.

Stay gone. Till next week at least. then you can come back. I'm going to leave now. Bye. See ya. Have a blast. I'm gone. Till next week. Gone.

A sickly piece of history

The desert. The largest expanse in the world, with more ore underneath it yellow flesh then any other part of the world, and people wave it off as a barren wasteland, the home of the diseased. The most name it has is simply a misguided classification.

Ah, But i suppose that the stories are what keep most away, the stories of the blighted ones, the Once-Elves…

It's said that the desert was once the home of the elves, back then it was the forest Orgona. One day a plague swiped across the land, causing those who could to flee to Highaven. Almost all who stayed died with the forest.

When the plague dispersed, Orgona had become the desert, and the few elves who survived were ravaged by the plague as well, Flesh, once vibrant blues, Greens, and whites, turned black as night, hair, once as vibrant as the greatest jungle, as beautiful as the best jewels, was dulled to black as well, their eyes, once a rival to angels, turned a demonic, blood red.

They are said to live deep within the desert, and are generally thought of as evil creatures.

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These thing Birch recalled as he prepared to sleep for the night. The Blighted Ones, his reason to be in this desert…. He hoped they weren't as bloodthirsty as they are in the stories.

End part II: Ugers Throne

Begin part III: The Desert of Blight

Plans and dramatic hints

Gem and Jue, along with Plain-Walker, returned to the cottage, and that night, they discussed their next course of action.

"The brain eaters have been following us, they have already surrounded the mountain, we'll have a rough time leaving, to say the least." Said Plain-Walker. "They cannot enter the river running down from the mountain, so our best bet is swimming."

"Which is good, since the man we need to meet lives on the shore of the river, somewhere near Highaven." Said Jue. "i say we stay here in the cottage tonight, and leave in the morning."

"Gem? You up for it?" Asked Plain-Walker.

"…….. Okay……."

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In a room covered in paintings of fish, Sprites, and Nymphs, Slept a man somewhere in his late thirties, and, at the side of his bed, lay a blue staff….

End Part II: Ugers Throne

Filler

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Announcement

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