<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.friendster.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Human-Warrior.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Harold Dean<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hawks HQ<br/><strong>With:</strong>The Party, Cid, NPCs<br/><strong>Mentioned: </strong><br/><strong>Notes:</strong>I have Several Questions. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoMiYklHvjk)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats:</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 30/30<br/>MP: 8/9<br/>Arm/M.Arm: 6/6</div></div><br/>"Oh...the old tales...tell ya the truth, I was never big into the Goddess worship thing. I went along with it, but I never really believed in it. Though, way things are going, I wouldn't be surprised..." He dug around in his pack and pulled out a well used book. "I did at least enjoy reading it...here we go."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Sacriscript</div><div class="spoiler_body">"In an age before ages were counted in a world before the world, when all was but dust and Darkness, light broke into the darkness and cast it away. The light was called Goddess and Darkness shrank from her message of love and warmth and purity of spirit. Darkness tried to fill her heart with frailty. He whispered that hers was but a lonely and wretched existence, but she did not despair, for she knew the truth. Darkness was furious that he could not extinguish her light, and fled the burning of her glory that could destroy him to seek a way to return all to his domain. He hid himself away from her, wherever her light cast shadow.<br/><br/>"The Goddess knew the truth that she was not truly alone as Darkness had said. She wept tears of joy for she was creation and creation was within her. Her tears fell upon the dust, and became the clay with which she fashioned the seeds of life. She consumed them and the world began to grow within her until she gave birth to it in all its living marvel. The world called her Mother and she named the world Eruthild and called Eruthild her Daughter. Still the goddess had more gifts to share as she watched our world mature. Eruthild asked the goddess to create creatures which she too could watch over as the goddess watched over her. And so the world became the Mother of the creatures of sea and air and land, and shared her love with them. Still she knew the goddess had more gifts to share. So she asked that the goddess create the peoples of our world in myriad races so that each could praise the goddess for all she had made. And so the goddess created the myriad peoples of our world. And they praised her and she finally rested, happy with creation and the light and love that flowed through all. <br/><br/>"During her slumber, Darkness found he could not bear to see such light and love flooding into his realm. Darkness created monsters that roam at night when the Goddesss could not see. Darkness hid in the shadows of the world to make feeble the hearts of men. Hatred and violence had taken root in her beloved creation, and a great war swept all the lands of the world. This was the great war of Darkness, and it raged for nearly a century whilst the goddess had slumbered. When the world finally roused her, the Goddess resolved not to interfere with the will of men as Darkness had done. Instead she called upon chosen heroes of the myriad races, imbuing them with her purity in her stead, and sent them to slay the monsters and turn back the hearts of men towards virtue. <br/><br/>"Once the heroes were triumphant, Darkness tried to sway the hearts of heroes, but found them much more resistant thanks to the protection of the Goddess, so he took to war once more, no longer using men as his pawns, but ravaging the world with armies of his monstrous minions. Even the greatest of the Goddess's heroes were slain with such force. Just as Darkness meant to claim victory, the goddess could bear no further harm towards her creation, and she herself came clad in shining armor to do battle with darkness. Their battle raged, and the Goddess finally emerged victorious after a harrowing fight that had left her on the edge of destruction. <br/><br/>"She sent his weakened form into the bowels of the world, in a temple of purity meant to keep him forever sealed. For many a century she walked the world alone and unknown, and as weak as a denizen of it. She was unable to return to the sky for having sacrificed all her power to seal evil away. When she finally fell too weak and weary, the world cradled its mother and pulled her to its bosom, hiding her away so that she might rest and someday be reborn. With her light finally diminished, Darkness stirred in his prison, but he did not have the strength to break free."</div></div><br/>"That's how it ends, with Darkness ever waiting." He concluded. "For the Tears, the tale is a call to action, a reminder to be ever-vigilant. With the soldiers, mind-enslaved though they may be, opening fire on civilians, the Tears won't take this sitting down. Of course, if I was a smart man-and this 'Malik' person strikes me as one-I'd be setting fire to the Tears's temple and killing all of them." He shrugged. "Simple pragmatism. Take down the ones who are the biggest threat. Likely what he tried doing tonight."<br/><br/>"As for the sorcery, no evidence has been presented to fully prove it, but, those of us who've lived in the city, we've noticed odd things. Ever since Malik showed up, the Queen's been distant. Acting completely out of character. Combine this with the tearful confession that one solider gave us...he said something about Malik. And I suspect, Malluri, that you know a little more then I do?" He said, with a raised eyebrow.