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11/15/2021 06:38 PM  LFG Literate, veteran player looking for group. Discord friendly GabrielB #6001  0 Comments

08/15/2017 04:19 PM  Kinda part two from the other fantasy blog, high magic sample. Simply add and reply if interest Our continent has been at war for the past thousand years, the humans in the north, the humans in the south, the dwarfs, the Orcs and the high elves living in the middle of everything in their forbidden forest. The past decades everyone was still recovering from the last big clash that decimated half of the population and the vast majority of everyone's armies. Rare skirmishes at the borders, raids and attacks on trade or supplies caravans was all that this generation knew or war, but I knew better, I knew it was only a matter of time until egos and pride would clash on the battlefield.   The soldiers and common folk forgot a long time ago why they fought and died for, at that point they were bread to hate their neighbors, hate the other races, despise them and kill them on sight. When the humans in the south attacked my country I was merely a child, broken into a thousand pieces by the massacring of my family and friends. The experienced nation sailed to our island in search for grain to feed their ever growing army, and promising individuals to indoctrinate them, train them and use them to achieve their goals.   Two people were taken from that little island country that the war had forgotten about for years and years, me and the man who rode at the head of the party that burnt and cut down everything and everyone that I ever knew. It didn't take long for them to pick a favorite, where he rode with the cream of the crop on the flag ship, I was thrown bellow deck, chained and forgotten for the remainder of the rough trip. Different people but the same mentality towards those of my kind, disgust, hate and fear, I could see it in their eyes, past the pride, past the laughter and snarky remarks, hidden in the back of their mind. I didn't get to see much my the main continent, I could hear them talk  behind the door, unsure what to do with me, all I could make up was: "The elf.", a name said with shaken voices, I could feel the air grow colder by the lone chills down their spines, I could hear sweat rolling down their skin. Heavy steps, metal hitting metal made all the voices stop, this, this was the first taste or real magic I ever felt it my life, it shook me to my very core, he was the king of the south kingdom, his power was intoxicating, humbling. The decision had been made, the murderer was taken to be trained at the royal palace while I was thrown in the deepest, darkest and strongest dungeons in that part of the world. The darkness there was hard to comprehend, there was no light coming in, there was no sound and not even the usual rot, sh*t and piss stench of dungeons. There was nothing in there but darkness after the heavy metal gate closed shut. Seconds in and my heart was racing, my breath was heaving and my eyes were blood shot chasing shadows in the dark, I was never so afraid in my entire life. "Hello?"~F***, f***, f***, f***, f***!~Was the only thing that went through my head, suddenly I heard someone, slowly walking towards me, I was in full blown panic, my knees were weak and barely made it a few steps back to hit the cold, hard wall. My eyes unnaturally got used to the dark and I saw him, centimeters from my face , a cloth covering his with two purple elvish eyes looking into mine, I didn't knew in the moment if what I saw in those eyes was fear or curiosity, I latter found out that it was pure insanity. It didn't take long to find out why they threw me in that dungeon with that masked elf, he was a shadow bender, he could control the shadows, move through them, vanish and appear instantly in a entirely different location and other otherworldly abilities that I couldn't even possibly imagine before meeting him. Shadow benders were almost extinct, the vast majority of them coming from a race that died out a long time ago in the war, one of the forgotten. Once a year they took me out of that dungeon to evaluate my abilities and attempt to indoctribate me with various propaganda, they used magic to get into my mind and make me into a killing machine, but year after year I gave them nothing. The first thing the elf taught me was how to protect my mind and thoughts. He gave me a thorough history lesson and taught me the intricate mechanics of all the magic he had experienced. Eventually they gave us wooden swords so he could teach me. He never told me why he never broke out of his prison or why he taught me everything he knew, but on rare occasions he would tell me stories of his past, stories of loss, regret and sorrow. He only had one request of me, never mention his existence to a elven ear.   All the lessons culminated in the 7th year and the 7th evaluation, after 7 long years of training in the dark, I was finally stronger then my jailors, overwhelmingly so, never saw what hit them, the magic used to bound me lasted a fraction of a second.~Flicker.~ Is what it's name was, instantly moving from shadow to shadow, stabbing every single man in the area with the firsts dagger. That day changed me for ever, I never forgot the feeling of taking my first life, the first smell of blood, the thud their bodies made when they hit the ground, the eyes filled with terror when they saw their friends fall, knowing they were next, knowing they could do nothing. It pained me to leave my leave my friend behind in that dark place, I couldn't know what would happen, would he get the blame for my acts? Would he accept the punishment or finally flee. Whatever would happen it would have been his choice and I had no right to force it upon him. The first things I did when I left was follow the path of the Ranger, it wasn't an uncommon magic practice, but I had a unfair advantage in the map I drawn in the back of my mind, I wasn't looking for regular ravens and wolves, though I did end up with one of each, I went deep into Orc territory, up the tallest and coldest mountains but both journeys were well worth it. I was desperate to get stronger in those times, I craved power, I went chasing every legend and rumor, haunted every old adventurer and master, I never wanted to feel as weak as I did when my family and friends were taken from me, when I was thrown into a boat in chain or kept into a dark hole in the ground for seven years. The years passed and I made a horrific name for myself, I found forbidden magic, forgotten magic, became a outstanding warrior and casted fear into the hearts of men throughout the continent. They called me: "The shadow of Death." , they told tales and stories of horror, murder and plunder by the fireplace to young soldiers, I made people fear the dark and shadows again. But none of that helped fill the void, I didn't feel like that bat sh*t crazy elf living most likely in a forsaken cave by now or watching me from the other side would be proud, most of all I didn't feel like my Grandfather would me proud of the man I became. I was always angry, I thought the entire world was against me, I thought I was due some happiness and that gold, victories in battle and late nights in taverns was my happy ending, it wasn't like there was other things for someone like me to do. I would never be anything else then a weapon for them, at the very best, some would not even take one of my kind for that use. One day I heard a story, a peninsula, at the border of the North and South human kingdoms, an impossible port to sail in, stone, low waters and merciless winds creating a graveyard under the waves, unpassable forests of mystery and magic, old magic, older than anything maybe beside the home of the high elves and the underground city of the dwarfs, a place where the fae and a plethora of magical creatures took refuge in, the trees, the ground, the wind everything worked and lived in harmony, forming an unpassable wall, all but one stone road leading to a singular city in that entire land. The lords and nobles long since left that land, as it proved to be impossible to  grow crops and the landscape offered no escape in case of an invasion. It didn't take much time for thieves, pirates, murderers, deserters, the unwanted, the unloved, to populate that city and form an unlikely community. As soon as I reached that city, sat in the middle of it, I knew, this, this is home. As they say, there's honor amongst thieves, pirates proved again that they were the best sailors in the world, freely and effortlessly sailing the port, building it up, with bridges and path ways, huts and roads  drawn with torches. In that unlikely place I met an old friend once more, after escaping my prison, I made my living around a major southern city, and there I met young man, around my age, tall and strong, with curly red hair, red cheeks and the kindest eyes I had even saw, his name was Alistair, he was a militia guardsman. We challenged each other day in and day out, pushed each other in a constant game of cat and mouse. As I moved on from that city onto my path I assumed he'd stay as a guard, quickly climb the ladder, have a pretty lady as a wife and a couple of children by now. I was dead wrong, in our realm it was thought that the Gods have abandoned us a long time ago, what God would allow his or her children to fight an endless war, a war that very few people still knew what was for. Worshiping, preaching, praying to the gods was forbidden with heavy penalties, no one was excused from that law, I once saw something in the corner of my eye, when he was chasing me one day in a busy market, a man stepped into his path, the two collided and a necklace flew out from under his shirt, a little wooden dove on a string, I didn't knew at the time what it was, but eventually I learned that it was a symbol of the mother, the protector of man and the goddess that gave birth to the human race.   On those streets though, no one cared that he wore that necklace, no one judged him, he was free to practice his faith and even have a little shrine outside of town. I followed him from the shadows for a moment, a smiled came to my lips as I saw him, still acting as a peace keeper, separating two drunks fellows locked into a brawl in the middle of the street, and surprisingly it seemed that those people respected him. Alistair was a good man, with a kind heart, I suppose even a city of thieves needed a warden and there was no better man in the entire continent to act like one. After they each went their separate ways, he kept walking and eventually reached a cozy little house at the edge of the city, near his shrine, at the door a woman greeted him, pretty, with a big smile on her face, a couple of children jumping out of the house to greet their dad, two girls, thankfully taking after their mother. I lost focus, I was happy, truly happy for him, I stepped out of the shadows and turned around to find an Inn, my loose cloak opened in a sudden  turn against the wind, the sound  maybe, maybe a dagger or one of my knives reflected the dim light of a falling sun I thought, but he knew I was there from the very first moment, I didn't see it, I didn't feel how far he'd come since the days he chased me and my shadow. Alistair turned around with a warm smile on his lips, holding one of his daughters in his arms and the other by her hand. "Do I have to chase you still ?" What a cheese line, I couldn't keep a straight face, nor could he, we burst into laughter for a few moments there, to the utter confusion of his family, he put down the little girl and met me half way, we greeted with a strong hug. I couldn't explain the feeling, the feeling of being greeted by a friend, invited into his home when all we used to do up until that point was fight. His home was perfect, warm and cozy with drawing on the walls and furniture. We sat down for dinner and exchanged stories, one of his close friends in the militia turned him in, they were up for the same promotion but most of all they loved the same girl. He was set to be hanged in the town square, but a miracle happened, a sudden thunder storm crashed the execution party, thunder struck the city like never before, killing dozens with strikes and hundreds from the following fires. The storm saved him and allowed him to flee, but it wasn't enough to save the girl from her fate, his friend took her that night, dragged her to the barracks where the other militia held her down and gang raped her for "loving a man of faith". Eventually the fires scared them off as well he found her and they ran, kept running and hiding until they found this place. I didn't ask who was the father, it was clear though, they looked nothing like him, he had red hair, the girl had a beautiful blond hair but the girl both had dark hair but green eyes like their mother.   We didn't sleep that night, after the girls fell asleep, we went outside and kept talking and talking, discussing, making plans for the future. This was a truly unique place, we could do a lot of good for a lot of people, he had the respect of the residents as the warden of the city but thieves, pirates and criminals would only follow one of their own.  0 Comments

08/15/2017 04:18 PM  Last try at fantasy writing, if you like, add and just reply, 2-3 paragraphs are enough. "There's magic in this blood!" Said a teenage Gabriel's grandfather on his deathbed, a story the old man told him a great many times, the boy being the only one of his grandchildren that listened to his stories. A long time ago when the great magic purge took place all over the world, the nomadic gypsies were some of the ones who were hit the hardest, their kind being almost wiped out. It wasn't just death that scared the ones that made it through the purge, they were classed as public practitioners of dark arts, accused of corruption honest fold with their wicked ways and deemed demons, monsters. The gypsies of old were used to set and example, tortured and executed in public, left in a position they called "The blood eagle", where the ribs where broken at the back around the spine and the lungs were pulled out to look like a pair of wings. In some more extreme cases they opened their rib cages and used the ribs as wings, while they were still alive.   Like a moth flying towards the flame, Gabriel was drawn to the old man's stories, tales of witches that made nature itself bend to their will, seers that could see in the future and talk to the dead and much, much more. Tales that made people cower in fear and brothers, parents and betrothed denounce family, when they came for someone, they didn't just take the one accused of being unnatural, they took their entire family. It wasn't just magic users, dwarfs and elves were alienated, creatures that could be domesticated were hunted down to the bring of extinction, even healers were persecuted. Color itself was taken out of the world, what was left was a desolated, cold painting of a once vibrant paradise.   It wasn't just magic that was taken out of the world, the common folk were slowly but surely beaten down into the mud, land and fair pay stripped from them, The Order had more and more power, empowered by corrupt kings, lazy, complacent kings that never had to worry, never had to prepare for war or invasions. The Order acted as peacekeepers as well, threatening anyone that even considered going to war with branding their entire realm as unnatural, different. It proved to be quite the deterrent.   "There's no more magic Grandpa, you know that."The boy said with a forced smile, moving his hand to hold the old man's hand.   Gabriel's grandfather mustered what last bit of strength he had and gripped the boy's hand as strong as he could, he lifted his body slightly and let his forehead rest against his.A short break with heavy breath was needed before his free hand moved to the back of his head and he talked with more passion and determination then ever before."Believe my son!"   "We need to fetch you a doctor, there's one close in the city."It felt like a goodbye, and every fiber of his being didn't want to accept it, the old man was the only one who truly understood the boy, the only one who believe he could do something with his life, become someone and change the world. Letting him rest, Gabriel raced towards the city near-by while the rest of the clan prepared for the what everyone knew was going to happen sooner rather then latter.   In his mind there was still a chance, maybe if he got a real doctor to look at him. He clutched a few silver coins, earned through pick-pocketing . Sneaking inside the city he tracked down a more popular doctor, following what he'd heard from other people talk.Amazingly the city doctor agreed to leave the safety of the walls surrounding the city, his eyes taken away by the promise of silver. As they neared the camp though, his eyes grew in fear, voice shook as the man took small steps backwards, shaking his head."No, No!I can't. I can't help You people!" With that being said the man ran, stumbling and looking over his shoulder as he darted towards the city gates.   "NO WAIT! I ... have coin."The boy sighed in disbelief as his last hope died out.~Where's your magic now!~He wanted to shout out loud, but more importantly he needed to be there, be there for his grandfathers last moments in this world.   A few hours past and the old man was surrounded by family and friends in the big tent, candles in hand and song being sang, in his last moments he couldn't do much, but a faint smile was still on his lips. There was no better way of going then that in those times.   In a moment everything changed, the air felt colder, Gabriel got a chill down his spine the moment the first death scream created a mass panic. Arrows were flying towards the camp, flaming arrows that sent the tents and caravans ablaze.  They pelted by wave after wave, a thick smock quickly filled the camp.Everywhere he tried to run he either faced a wall of fire burning his friends and family alive or faced them being shot by multiple arrows at the same time.  For a few seconds the arrows stopped,  the ones that survived so far were hiding in shook and terror, time felt slower, it felt like the world was moving in slow motion as they came out of the smoke and out of the tree line, in the small woods the camp was located. Knights in armor, riding horses and swinging blades or carrying spears, they were the cleaners, sent to cut down the few that survived the archers.   With everything he knew destroyed and everyone he ever knew and loved dead or being murdered before his very eyes, the young man stood still, eyes opened as wide as they could go, blood shot from the heavy smoke, a single tear slowly rolling down his cheek. He was hypnotized by the warrior that rode towards him with his sword coming in a downwards arch towards him, everything beside the man and his horse turned to shadows, grey shapes for his eyes tunneling on him, his stopped hearing the grueling sounds of the massacre around him and only heard the horses heavy steps and the armor of the man. His drumming heard slowed down, he was ready, he closed his eyes, accepted his fate and was ready to join his grandfather and family in the afterlife.   In the very last moment though, something broke inside of him, it wasn't right, it wasn't what his grandfather would have wanted him to do, he would have wanted him to survive, survive and avenge them all. He opened his eyes and showed the warrior facing him anger, anger and defiance, but something stood out, something was different in this particular horsemen, he had a different helm, it came with a metal mask resembling a demon.As the sword almost cut down Gabriel, his body vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a passing dark, doggy cloud.   "What the..." The horsemen said as his sword only cut air, utterly confused and the very bit frightened.Maybe it was his imagination, maybe the smoke was playing tricks with his mind, or maybe the boy simply rolled out of the way. After stopping his horse for a moment the horsemen who proved to be the leader of the raid, rode off.Everyone was dead, not a single soul was left alive.   While The Order's goons were riding back into the city, the bot was trapped, he was in the burning camp, but at the same time was not in it, his vision was just slightly limited, it felt like a thin layer of darkness was before his eyes, he couldn't breath, hear, smell or talk, none of his senses worked wherever he was in that moment, well none beside pain. He suddenly felt intense pain like nothing he had ever felt before, it felt like every inch of his body, his very soul was being ripped apart.Looking at either side of himself he saw them, gastly, shadowy hands surrounding his body and pulling him towards the bottomless darkness.   It felt like a lifetime in that realm, but in reality he was only there for a split second, his body being thrown a few feet away from the camp, rolling and falling on the ground, stopping being a tree to ball his eyes out as the fire raged spreading into the woods rapidly from the remains of his camp.~The f***ing doctor.~It hit him, it had to be the doctor that ratted them out, no one else knew they were hiding in the woods. It was his own fault, he took the doctor to his family and friends, he killed every single one of them.   15 years latter There were very few options for a orphan gypsy boy, Gabriel was pushed towards a life of crime, but not even criminals and mercenaries would associate themselves with someone that was not "normal", someone that didn't pray to the Creator and didn't bow to the king only made it harder and harder for him to fit in large scale operations, the kind that he needed to in order to get close to the people he was looking for. Pride  made his quest almost impossible, pride and cockiness that is, trust was a thing Gabriel only put in animals in those days.   Nonetheless he survived, he grew into a skilled fighter and fairly good at completing various jobs beside hunting bounties, pickpocketing and stealing. Gathering information for clients that offered pretty coin in exchange for it. At that particular time, merchants, nobles and people in the king's court offered high amounts of coin for information on current events. A larch chuck of the countries grain was burnt down, wells were being poisoned, rivers were ambush sites for common folk, some of the larger herds of cattle vanished, it all added up to food being scarce was a problem, a problem in a country that didn't meet with any such problems in years. ~F***!F***!F***!F***!F***! I can't see shiiiiiiiiiiiit!~ Gabriel cursed his mentally challenged decision of trying to pull a look he saw at the higher end spies and assassins, the large hood and cloak that made it so he couldn't see a f***ing thing, having to heavily rely on his other senses. The gypsy was meeting a Order official in a tavern to give him a in-depth report of the situation with the kingdoms food supply.  There was a problem though, Gabriel report was rather short. Sitting at the table across from the man he couldn't give him anything, all he knew for sure is that the fires were no accident and the cattle didn't just "run away because of incompetent workers".His words were met with fury, a heavy fist slamming into the table."LIES! DIRTY LIES!!"His words meant that someone was targeting their food supply, an act of treason or worse, an act of war. He should have seen it, he should have expected it, they needed a scapegoat, someone to blame, someone to show the public and to publicly execute, nothing fed a crowd at the edge of revolting better then a public execution. It suddenly got quiet in the tavern, the door closed, the keep and barmaid went behind closed doors and the sound of swords being unsheathed buzzed in the man's ear.Gabriel threw his cloak at the official in front of him and did a sharp turn, taking out his sword in the process and striking the first man with the inertia of pull, a upwards cut to his chest, making his scream and fall over chair and table. The corner of his eyes caught something though, a ring, a big ass gold ring, the king's advisor and 2nd In command for The Order in that kingdom, things were far worse then he thought initially. Even if he survived, he surpass his dances with the militia and Order, promoting him to wanted criminal and traitor to the crown. 0 Comments

03/20/2017 01:35 PM  Roles I need filled. Connections/scenarios I need in my life: 1)Hunter pupil(You need no supernatural/biblical knowledge.Bio/face will be discussed, you don't need to make a new page.) 2) Post-apocalyptic survival(Zombie virus, mutations, nuclear fallout/post nuclear fallout, all of the three come together non negotiable.) 3)Fantasy world adventure, high magic world, realistic. 4)Family connections/regular connection, no rules. https://www.roleplayer.me/947841 <Message me.  0 Comments

03/20/2017 01:35 PM  Roles I need filled. Connections/scenarios I need in my life: 1)Hunter pupil(You need no supernatural/biblical knowledge.Bio/face will be discussed, you don't need to make a new page.) 2) Post-apocalyptic survival(Zombie virus, mutations, nuclear fallout/post nuclear fallout, all of the three come together non negotiable.) 3)Fantasy world adventure, high magic world, realistic. 4)Family connections/regular connection, no rules. https://www.roleplayer.me/947841 <Message me.  0 Comments

02/21/2017 03:40 PM  Looking for hunter pupil connection. Mandatory face Michelle Trachtenberg. Bio and powers open for discussion. Literate and capable of writing at least two paragraph posts, two to four would be perfect.  0 Comments

04/05/2016 10:48 PM  Random short story idea. And there it was again, the dreadful ringing in his ears after every single battle, Gabriel stood a few feet away from the ambush he and his clan has sprung on the Frankish  reinforcement troops, His panting breath was very slowly returning to normal, his eyes were lost in the distance as his mind was deep in thought. Their prey never saw it coming, rushing to reach the battle field in the north-west, they cut through the forest and were cut down mercilessly by the gypsy clan, employed by the English kingdoms to make sure the Frankish reinforcements never come. Gabriel was covered in blood from head to toe, his daggers painted the once lush green grass and bushes to a eerie crimson color.   The gypsies were slowly looting the corpses of the Frankish soldiers as Gabriel's right hand man sat down next to him with a loud sigh. Though the men were barely in their late 20's, they were already sick of it, the fighting never stopped, it felt like no matter what they did, the two of them ended up in this exact spot, sitting next to one another, covered in blood with corpses surrounding them."Mircea joined the Frankish army with his men, the twins joined the English one. Their probably fighting when the battle starts."Gabriel didn't responded to the news for a few minutes, he stared at his men for a while, then started to clean his daggers with a piece of cloth. "They are fighting over Britannia, the north-west region of Frankia."Gabriel replied with the image of his childhood friends having to fight one another for two foreign kings.   "Good farming land, a lot of fishing settlements." Kitty replied while looking slightly worried at his friend .He knew Gabriel very well, the two grew up together and had been fighting together since they could stand on their feet, and now his friend had that look on his face, that look that always get them into trouble that was very difficult to get out of, but always worth the risk. "Let's head back to the camp, send someone to the English to pick up out payment." Gabriel wanted to say a lot more, but a part of him didn't want to share what his dream was just yet, though if he knew his friend, Kitty understood what he wanted to do, after all that was always his dream, to unite the clans under one leader and claim a rich land they can all live off.   ...............................................................................................................................................................   Back in the camp after the English payment arrived, it was time for a celebration. Gabriel was at the lead of one of the biggest traveling clans of gypsy in this part of the world, they were mostly mercenaries mostly. A massive bon fire was lighting the night as everyone was singing and dancing around it, victory and a good payment made everyone happy, there was plenty of food and drinks to make the celebration last. Everyone seemed happy, content, comfortable with their choice of life style, all but their leader.   Gabriel was somewhere in the back, sitting on the grass with his back against a tree, a bottle of rum next to him and a piece of chicken in his hand, but the meat had attracted one of the cats that traveled with them. "You see, these years, these battles are the most important ones in the entire history of the world my friend." He remarked towards the cat that was now sitting on top of his, following the meet with her eyes and head, the man gave her little chunks to keep the kitty interested as he spoke. "Every single war and leader, king or whatever the f*** they call themselves, directly influence how the map will look in the future, because now, anyone can raise an army and lay claim to a land if they are strong enough. Kings die, princesses are forced to marry only the strongest and the richest. Right now, a handful of small kingdoms and chose to unite and sh*t all over their neighbors with overwhelming force, much like the English kingdoms are trying to do currently, but it won't be like this for ever my friend, the world is evolving, the people are getting smarter every single day, and people like myself need to act while we still can." He sighed loudly and reached to pet the kitty before leaving the meat on the grass to the overjoyed kitten that pounced on it without restrain." It's time kitty, it's time for us to find a home, while the world still allows it."   On the other side of the tree was his friend, standing on his feet and listening quietly with his hands folded to his chest. The small animal and the large warrior shared a name, but Gabriel knew he was there, he was always there by his side. "You go and tell the twins the plan, they don't need convincing I'm sure of it, I'll make Mircea join us." Though the man always believed in his friend, doubt was written all over his face. "And what is this plan exactly? Fight both the Frankish and the English by ourselves? Say they both decide to help us and turn against them, that would still leave us at least at a 10 to 1 odds in a flat grassy plane against better equipped men." Gabriel smiled warmly while petting the small kitten, he looked towards the clan, still happily celebrating the night before replying. "Pretty much." Convincing a bunch of gypsy clans to fight together was all but impossible, they needed a miracle to have the nomadic people band together under one leader and stand still in a single land. Thankfully two strong clans were led by their childhood friends who made promises to one another when they were kids, promises to change the fate of their people.   As the two men parted way in the morning they were both running the possible outcomes in their mind, the outcome they were both hoping for was that a victory against two of the bigger names in the world would attract the rest of their people to them, it would give them hope for a different future. All kingdoms started somewhere, they had to start with a battle that would shake the entire world up. They had to make a statement to the world, they had to make a statement to the gypsies all around the world. Say they did win the battle, even the ones that were not inclined to join them in the region they would then lay claim too, the Christian movement would force them to run to them, the church would finally have a solid reason to demonize the gypsies. It was  a devious and borderline evil way for Gabriel to draw his people to him, but there was no other way for him to convinced people that only knew a single way of life to that point to settle down and build a home.   .........................................................................................................................................   0 Comments

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