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Along the bustling narrow streets of Dellgate, among the
inns and stalls there lies a shady alleyway that leads those who follow
to an ancient shrine of no named creed. The locals shun this alley for
it is unearthly still and uneasily repellent. Through the twists and turns
of this silent maze the sounds of the street fade away and a curious traveller
is met with the shrine's crumbling walls, and moss covered edifices. Forgotten,
untouched, inside there sits an wizened old man who when hungry eats his
rice, and when tired sleeps. The rest of time he just rests in quiet meditation,
wanting none, becoming one, for it is said that this wizened soul can
sometimes hear the voices of the Gods as he sits and listens to the Universe.
Although it is told the old man is deaf this does not stop those whispering into his ears and although their words are not heard by the seer they may well reach the gods themselves. So to all other folk out there who have terms from their own club or group please feel free to join the voices that bounce around the old man's baldy head while he meditates in The Shrine and no doubt he'll think he's hearing the voices of the gods.
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