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Journal of a Philosopher XII; Elindor's Travels
Jerry_Man
The undead attacked. Right upon the gates of Laurelin. The voice of Iblees boomed through the trees about imminent destruction and bowing before his power. Not denying, the display of might was tremendous, but still found its match against our united strength. I won't stop trying to understand the Undead, but I won't let Iblees take control of Aegis either. ::All noble paths need a path of less nobility to reap recognition; the truly noble path is unseen by others. The presence of such evil makes it easy to pick the righteous side, but our paths should not be so easily chosen for us. Has God taken away the choice so that all might come to him or suffer? If so, Iblees was formed by God, because there is a little bit of Iblees even in Him. I must go, the thunder has returned.