| twerboart | Дата: Пятница, 24.05.2013, 08:45 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| They can call us or send us away.When we are named, we take of the sap of the Hist, and we are changed — sometimes a little, sometimes very much.The Hist knew it was going to happen, and called our people back to Black Marsh.Many of us were altered, made ready for the war that we had to fight.Made stronger, faster — able to endure terrible things.But not the same.They don't speak to me as the Hist did.But you say they speak to you.I can't imagine them making a plan, as you describe.But as I said, usually they have to be told.
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It happened long, long ago in my city, and I think it happened again, not long before your world entered mine.A rogue tree helped Umbriel somehow, do you understand?
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It helped kill many, many of my people so they could serve Umbriel as dead things.And now I think it may have helped summon Umbriel here in the first place.Can you remember — » But Fhena's eyes had become unfocused with memory.He stopped and waited.And then the trees began to sing a strange song, one I had never heard before.
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