Stormclouds over Springdale.
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Genesis, the god of timeto Everyone

Look you, invaders and conquered alike, at the stormclouds gathering

over Springdale ... the cleansing rains will not be held back forever

and, when they do fall, it will go ill for the indiscriminate and

ignoble.


Written by my hand on the 25th of Eleuthral, in the year 1090.