The Traveler
Hyde
And i looked up and did i see sitting upon a pale horse, whos name is death. A sword extended and a palm a loft, his voice like the echoe of the lost and the yielding of the dead. Upon the shores of that which is ever, broken and twisted aloft eternity shall follow. Seek now the burden of proof, seek now that which has been forgotten, let no stone unturned and be no less wisened of the ages. For absolution and desolation tread before and behind. Blinding light, or Deepest Midnight.
Greetings Citizens of the Galaxy, i am the Traveler and i seek those of like mind to help me upon the greatest deed of sentient kind. To track down the lost and hidden lore, ancient tomes, scrolls, lore and holocrons to be archived in the great Mausoleum of Seekers that will be constructed. This great building shall be a grand library and a grand musuem to the galaxy. I seek those who wish to contribute and those who wish to make great credits in the galaxy to help find and archive its deeds for the public.
Greetings Citizens of the Galaxy, i am the Traveler and i seek those of like mind to help me upon the greatest deed of sentient kind. To track down the lost and hidden lore, ancient tomes, scrolls, lore and holocrons to be archived in the great Mausoleum of Seekers that will be constructed. This great building shall be a grand library and a grand musuem to the galaxy. I seek those who wish to contribute and those who wish to make great credits in the galaxy to help find and archive its deeds for the public.