Damn

I have not been keeping track of the time and Have not come up with anything new until recently Here goes.

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He looked upon the giant bird, what had been called the bird of ages and wept for it. Motting, it huddled on the hull, a worn depression that could have been a nest surrounding it looking as old as the bird itself. It eyes were filmed and clouded, snot drained out of its nose. It's breathing ragged as if it were dying for a drink. The once vibrant red  plumage was dirty and dull.
It would come up to his head had it stood up, or if it had the strength to. It was hard to believe that this this was the key to a new age. It looked as if it was dying like the rest of the world.
Worn out, run down, not even magic was as strong as it once was. He feel to the ground and sat looking at it.
This was the most depressing site to come to after all this time. What had he done to come here?
Well how about stealing a ship from the murderus baron of Vinehard, who regularly staked people. Or nearly get mauled by grizzlies in the great forest of Garnag? Or come to think of it, let a beautiful woman get burned at a stake as part of a rejuvenation ritual that had obviously now worked?!?
He wept even more as he thought of his mentor Owin who had died on the trip, leaving him alone and frightened, of the village of dead orcs that he had wondered though smelling the burnt fleash that so remind him if the orcish raids that he had witnessed leading him to think how much the orcs were fighting to protect themselves as much as their human counter parts were.
All that, all that and nothing had come of it, nothing but this blasted bird. This fucking bird that was supposed to have erupted from fire at the beginning of each new age from a volcano that did not exist where it was supposed to be.
He wiped his eyes and looked around thinking, 'and where are the order who are suposed to be protecting the bird?
The place was deserted, or did he have the wrong

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