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 Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 9:02 pm
 "The Temple and School of Rayanne, yes the temple is a school and the school is a temple, the high priests and priestesses are also teachers that help you learn math, art, reading and writing. Anyone of any station can attend but sadly they have a wait list...and theirs the problem of one having to get to maude and hope that they have an opening
You may learn how to read here by having your character come here for 1 day each month for four months"
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 8:15 am
Lah'ren Strongjaw As he entered the school he felt wrong. he had his axe sheathed but hiding was not one of his specialties. he was to tall to ever be considerd one of the spies of his people. he needed to return to them soon. but walking into the temple called a school, he felt something he had never felt before. a pressure that spoke of just how much the world did not care about him. all around him where people with there noses in text. text he could not read. he understood the tongue of the phobosians. but reading had never been an important skill to have in the badlands.
a few minutes later he was shown a scroll, with one of the priest patiently explaining to him how to read the basic alphabet that the whole empire used. he sat down staring at the piece of paper. absorbing what he was told. for the first time in a long while his mind began to hunger. he wondered if this was part of the strength the nobility of phobos held above them. could strength be gained through this?
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 6:59 pm
Lah'ren Strongjaw Reading had become easier. he sat in one of the chairs a book about clouds in his hands. A month had passed since his engagement. he wondered if he did the right thing. he looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds. the book lazily hanging from his fingertips. the phobosian king was a hard man to read, and a harder man to beat. he was glad he agreed to come visit. he hoped his people would behave. his wife's dream was in the cross hairs, and more then that. the essence of power he was searching for. he could feel it slowly coming into fruition in his mind.
he wondered if she would come to find him, if she would learn to read. or if she thought his action to learn, a foolish thought.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:01 pm
 Year 202
Epsilon Empire of Drosselmeyer
Second Year into the Reign of Emperor Azazel
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