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The Maelstrom Network
Speak to Me!
Outline of the Grandness
Aella Siofra
Born in a whirlwind, I found myself dumped, stormless, upon a deserted island. I surrendered to a hopeless docility on the sands for days, eating coconuts to maintain my strength. I had just begun to feel the effects of my imprisonment when I sat up and saw a lonely novel, a fellow castaway, on the shore. Leaping to my feet I discovered that it was no hallucination. Using raft patterns found within the pages, I set sail, discovering a second island cloaked in night on my venture. There I discovered a secret tribe of dark ones separated from society and all writ material. After hearing tales of all wondrous things that demand reading, one brave member would escape with me as the ever grounded Medeia.
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