Not long ago, on the previous Dawn of the Update, I took a rather long journey. Luckily for me, I am very good friends with the Keepers of the Gate, and they allowed my passage out of my sweet Province. I ventured out of the Ports into the vast Ocean, finding shelter on various islands, sticking to a more humble style of living as opposed to that I live in Gavel.
Many days had passed, however I finally arrived in the Bay of Pirates on the out reaches of the Land of the Remlars. I journied through their Capital, around the Great Wall of Almuj, and ventured across the unforgiving Desert of Al-Rem. Only after the passing of twenty three days and nights did I find myself at the shores of Esrah to the East.
I fashioned a boat for the river, and I traveled South from there. This was the farthest I have ever been from my home in _____. On my way, I encountered a tomb, the Clay Towers of Grol'Ahn, and two warring Tribes. A waterfall brought my boat down to the depths of the Mesa Canyon.
There, I looked for a place to live my days in the Province of Wynn. Fellow Gavelians tell me how horrible this Province is, however I like it just fine. Almost as much as my Homelands beyond the Wall of Earth to the North of the vast Ocean. There, I found an architect by the name of Ashton, telling me he has lived for many Updates, long before my Kind established Maltic.
It was then that I realized I remembered him and these Canyons, for these were the Lands I was born in. In my years in Gavel, I had forgotten my life of Meklar-ship, in which time I ruled the City of Rymek in its early years. Now, it was a bustling and cramped metropolis, and I was offered its Mayorly position once more. Gladly, I accepted.
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