A Special Delivery Made To The Shattered Temple

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*Lucadia
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Posted by *Lucadia »


A Namer from the Sign of One announces himself, wearing what appear to be pair of socks on his hands and cheerily smile, politely explaining as a token of good will, he believes this box belonged here.

Not only does he leave a box, but also a basket of clean, white and mated socks. There maybe hundreds of them, explaining each Athar may take a pair if they wish.


The box contains hundred books, all the same. They read as follows:

The Lord of Socks and You
What the Signers believe . .
This appears to be a self-help guide explaining the nature of the God of Socks and his trendy tenets.

He of the Stockings offers his blessings through the great weave of stitching. Wool or cotton, silk or cashmere, He is there to mend our holey needs and find comfort in the coldest of winters. He graces us with his presence every day – from the time we slip our socks on in the morning, to the tossed sock after work. Praise him by leaving them last to be taken off, the first to be washed.

Not only does he work to warm the coldest of feet and keep them dry in murky swamps, he desires to be our guidance in everyday life. We should follow and heed his advice to place one foot in front of another and keep marching till our next destination, knowing our reward is another fresh pair of socks.

You know you been blessed by the Lord of Socks when his servants appear in your drawer. These "puppets" come in many sizes or colors and instead of being worn on your feet, desire to be placed upon your hand. Once there, you will find they have a voice to speak to you and others around you. They warn you of the dangers of smelly soles and the jam between toes.
Another piece of wisdom he desires to share with all that will listen - how to reflect upon your love life. It socks to be lonely and everyone is looking for a mate. Should you find a lost sock or another person, show them the way to be together again.

May your colors never fade nor be stolen by house elves.
*rapsam2003
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Posted by *rapsam2003 »


Upon seeing the delivery, Morthos pinches the bridge of his nose, sighs, and heads towards the portal to the Astral Plane. The rather-new Athaon ignores the looks he receives.

"I must clear my head," he says.
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