It was our goal to travel on a great journey. Never knowing where the road would take us next, we travelled across plains, through tiny villages where the locals would recognize us and our League. We didn't have to explain our destintion. They knew we were heading Eastward and pointed us the direction.
	We passed castles that had once been magical, and still possessed some magic dust inbetween the cracks of their stone. A statue of a poet lost in prose has stood here for a century.
	We journeyed over mountains, through forests and valleys... the road was always rough and tiresome, however the mission of the journey persisted... ...through these places of such analog beauty, a digital road needed to be paved...

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