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Besieged by pelting rain, filled with trepidation from the crashing and flashing of tormented skies, our intrepid crusaders move forward into the undisclosed wilderness. Flowing maze like before this most dangerous of places, bending and pressing to unknown forces, grasses glisten in the moonlight. Seeming to glow between each emergence of the growing storm, standing out eerily in the impending darkness, the barren branches of a great tree reach up toward the night. Fearlessly and fearfully looking into the darkness, knowing that the way back is shut, our crusaders press forward. With little regard to consequences, with no alternative other than facing the unknown, our gallant crew discovers it’s only through personal experiences that any true understanding may be found.
It’s not that little Binder is a brave or strong mouse. However, events have forced him to go beyond anything previously thought possible. Reaching out into the unknown, he finds is the true essence of life and living. There are no words to these forms of truths, words often cloud their meaning. However, when opening one’s self to the inexplicable, their substance can magically be felt. With a peculiar combination of fear and excitement, he prepares to face his personal unspoken truth.
There is little that is more exciting than to witness the unbelievable become believable. However, when one takes up sword and shield, risking life for another, it truly becomes a sight to behold. This and more we’ll see, as our fearless crusaders, battling adversity, forge new and rebuild forgotten friendships in the wilderness.
Loyalty and friendship can have vastly different meanings, however neither should go unappreciated.
COME JOIN THE CRUSADERS OF GOLANTHIA, AS THEY LEARN THAT LIFE IS MUCH MORE THAN SIMPLE CONTINUANCE.

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Gaily adorned the streetlights shine
Lightly powdered with newly fallen snow
Lights that backdrop this night sky
Twinkle at the season's change below

So quiet the night, so pure
Cleansed before the dawn
Lordly the land doth roam

Unruffled furrows
Silken as they sparkle with an Inner light
Sleep silent beneath this cover of white

Fence posts line in ordered rows
Stand guard to argue with winter's blow
Huffing as the sleigh goes swish
Steam bellows as a nearby mist
Along this fence lined road tonight is heard
Sweet song protected beneath a muffled cloak
Breaking through an uncut road
Midnight travelers glow in seasoned hue

Upon the distant crown this night
Casting fallen light doth glow
Through the frosted widows gleam
A hearth so warm
Covered with all forms of shining things

Fire spits with sharp flung crackle
Leaping flames surround
Venting sweet the gathered wood
Blazing as the night resounds

Figures move in the dimming night
For the expecting light of day
Lying lighted by the hearth
Sleeping soundly
Parents watch as their child lay
Silently they package for the coming day

Oh the time we spend
Together with much applause
To take a little disregard
Without a passing thought

So much the due I owe
Having such a friend
Who is there without a thought
Every time I need to mend

So with brief counsel
Weighing that I see
Not only are you there for me
I be ready if you need

G.E.Graves
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