Kvasir
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In the sunny lands Lokhia, land of the panda men, Lokhians, a peaceful little temple sat in the midst of the trees and mountains around it. The temple was old, thought seemed to be holding well in the serene area, its stones mossy but the air crisp and fresh with the sounds of birds squeaking and quaking in the trees. Paper lamp lights with their orange flames flickered when the sun fell and the moon rose. An older Lokhian man sat there, his legs crossed and a pipe in his mouth, he had been lazily meditating. All morning he had been putting out notices for the re-acceptance of monks into the temple. This temple being farther out from the city, in the Ukhal valley.
The flyer read as follows;
The Ukhal Temple is now accepting new and willing monks. Those who wish to join may simply send a letter to the temple, singing with their information. We will accept anybody, as long as they are willing to accept the hard life that comes with being a monk. Those willing to connect with their spirtual side, and understand the true power they can have over themselves and spirits around them, join. Those who wish to learn more of themselves and their history, join.
Any good Lokhian man or woman, may join.
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