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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Bitstream Charter, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I> The
date is November 7th, the year is eight-hundred and four. I am weary,
my thighs burning from riding horseback and my hands chafed from the
reins of my mount.&nbsp; Its dark.. so dark.&nbsp;&nbsp; I have been
traveling for hours, I know this, but I cannot remember where from
nor to.&nbsp; They say that memory loss is fuzzy and confusing, but
this night is perfectly clear, my senses sharper than ever, well, all
but my memory.&nbsp; Where am I?&nbsp; Who am I?&nbsp; I do not know,
but I do not feel afraid nor know why.&nbsp; I only know that I need
shelter before I catch a cold and die.&nbsp; </I></FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Bitstream Charter, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I> Leaning
forward, I urge the tired stallion into a slow walk towards where I
think I see light.&nbsp; An hour later, I have come to a huge walled
city in the middle of this endless plain.&nbsp; The night is murky,
and I know dawn is coming soon.&nbsp; My horse stops at the gate,
releasing a terrified whinny at an unknown enemy.&nbsp; I feel the
danger and dismount a split second before the horse rears, kicking
the air and shrieking its fear.&nbsp; Then the horse too is gone,
galloping off into the dark nothingness of the night.&nbsp; Turning
back to the gate, I raise my hand and knock.</I></FONT></FONT></FONT></P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp;</FONT></P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Bitstream Charter, serif"><FONT SIZE=2><I>Welcome
to Chalortown.&nbsp; </I></FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="arial"><FONT SIZE=2><I><B>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</B></I></FONT></FONT></FONT></P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp;<FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>The
private diary of Camille Swallow Chalortown
- May 18th, 805 A.D.</FONT></FONT></FONT></P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp;<FONT FACE="Kaela"> <FONT SIZE=2>Nobody
knows why the Disease happens.&nbsp; Some blame demons, others the
food, others </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>the
King himself. I blame only life itself, as that is the only thing
dastardly enough to </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>bestow
this upon us. I daily look out my window, and down upon the streets
of Chalortown. </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>I
see the Clean people, those without the Disease, milling about as
they must to survive. </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>I
also see the Diseased, as they almost equal the clean in number.&nbsp;
They look normal, and </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>some
even act it, but they are no longer right in the head, and will
gleefully murder even </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>themselves
with no misgivings or guilt.&nbsp; You can have no trust for them,
for they are not </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>sane
nor safe.&nbsp; I wonder if I will ever become Diseased, as so many
have.&nbsp; I wonder if I could</FONT></FONT></FONT></P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>leave
Chalortown, run away like my older brother did.&nbsp; The King does
not let us leave, for </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>fear
of contaminating the rest of the world, but many long to get out.&nbsp;
The King and his </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>family
live in Chalor Castle, at the northernmost point of the town.&nbsp;
They do not have the </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>Disease.&nbsp;
No, the castle is the only place here free of it, as anyone who gets
the Disease </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>within
Chalor Castle is swiftly killed.&nbsp; Still, I long to live there,
even as a scullery maid if I</FONT></FONT></FONT></P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>must.&nbsp;
There I would not have to sleep clutching a knife, there I would not
have to hide, </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000">&nbsp; <FONT FACE="Kaela"><FONT SIZE=2>and
run, and fight just to live.&nbsp; </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="arial"><FONT SIZE=2><B>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</B></FONT></FONT></FONT></P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Bitstream Charter, serif"><FONT SIZE=2>More
About:</FONT></FONT></FONT></P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Bitstream Charter, serif"><FONT SIZE=2> -Chalor</FONT></FONT></FONT></P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Bitstream Charter, serif"><FONT SIZE=2>Chalor.&nbsp;
A one city medieval kingdom, located miles from everywhere and
entirely under its own rule.&nbsp; A true monarchy, everything is
decided by the king, and those who want their lives do not openly
question him.&nbsp; The kingdom of Chalor is small, its high, thick
walls being a league wide, and equally long.&nbsp; Within the walls
it is divided into two parts, the town, and the castle.&nbsp; The
town is full of people, peasants, and merchants, all of which live
uncared for, and for most unwillingly, among the filth and the fear.</FONT></FONT></FONT></P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Bitstream Charter, serif"><FONT SIZE=2> -The
Diseased</FONT></FONT></FONT></P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Bitstream Charter, serif"><FONT SIZE=2>The
Diseased, those who for no reason have lost their sanity.&nbsp; It
takes different forms in different people, but the main shown effect
of it is extreme violence.&nbsp; Some with it are capable of even
faking normalcy in order to gain trust and then murder their prey.&nbsp;
The cause is unknown, nor is the cure.</FONT></FONT></FONT></P>
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<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT FACE="Bitstream Charter, serif"><FONT SIZE=2> -The
Outside World</FONT></FONT></FONT></P>
<P STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"><FONT FACE="Bitstream Charter, serif"><FONT COLOR="#000000"><FONT SIZE=2>Perhaps
the biggest mystery of them all, the outside world is something very
few remember. They say the memory loss is a result of the disease,
but others greatly disagree, blaming it on enchantment. The
enchantment is strangely predictable, though. Only a tiny percentage
of the population remember their lives before Chalor, but hardly any
memory loss occurs of Chalortown itself. </FONT></FONT></FONT>
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