Post by Padre Romero on Mar 19, 2007 19:04:30 GMT -5
*A note is posted on the door of the Angell building, it appears to be written on a torn-out page of a very old manuscript by someone who knows calligraphy and has the time and patience to practice it*
On this day, one year ago, a weak, aging priest had a vision of a city filled with hope instead of fear, of life instead of death, and of progress instead of ruin.
This date marks the generation of the Angels, a reign of hope that has quenched a foundering city and spanned the most turbulent of times. Our ends have not changed, and by no means are we finished.
Our goals remaine the same: To rest this city from its slumber, to raise the fallen living, and raze the walking dead.
My voice has been silent these past few months, but I still persist.
And at this advent, the angels will be aphonic no longer, I advise action, abjure attentiveness, and admonish apathy!
More changes are coming to malton, and we shall help them along
As Always
Padre
On this day, one year ago, a weak, aging priest had a vision of a city filled with hope instead of fear, of life instead of death, and of progress instead of ruin.
This date marks the generation of the Angels, a reign of hope that has quenched a foundering city and spanned the most turbulent of times. Our ends have not changed, and by no means are we finished.
Our goals remaine the same: To rest this city from its slumber, to raise the fallen living, and raze the walking dead.
My voice has been silent these past few months, but I still persist.
And at this advent, the angels will be aphonic no longer, I advise action, abjure attentiveness, and admonish apathy!
More changes are coming to malton, and we shall help them along
As Always
Padre