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said to truly mean anything here, is the street leading past the temple and graveyard and to the Wood gate. The
street closest to this northern one leads to the Earth gate and is home to the tavern in which I now sit. Oddly enough
this tavern has been able to continue to function as one. Often individuals from the clan enclaves in the hills
have business in town and don't want to walk back. They provide wines and other things that the village itself
cannot produce, but are a strange bunch. Most of the enclaves are, due to the distance from the gates, quite near
the interface bewteen our pocket of space and the real world. Being that close plays strange tricks. There are rumors of some people aging over night and one case where crops appeared out of no place, then when later seeds where actually planted, nothing came up from them. The monks say that time must have warped and reversed itself in some strange way to cause this. It is tales like that which make me glad I am mixed, sharing the blood of both metal and water clans. These two clan blaim each other for a series of disasterous losses against the demon lord, before the gates where created. It is believed that my parents died in one of the last of these battles. Only a few like me, which share both blood lines, are around though and there is some rumors that the two clans may have intentionally tried to destroy all signs that they ever had produced offspring that belong to both lines. Once the gates where in place, nearly half the number of every clan was cut off from those that where within the range of the gates. It is believed that if such death squads fought, then |