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Many rumors had started flowing through out the streets of the large city of Rymstand. Tales of magic and dark powers kept those who lived there in constant fear for themselves. Young ones raomed the crowded streets yelling out made up words, what they believed to be the words for unlocking great magical powers. Many of the trouble mothers began scolding the youngsters. They did not approve of such things, nor did the mighty king, Sir Royal. "You must not try to create something out of nothing. If something were to truly come from those words you will be smitten a wizard and hung imediately." A disheveled mother squeazed her son's arm tightly, warning him of the dangers that can come from even the simple talk of magic. And in fear that the royal knights may surly come galloping through the town, watching for the 'dark ones'. If there was one word of magic, even a rumor, or whisper, heard by the royal guards, the person who spoke would be captured and questioned.