The temptation of sleep slams into your thoughts as you look about.

<851/851 1104/1134 559/581 20220tnl 4 AM> Agarah pulls his robe close about his body, enveloping himself in a shround of darkness as he slumbers.

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You try to sleep in a sleepless existence.

<851/851 1104/1134 559/581 20220tnl 5 AM>
Different shades of gray from mist colored to black, are all your eyes can see.

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Looking out from a tall spire overlooking a sea of these shades of grey, you claim the city as your own that you protect.

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All about you are your magistrates and guards, sworn to obey the law at your bidding.

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Citizens of all races and sizes bow to you accordingly as you walk the streets.

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Not a single crime reported in decades has made your reign as Provost the most successful of all time.

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A glint of silver catches your line of vision, barely perceptable through all the grays.

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It is a Silver Badge of Justice worn by a human guard you recognize.

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The glint of silver was just enough to jog your memory about the human, but you feel he shouldn't be here.

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You head back to the spire and begin scratching something on a piece of parchment.

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You slowly begin to realize that it hasn't been decades, but hundreds of years.

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The human, would have to be over three hundred years old.

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You leave the spire and run through the streets realizing that for hundreds of years, you have been protecting a city of undead.

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You wake in a cool sweat.