[h1][color=purple]The Kingdom of Alimor[/color][/h1]

As the others turned their capes and left, Keltheron stood, still gazing at the big obelisk. [i]"Magborne."[/i] he called out. One of his companions stopped and turned around to him again. [i]"Yes, King-Mage?"[/i] the yellow-cloaked mage responded. When Keltheron did not say anything else, Magborne approached him. [i]"What's bothering you, my King?"[/i] she said. Keltheron finally turned to face his trusted advisor.
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[i]"We were not first to this land, it seems. The ruins of past civilization stand before us, yet for it's seeming grandeur and power, whoever erected this monument is long gone now... Will we meet the same fate, I wonder?"[/i] Keltheron spoke solemnly.
[i]"No."[/i] Magborne said, unwavering. [i]"We are born and gifted by the God of Magic. We are the chosen, led by the greatest King-Mage who has ever been crowned. We will not fall into ruin."[/i]
Keltheron smiled. Perhaps Magborne is right, or perhaps she is simply exalted in his pressence.
[i]"Whatever destiny is to be ours, we shall meet it at the best of our abilities."[/i] Keltheron said and placed his hand upon the surface of the obelisk. Magborne could feel the hum of magic in the air changing.
[i]"What are you doing, Keltheron?!"[/i] she exclaimed.
[i]"Claiming what is now ours."[/i]

Then, he destroyed the obelisk.

[color=gray][b]C)[/b] Destroy the obelisk.[/color]