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      | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ || It is a cold and dark evening as the hapless traveler weaves his way through the || | | |.o.| |.| |
      | Web Client    || dark and haunted forest. This man  has made a grave mistake entering these woods || '-' '---' '-' |
      | Clients       || with so  little protection  and so little  equipment. He  wears no armour  but a ||              \|
      | Quickstart    || silver headband, and  carries no weapon but gnarled  walking stick. Without much ||              o|
      | Wait, What?   || more than the shirt on his back and  the shoes on his feet. The fool didn't even ||               |
      | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ || bring basic provisions. This poor soul  is unlikely to see another dawn. Despite ||               |
      | Races         || all this, he seems content. Is it  ignorance that keeps him composed in a forest ||               |
      | Guilds        || that intimates the demons themselves?                                            ||              o|
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      | Lore          || Perhaps tired  of his trek,  the man  stops in the  center of a  small clearing, ||               |
      | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ || seats himself on the  cold ground, folds his legs, and closes  his eyes. Did the ||               |o
      | Who's online? || air pulse around  him momentarily? It must just be the  night playing tricks. If ||               |
      | Finger        || so, the  night appears  to have more  trickery in  store as the  world instantly ||              \|
      | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ || becomes silent as the grave. The cold wind shifts and the sound of marching feet ||               |
      | The Guide     || and  clanking  armour pierces  the  stillness.  Unconcerned,  the man  does  not ||              o|
      | Player Help   || move. If anything, he seems even more at peace.                                  ||               |
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      | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ || The  traveler is  still sitting  there  when the  orcs enter  the clearing  from ||               |
      | Imprint       || behind. Seeing this  defenseless meal before them, the  orcs laugh to themselves ||               |
      |               || and draw  their cold dark  steel.  They close  in on the  poor fool. He  must be ||               |
      |               || utterly terrified  for he doesn't even move.  The world is indeed  a hard place, ||               |
      |               || but this night, the lesson is learned too late.                                  ||               |
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      |               || In a  nearby village, the  miners look  up from their  ale as a  terrible shriek ||               |
      |               || rises in  the distance.  The shriek cuts  off abruptly  and the men  shake their ||               |
      |               || heads as one.  They know all too well  the dangers of the forest.  A few moments ||               |
      |               || later, the men look  up and once again tilt their ears to  the night. There is a ||              \|
      |               || great  rustling in  the wilderness  beyond the  gate.  Something  or  someone is ||               |
      |               || running wildly through the trees screaming in terror.  It is at this moment that ||               |
      |               || they notice a hapless traveler approaching them. How did he get past the guards? ||               |
      |               || And how did he get through the gate?                                             ||               |
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      |               || Who are the Psionics?                                                            ||               |
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      |               || Have you  ever felt that there  is more to  the material world above  and beyond ||               | o
      |               || that which your  senses perceive? At its most fundamental,  the world with which ||               |/
      |               || you  interact is  nothing more  than varying  forms of  energy.  Through intense ||         o    s|
      |               || discipline and training,  a Psionic learns to harness the power  of the mind and ||     o  /    /x|
      |               || to use the mind.s infinite abilities  to not only perceive the underlying energy ||      \/ __o/xs|
      |               || of  the  universe,  but to  influence  it.   Training  one.s mind  is  extremely ||       \/   \xx|
      |               || difficult and to  be able to use the mind  effectively takes incredible patience ||        \    \s|
      |               || and determination.  The path of a  Psionic is arduous  and long, but if  you are ||         \   /x|
      |               || among the few to traverse it  successfully, the rewards are limited only by your ||        nmsxxsx|    
      |               || creativity.                                                                      ||       xsxxxmxs|      .
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