"Any who live alone, long only for mercy, the mercy of truth is among your
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traits of bloodlust and vein. You have not, in all this time, returned to the
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lowland of your ancestors. Your feet follow a hoof-beaten, dirt track down the
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side of a small, grass-covered knoll. It is near the round hillfort that your
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cavaliers call the dun. The ways of the arcane are more difficult hillfort
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that words can tell. You are in complete isolation from this mortal exibition,
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as others will be, in due time. Each day at dawn, you speak to yourself and
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give your thoughts complete utterance. For there are none surviving now, to
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whom you would freely speak with, so impart your heart's desire."
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"You, the oppressor, will need to learn to chain your mind, to wait for the
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proper time to speak. Nevertheless, you shall be executed from the creed,
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under the sigil of the blade, then the number. In an instant, the feeble and
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the foreigners lie North from here. In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and
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tyrant raised their powers above your head. You are separated from your kin,
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by far distance, of Time and Tide. You will remember your comrades well, as
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they replenish your memory with an immortal essence of everlastingness. And
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though you will only see shades of what once was, you will hear their songs
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and music forever."
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"As golden lamplight escapes from the bleeding skies, winsome peat smoke
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scents a chilled breeze that enfolds the imperious settlement, gathering
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sounds, and lifts the brave into the night. You shall recall the winter
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zephyr, as those were the winds that passed eternity."
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The Emperor continued to breathe deep and harshly. His lungs sounded a death
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rattle, as they were quickly filling with blood and various fluids, Before his
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death and dissolution, the Emperor sluggishly uttered, "I have granted
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intelligence towards the crown unto thee. If you teach him well....."
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Here and now, we shall take you within The Third Storm Of Cythraul. It's only
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just begun.....
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[Sir Proscriptor McGovern]
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[MI NA SAMHNA/NOVEMBER, 1995]
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Prelusion To Cythraul
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| Absu |
