| Siarakh: The Place of the Grey Stones |
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| This is where the knowledge was supposed to begin. |
| If it did, then it didn't take, for there are still far more fools in the multiverse then there are sages. The purpose, the reason for the coming of the Kriskarg may have failed ingloriously. |
| If anyone can remember what the purpose, what the reason actually was. |
| They call the Kriskarg many things. |
| The enigma gives them away, every time. In their enigmatic silence, the only notes seeping from them into history's cauldron being the twisted prophecies of the likes of Narxac the Mad -- they can truly only be called Those of The Grey. Anything else eludes the nature of their being. |
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| They taught the worlds to feel. They brought animation out of coldest rock. They played the part of creator gods, without realising what they had wrought. As one thinker has said, from the benefit of time passed and distance enjoyed: "They know nothing of those who live where their feet may tread. We are as insignificant to them as are the ants upon the blade of grass we have just crushed to oblivion." |
| As you can see, the Kriskarg are hardly venerated. Merely tolerated. As we must all tolerate the elements which make up all that is around us. |
| "Those Who Fly Without Shadow." |
| "The Walkers of the First Dawn." |
| "The Bringers of The Light." |
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| Art work (right) by Dee Dreslough. Visit her sites! www.dreslough.com |
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| Memory dulls as time flows on, as races fade, as tales of heroism and cowardice become mere waking dreams at the edge of dawn, discounted by the ignorant, misused by the foolish, undiscovered by the wise. |
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| Rimwalkers Stories: Jik'hirun-gharl. |