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| Seventh Gate: Raragar The Place of Desolation |
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| After the war, the battlefield grows cold. Blood soaks into the soil, and kills even down to the water, which it taints to poison. Soil in death turns to cold, grey dust which clings to all ... even the lines of your soul. And forever the skies glow grey. |
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| The unwary may mistake this place as another Nokhror ... where all that should be feared are the dead. This is not true. There are those who thrive when the land is dead and they are not. They wait with keen eyes and sharp claws for Travellers like you. |
| Raragar is that place where the hopeful wait, keeping their faith fires warm, waiting for a sign that they have not been forsaken. When the wars of Tyrokh spill over and send lightning crackling through the skies ahead of abomination ... they still wait. And recall the names of those who preserved them in the past. Even as the sword slices their lives apart ... still, they utter the names. The Redeemers will not forsake them. The Keepers of the Light... the Keepers of the Covenant... the Children will come again. |
| Walk on. Try not to stop when the noises grow loud and echo around you. Walk on. |
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