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| Sixth Gate: Tyrokh The Place of Ever-War |
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| "Take up the staff, to strike swiftly at the Other, else the Other strike you down. To bear the song of war deep into the soul is to be alive in the weft of the stars." -- Dar Rebaarl. |
| With knowledge, came the knowing of differences. And those who were different were a threat that had to be eliminated. The wars fought were both ugly, over the song of the soul, or noble, over belief and creed. But they were all wars. And still, within Tyrokh, they echo over and over. Unceasing. Deadly. Continuing to rend the fabric apart to threads burning in the fires of hatred. |
| Knowledge here is a snake forever eating itself. It creates, only so that it can destroy. Great warriors rise, only to be defeated and slaughtered. Whole civilisations are carved by the keenness of the blade. And everywhere, the land is soaked in blood. |
| "Look out upon the battlefield, and tell me what you see; Brother, enemy, They die just the same, they die just the same." |
| Leave, now. Or your end will come, far sooner than you may wish. This place is not for those such as you. Please. Go. |