 |
|
| The Crypt |
| These are the one that have either died in battle, lie await in Torpor, or have been realm clicked for eternaty |
 |
|
| Mark you well: there is a place beyond spirit, beyond life which is Darkness, Shadow, and there Shadows dwell. An island, a fortress, a land of the Dead, I have traveled there through a pathway of doom and I have witnessed the dead king of the Stygian City as he sat in court. I have seen the faceless hooded ones traversing River Styx. They swarm about us like flies on a putrefying corpse, and like us, feed on fear, ecstasy, and anger. |
| Dead they are, but undead, and they are closer to us than we will ever know. |
| The Blood of my Brother cries out to me as I sleep as the Sun crosses the sky, I hear my brother,second-born Abel, screaming. Mark well the spirits of those who have died, Know their strength is not your own, Listen to their words: they carry wisdom. Listen not to their songs: that way is oblivion. Do not seek to bind them, but free them if you can, Such is the commandment of Caine, who himself has been imprisoned and freed. |
| .....The Book of Nod..... |
 |
 |
|