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| “Some of the dream sages wrote gorgeously of the wonders beyond the irrepassable gate, but others told of horror and disappointment, I knew not which to believe, yet longed more and more to cross forever into the unknown land, for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures and no new horror can be more horrible than the daily torture of the common place. “ | “Some of the dream sages wrote gorgeously of the wonders beyond the irrepassable gate, but others told of horror and disappointment, I knew not which to believe, yet longed more and more to cross forever into the unknown land, for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures and no new horror can be more horrible than the daily torture of the common place. “ | ||
| - | Falter the Inexorable, born kedeth in 2002, joined red-magi with ambition of matching or surpassing the power of "Q", underwent horrid surgery to become human while still unknown to the world, became a legend throughout the land for pyromantic prowess. Later abandoned all hope in the limited power of red magi and the worlds resistance to their fires, and sought to become a bezhauldaar, mightiest of races. Was gravely disappointed.....now lives on vicariously through his protégé' "Abandon all Hope". | + | "O friend and companion of night, thou who rejoicest in the baying of dogs and spilt blood, who wanderest in the midst of shades among the tombs, who longest for blood and bringest terror to mortals, Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon, look favourably on our sacrifices!" |
Revision as of 12:47, 7 January 2009
“Some of the dream sages wrote gorgeously of the wonders beyond the irrepassable gate, but others told of horror and disappointment, I knew not which to believe, yet longed more and more to cross forever into the unknown land, for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures and no new horror can be more horrible than the daily torture of the common place. “
"O friend and companion of night, thou who rejoicest in the baying of dogs and spilt blood, who wanderest in the midst of shades among the tombs, who longest for blood and bringest terror to mortals, Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon, look favourably on our sacrifices!"
