*the book is dusty and worn, pages are torn and some words are illegible, you read what you can* …..have…..believed…..courage and honour……..immovable…….might……curse Iblees…….insatiable greed……nation…….fall…….pillar….hope….collapse.

*this book is dusty and worn, pages are torn and many words are illegible but you read what you can eagerly with interest* …..with sterility……Fallen…..more ways…..fight…war…..blood-lust……..veil of ruby…..smoke……..choke…….life…….drown.

*the book you hold in your hands is clasped in ancient worn leather, black as the void. The book exudes a strange ominous presence, you feel nervous handling it, but you continue to read reluctantly* …..meddling…..weak…….blinded……land…….mighty cities……..collapse…. themselves…..quarrel……..each other……ardent men…….throne……death….. themselves.

*a book clasped in ugly green leather lies loosely in a bookcase . it possesses a strange, repulsive stench, yet it still draws it to you. You begin to read the book in increasing anticipation* …….hated……forever cursed……ugly…..heartless…..pillage…….murder…. …..chaos…..terror…….not in the name of……..destroy……..own kin……. one to stand against…………punished.

Sabet, 35th of Suns Smile, 1308 ::1. You shall not commit murder against any other Undead. To do so would be to invoke banish ment from our ranks and action to be dealt with ruthlessly. ::2. You shall not steal from any other Undead. To do so would result in your banishment. ::3. You shall…

::1. You shall not commit murder against any other Undead. To do so would be to invoke banish ment from our ranks and action to be dealt ruthlessly. ::2. You shall not steal from any other Undead. To do so would invoke harsh punishment and po ssible banishment. ::3. You shall never reveal any inside…

((Castellano, do you have improved chat?))

::Bent double, like old beggars under sacks ::Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through the sludge ::Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs ::And towards our distant rest began to trudge ::Dwarves marched asleep. Many had lost their boots ::But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; ::Drunk with fatigue; deaf even…

The moons and stars were hidden from sight, making that particular quiet night especially dark. The town guard had to carry torchlight to make their rounds ; but the man who came to my chapel that night carried no light with him. I came to learn that Movarth Piquine co uld see just as well…

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