We remember the endless winter of our forefathers, when all was frost and fog and ice. We remember when the gods promenaded in courtship on our plane, from beyond the stars. Theirs was a most serious engagement, merely a formality - an act without love. But one saw that there was already life present and saw it indeed for what it was: Life. She, who became our Patron. She, who stayed behind out of love for life, became our goddess.

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We remember magic was put into the world, a blessing from our Great Mother. Our forefathers expanded beyond the Pale lands, and word of our people spread. The Outsiders came, drawn by greed for the flame that was our Gift, and War soon followed. Our Great Mother receded, and our families split, divided by hardship and betrayal. The Old Ways were all but lost.

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We remember a Truce emerged: Seed the magic amongst the nobility of the Outsiders, or the flame of our people eradicated forever. Faced with extinction, our forefathers were left no choice, now that our Great Mother had fallen silent. A tenuous peace was declared, and so it has remained, with our children who court with the Noble Outsiders to keep it such.

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We remember the disgrace we suffered at the hands of the Outsiders.

We remember our defeat and dishonor.

We remember the price our People had to pay.

We remember...

And we will never forget.