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Prelude - Sayings
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I.
> Let me tell thee about Gods.
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> There is Uher, Gods-father
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> Giver of life and High Magisters
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> The latter, most are less happy about.
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> There’s Tyeus, the warrior priest
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> Whom the Lorians love.
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> Luthos, the fool
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> The patron of vagabonds, and luck.
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> Allegedly.
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> Naossis the Red.
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> Neither male nor female
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> Goddess of whores and pleasure
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> Much loved by all.
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> And Ora, the Silent
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> Bringer of the Fading Light
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> Only loved by Assassins and his Silent Servants.
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> These are the Five
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> Whom most people pray to
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>
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> II.
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> For there are more
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> those of the Old Realms.
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> The Old Gods of the Zilan, the Gish
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> and the Folk
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> Like Abrakas, the Abhorrent
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> Whom sailors still keep in their minds.
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> Nesande,
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> Holder of Magic and forbidden practices,
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> Now lost to us all.
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> And Eodrass,
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> The Wyvern God
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> Whom no man alive,
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> knows anything about.
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> -
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> Roads of Soteras, volume IV
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> Gods Chapter,
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> -prologue
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> (2nd paragraph was censored in all subsequent editions)
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> Soteras, circa 68 NC
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> ‘War is a slothful beast
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> Slow to awaken,
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> Difficult to understand.
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> Once it does though,
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> It has a mind of its own,
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> And cannot be stopped.’
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> -
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> Lord Sirio Veturius
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> Circa 206 NC
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> The Fall Of Heroes
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> Next time I say,
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> we flip a bloody coin,
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> Ye do it for me Pretty…
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> -
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> Dante Blackwood’s
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> Last words, to an unknown Gish ranger,
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> during the battle of Hellfort's pass
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> (Cofol name Teid-Riden)
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> Circa 189 NC
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> Of treachery, the faithful had spoken
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> Ancient Zilan Elegy
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> I can’t name the road, nor speak of the sea,
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> Shades have no tongue,
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> and all dead sound alike;
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> to the Servants of the Fading Light.
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> -
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> A Silent Sernant's coded greeting
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> 2nd era
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> circa 8 NC