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| The Guardian I am a guardian unto the mortal realm. I have barred the gates to the outside... The ancient orders, forgotten but seething. The ancient followers, old but breathing. The ancient fighters, dead but dreaming. I have forged the chains which contain the darkness of my breeding. The chaos contained, yet still festering. The rage controlled, yet still existing. The fires fueled, yet still unmoving. I have fought the great battles. The ring of the sword an enemies call. The clash of blade against armour thy enemies dread. The fall of a hammer upon metal skin a warriors worth. The strike of an axe a warriors birth. I have lived many lifetimes. Forever living and dieing upon this mortal plain. A husk of mortal flesh and bone, dieing from the moment born. A soul of clay, molded by a mortal time. An avitar awaiting its mortal frame. An ageless soul? forever fighting upon the field of the mind. |
| The Nae'jarae Of fury strike and darkness fall... Of the rages of the ages I will forever recall... Of the chaotic magus? I have watched befall... Whence pierced their ears the fury call... In ages passed when the world was young... Was creation unleashed, when the song was sung... From the words of power came beast unseen... Standing not in the physical or the astral, but the inbetween.. First rose from dust that which would not see... For under the earth is where it was meant to be... Next came from the wind that which would not touch earth... For it belonged to the winds of its mithral birth.... Next came from the waters that which could not stand... Fore it bore upon it no legs, as it was not fire brand... Next came from the sky that which sky that which can never die... For unto its young it passes on power, that none shall know Anth'nih... Next came from the marsh that which moved slow as the ages... For unto its shell it showed the power of the eternal wages... Next came from the rock that would has no eyes to see... For it belonged with the darkness, away from the prying eyes of the Ko'tarae... Last came from the mountains that which could see past it all... That he would be the watcher, the last to fall. Spirits of the earth they are... For no matter when or where, they are never far. Keepers of balance they can never truly be.... Fore unto their hearts is the purpose of the Nae'jarae... |
| The Way of Honor Warrior young, I know where you have been. I too have bled and died upon the fields of death. I too have fought and killed mine enemies. I too have lived in the borderlands between this world and the next. Take care, young warrior, not to thrive in the lands of mortal man. For the world of man corrupts as nothing can. Fore to live beyond the age of man is the world of the Orikan. With hammer and axe, fury I too have wrought. With enemies blood, a reputation I have bought. With sword and shield, victory I have wrought. With tooth and claw, freedom I have sought. Hear me now and hear me well. Fore this I will but once tell. The price for corruption is eternity within the halls of Tael'oth'kral. |
