The Gift of Opportunity was bestowed upon a Land Bereft, though from such Fountains of Plenty did Potential overflow. Risk outweighed Reward, and the Great rallied together to give Limits to Truth and Subdue Possibility. The Cage was Wrought with Thirteen Locks, the Keys entrusted to Nine Wardens, and Freedom was Encased Forevermore, even as the World Crumbled around it.
But as Eternity stretched, the Will of Nine would be undermined by the Whims of Eight, each to bear Broken Links of the Shackles’ Chains and Bind What Was to What Is, given Knowledge, Progress, Transformation, Perfection, Unity, Longevity, Revenge, and Birth for the Privilege. From Whispers stretching from the Depths came Ears and Eyes, and now Hands reach to where Feet long to stand, wielding what they can Grip to meet their Needs. Safety stands perched atop Thirteen teetering Pillars, though Time and Purpose crumble the unsteady Foundations as Blindness of the Vigilant takes root. The Omens of Infinity begin to Fester as more Harvest is Reaped from the Source, and What is Known begins to Melt under the Weight of Prospect.
Upon Soaring Lands Twice Arrived from Afar shall unite Vanguards Anew, gathered together to Rebuild the Fallen and stand against the Grand Design on behalf of the Kingdom built upon It. Before them lie Trials and Tribulations, destined to face Loss, Consequences, Greed, Falsehoods, and their own Flaws as they Overcome the Mountain of Necessity and make their Voice heard Echoing from atop its Peak. But as Uncertainty grows and Constraints fail, the Future of even these Champions of Certainty cannot be Seen, and only Time can speak as to their Fate and the Eras Beyond.
We can only Hope that the Sun never Rises upon a Land Where Freedom Reigns.
- Bajran, Protector of the Red Wastes
But as Eternity stretched, the Will of Nine would be undermined by the Whims of Eight, each to bear Broken Links of the Shackles’ Chains and Bind What Was to What Is, given Knowledge, Progress, Transformation, Perfection, Unity, Longevity, Revenge, and Birth for the Privilege. From Whispers stretching from the Depths came Ears and Eyes, and now Hands reach to where Feet long to stand, wielding what they can Grip to meet their Needs. Safety stands perched atop Thirteen teetering Pillars, though Time and Purpose crumble the unsteady Foundations as Blindness of the Vigilant takes root. The Omens of Infinity begin to Fester as more Harvest is Reaped from the Source, and What is Known begins to Melt under the Weight of Prospect.
Upon Soaring Lands Twice Arrived from Afar shall unite Vanguards Anew, gathered together to Rebuild the Fallen and stand against the Grand Design on behalf of the Kingdom built upon It. Before them lie Trials and Tribulations, destined to face Loss, Consequences, Greed, Falsehoods, and their own Flaws as they Overcome the Mountain of Necessity and make their Voice heard Echoing from atop its Peak. But as Uncertainty grows and Constraints fail, the Future of even these Champions of Certainty cannot be Seen, and only Time can speak as to their Fate and the Eras Beyond.
We can only Hope that the Sun never Rises upon a Land Where Freedom Reigns.
- Bajran, Protector of the Red Wastes