Let The Ground Weep Red

[Treshure 5817]

 

Drums of war echoed through the chambers of the Dark Lord, where his servants preached his word eagerly. Those of Urguan smashed into their fort and took life, and it was to be repaid. For it was yet another trade; A deal to be dealt.

 

They flocked as sheep from wolves at the time, running anywhere the blade did not fall. It was only by the Will of Iblees that he direct the Third Generation Zemophrenis to a true path once more. Under one banner they were once united, and under it once more they shall stand, steadfast in the ways of their foes.

 

They fled to the highest mountain tops and the deepest canyons looking for their safe haven, only to realize they must cast their own out of the rock that molded the Fringe. They ventured deep into already present cave systems and carved out the holdings of his great Will, forever bound in secrecy to where they roamed. The Age of Desolation and the Age of Preaching had ended, and the Age of Obscurity was to be made. Their holdings secret, the secrets in said holdings even more upheld among their ranks.

 

To make sure these things would never happen again, the top ranking Officers of his Will hammered out the gems of the molten rock and poured their twisted emotions into it's creation, to try and block out those who would seek harm to their kind. It's use or legitimacy is shrouded in a black mist of secrets, only to be revealed when the time allows it.

 

From the earth they had risen, and from the earth they shall conduct their affairs. For his Will is unending, and unfailing. His grace never faltering in the slightest, for his Will provides. And through endless hardships only he could provide. For the followers of his Great Will were the keepers of the music, the sound of unbeating hearts.

Praise Iblees.

 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.