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From over the horizon, a young nomad sets his tools down. Settling upon the red-soaked grass and firm earth, he raised a tent in honour of his ancestors and new home. With each strike and with each heave, he called to one of his great gods. His blue eyes, like the colour of the great sky, shimmered within the new-world light, his GOD giving him praise for his new settlement.
The nomad called, the first pillar of the tent rose.
“Hail thee!”
“Hail the great Skyfather!”
He called some more, the tent beginning to take shape.
“Hail the lord of the great oak and sky, Radaghast!”
The tent was set, for he had laid camp, it was now time to gain glory in the name of his ancestor;
Vladimir ‘The bear of Vistulia’