A joyous frenzy swept over the crowd, cackling and bellowing, shifting and wailing. The time had come. Their lives swelled before them and made them all the wiser to their talking, which they used to call out His name in new ways, and it was pleasing to behold.


    The King looked at all who loved Him and sighed to Himself.


    “What a pity”, he said.


    “That I should die here alone on my birthday.”


    “Are not the chanters worthy?”


    “My soldiers, my faithful who would spill an ocean of blood for My Name alone.”


    “Where have they gone?”


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    “Must it be so? Am I truly the only one?”


    The jubilance and wonder of the crowd had begun to swell into a ferocious frenzy of Names and Numbers. They mustered every voice they knew, both inside and not, and called for their King.


    They were afraid.


    “My friends”, said the Minister,


    “Let us break this place. Tear down the false walls and Towers. Cast out the wicked and the wondering.”


    “Tonight is a grand night.”


    “Our King has come.”


    “Rejoice in His Splendor”.


    Excerpt from The Tales of the Suiren Dar’Loga


    Author Unknown


    Earliest known copies of this passage date back to 1E 225


    However it was recorded that the texts had simply been found around this time


    Their true Origin remains a mystery.


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    <li style="font-weight: 400">Akor Drobi of His Majesties Temple</li>


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