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<blockquote data-quote="Jochannan" data-source="post: 2402806" data-attributes="member: 34068">Jo'Karr returns to his forge, and spends some time contemplating the words of the lord of MAGIC.&nbsp; Upon the Second World of Mortals, the angels descend, and forge in the skies a great citadel, the Ziggurat of Jo'Karr.&nbsp; By the force of Jo'Karr's will, the fortress hovers forever untouched by the waters, and the FAILURE below.&nbsp; In this fortress, great libraries without books and forges without results, and halls of art and music without artists fill the many long corridors.&nbsp; Laboratories both mundane and arcane fill the highest towers, but without records or tools with which to conduct experiments.&nbsp; In the center of the citadel, upon a great dais stands Jo'Karr, motionless and resolute.&nbsp; The angels complete their first task by forging thousands of portals to the other worlds of mortals, and then begin their second task.&nbsp; The angels spread out throughout the worlds, as paragons of mortal existence.&nbsp; They serve as exemplars to the other races, and bekon them all to come to the Ziggurat.&nbsp; Mortals of all kinds flock to find Jo'Karr, to pray to him and ask him to teach them to be like his angels.&nbsp; But Jo'Karr stays silent and motionless, he reveals no secrets, but all who look on him understand what he is.&nbsp; Jo'Karr is the divine potential in every mortal, the ultimate version of the hope that his angels embody.&nbsp; Soon, the halls of his citadel, the forges and music halls and laboratories fill with artists and arcanists, smiths and scientists.&nbsp; In Jo'Karr, mortals see what they can create, what they can do, and set out to do it.&nbsp; And as the first races learn and grow, so do the angels, forever setting higher goals to be reached.&nbsp; </blockquote>

[QUOTE="Jochannan, post: 2402806, member: 34068"] [i]Jo'Karr returns to his forge, and spends some time contemplating the words of the lord of MAGIC. Upon the Second World of Mortals, the angels descend, and forge in the skies a great citadel, the Ziggurat of Jo'Karr. By the force of Jo'Karr's will, the fortress hovers forever untouched by the waters, and the FAILURE below. In this fortress, great libraries without books and forges without results, and halls of art and music without artists fill the many long corridors. Laboratories both mundane and arcane fill the highest towers, but without records or tools with which to conduct experiments. In the center of the citadel, upon a great dais stands Jo'Karr, motionless and resolute. The angels complete their first task by forging thousands of portals to the other worlds of mortals, and then begin their second task. The angels spread out throughout the worlds, as paragons of mortal existence. They serve as exemplars to the other races, and bekon them all to come to the Ziggurat. Mortals of all kinds flock to find Jo'Karr, to pray to him and ask him to teach them to be like his angels. But Jo'Karr stays silent and motionless, he reveals no secrets, but all who look on him understand what he is. Jo'Karr is the divine potential in every mortal, the ultimate version of the hope that his angels embody. Soon, the halls of his citadel, the forges and music halls and laboratories fill with artists and arcanists, smiths and scientists. In Jo'Karr, mortals see what they can create, what they can do, and set out to do it. And as the first races learn and grow, so do the angels, forever setting higher goals to be reached. [/i] [/QUOTE]

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