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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Loonook" data-source="post: 199233" data-attributes="member: 1861">Tale of the Wayfarer Part 3One shall not enter a temple of this land to desecrate it, lest those who made that temple hath fallenfrom the Stone of the Law of EthosThe temple looked almost empty, with only the random vermin that scuttled across the floor from its phantom feet.  It could not enter that place for long, but it knew they would come soon to here.  It was not in the plan of striking here; this was a place sacred even to the Vishni and the line that they came from, the Bajdormi and Dormi in general.  This was a place where Prince Et Kien Esha Ytesh Linok, son of Nithalndl Linok, had lain after its battle with Tiuy the Great, the one those who had been behind that prodigal son had called Tiuy the Fat.  The blade of Pallnthrai had been driven into the Prince's eye, its dimensionless edge plunged through to sever its spirit and destroy the very essence, leaving a husk.  That Prince had been retrieved by this Vishni, and it had felt... fear? No... sadness not.  It had felt emotion when it saw that dead thing, its quest solved.  As it had passed through the arch of this temple, it had made the pillars fall around its head, for there would be none to protect this temple.  After that the temple had fallen into the hands of many; some used it as a meeting place for secret rituals to the god of the Hui Dal, perhaps even one of their own summoners released during that long-ago war.  To think of that century passed infuriated this one, and it drove its hand through the nearest thick post, drilling through and out.  It walked out of the temple, its false garb making no sound... it was to be another day when they would meet, but for now it would let them pass... bring back their fallen comrade and then, when they numbered full, it may strike... but it had other affairs.  Deep in its fake flesh, its living ruse, a ball of heat lay.  That soul, denied return or passage into that land beyond, was to be paid... and it would only be then when it would strike... it had a long path, and a short time, but even as it moved it felt it had less and less... its spirit decayed, as did the form it seemed to create from that spirit... its glam flashed between the truth and the lie; each false in comparison to its complete form, and each seeming to peel in this desecrated temple... soon</blockquote>

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