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“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour
all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness,
nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”
— J.R.R Tolkien
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''I Awoke underneath the boughs and canopies of the World Tree. It towers over my lands, trunk stretching into the firmaments and roots digging deep, briding the divides to the Otherrealms. I left my home in search of Enlightenment, a wanderer without a home, a searcher lacking a quest, a knight errant with neither stirrups nor lance. I have begged for alms with the Dervishes of Anatolia, and I have hunted with eagles in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. I have danced at weddings in Phnom Penh, and I have whispered secrets to the spirits of the Grand Canyon. | ''I Awoke underneath the boughs and canopies of the World Tree. It towers over my lands, trunk stretching into the firmaments and roots digging deep, briding the divides to the Otherrealms. I left my home in search of Enlightenment, a wanderer without a home, a searcher lacking a quest, a knight errant with neither stirrups nor lance. I have begged for alms with the Dervishes of Anatolia, and I have hunted with eagles in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. I have danced at weddings in Phnom Penh, and I have whispered secrets to the spirits of the Grand Canyon.'' | ||
They were the ones that told me of Yggdrasil's sapling. | ''They were the ones that told me of Yggdrasil's sapling.'' | ||
The Martyr's Tree. | ''The Martyr's Tree.'' | ||
Ah, such wonders this place holds. | ''Ah, such wonders this place holds.'' | ||
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Revision as of 13:42, 31 December 2020
all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness,
nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”
— J.R.R Tolkien
I Awoke underneath the boughs and canopies of the World Tree. It towers over my lands, trunk stretching into the firmaments and roots digging deep, briding the divides to the Otherrealms. I left my home in search of Enlightenment, a wanderer without a home, a searcher lacking a quest, a knight errant with neither stirrups nor lance. I have begged for alms with the Dervishes of Anatolia, and I have hunted with eagles in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. I have danced at weddings in Phnom Penh, and I have whispered secrets to the spirits of the Grand Canyon.
They were the ones that told me of Yggdrasil's sapling.
The Martyr's Tree.
Ah, such wonders this place holds.