- Arcane, Churning, Yearning
Introduction:
Ride, ride, a swirl of darkened blue. The two reach the lightningsdome. Quickly the Weiliaon is retracted from the amber runes, its force having grown for thousands of years. No words sufficient to describe the reunition, so none will we waste. The Nirion and the Lucifer separate and the Wielder departs for the Rainplains. Resuscitating the Tricorn, reborn in white. The Ancient Trinity is as one again. The Wielder sets his path towards the Caverns of Carving...
Deep in the earth...
"Dwarves of the Cavern of Carving, I am here for thee to pay your debts to me, if all is remembered..."
"Arrogant, what else to expect...we do not forgive so easily as man does, warrior, so do not insult us."
- Be'Eth The Clairvoyant The Whirler Of Fate
The blackened gypsy princess: "I know thee, thine beautiful and thine vile words I've heard, thine courageous deeds I have witnessed, and for the healing of thine wounds I've prayed. Thine stubbling on the ways of mortal life, thine persevering stubbornness, as the sword vengeance rejected, I was there to see your indecision. As live was given and quickly stolen again, your vague utterings, your longing for anonimity, your desire for someone with the power to absolve you of life itself. But through thine desperation, I beheld the purest of creatures."
Nirion: "You are too kind for my missteps, I cannot fuddle all that has been."
"All that has been?? If thou doth wish to fuddle all that has been[, then in thine pureness stupid thee art. There is more beauty in there than once there was in your entire godlike endlessness. You have made a choice ages ago, why dost thou fear it...]Alone? Yes. Powerfull? Yes. Wise? Yes. What is it then you wish more?
The winning cards are in thine hands, all of them. Cans't thou deny that? I think not. Then seize thine [courage and] sword of life and death and make those of thine own race remember thee 'ere they roam. Make the heavens tremble and the hells fill."
- entry - thus begins our fair journey
"Dost thou know the Powerwords?
If it is thine wish to pass my world in your journey to the Highest of Places, thou shallt need them.
I need the Powerword and your right hand as an sacrifice to appease me."
"Number one: I know the Words of power, for I created them ages ago.
Number two: who will stop me if I long to pass your gate unspoken?"
"I shall, you arrogant vermin!"
- with a dragon's blaze on their banners
Mounting chivalry grand as never seen
Legions of the Drakèe, warriors from the West
The flattinghammer of the armies
Proudly make a one to ten war look like a flogging
Thirty four years of wandering, on a world filled with Mystery
But thus is my destiny, which I shall not forsake
For what comes when I complete these preparations, is glory