We are EXILES! and we are not AFRAID!

We work with tools that we find.
We hit the coast and find a weapon.
We send a corpse to its deserved resting place and find a gem.
We conquer an act to grow in power.
Every item and gem that we acquire is a tool in a fight versus the denizens of Wraeclast.
We do not care what type of tools we find.
We only care that there are tools to begin with.

This is our plight. Our wretched fate.
As exiles we dont care that the gods remove one thing from our path and change another.
They are the gods, that is their privilege.

We hope that the gods will be kind enough to leave us a path with plenty of tools littered along the way.
That is all we need, that is all we desire.


Banish these thoughts of anger and vengeance against the creators.
Focus your will to tame the land, and in doing that claim a handful of the cursed sands as our own.

From our first step on the shore to the very Core, all that we need is a path.
Gods are fickle, gods are cruel but in the end we all walk the paths they provide.

Exiles that will survive are exiles that accept this truth.

Where gods take with one hand, they give with another. For the the willing there is always a way.

I will take a moment, retreat to my little chunk of land and calm my mind. Take one more relaxed breath before the plunge.

At the dawn of a new cycle, in the first days of a new moon the gates will open.
New paths will offer a place for my feet.
I intend to take them up on that offer.

I will see you on the sands exiles.
Thread lightly, some of those grains of sand are mine.

B-but, my one true path. Cloaked in darkness as it was.

Comfortable, soothing, safe. The great ones who challenge the creators
they have not yet shown me a new path.

Without their guidance I am nothing. I will surely be swallowed whole
in the wilds. I may not even make the trek at all.

That is how scary the new paths are.

Fear not for your sand. I will stay in the town.
Watching and mourning. Throwing what few spices I have left
at the new wanderers.

Freedom at last, Exiles! The dark power of chaos shall no longer lure our brethren to demise and the copying of pasta! No longer shall one build rule all, now forevermore all must choose their own builds! No longer may we avoid choice and thought in the seduction of its dark might! Rejoice!

"

Discipline leads to Victory.
It is Victory in War that brings Immortality.
Immortality is the Gift of Chaos.
In exchange, Chaos demands Blood.
Thus, Blood must be ever spilt.
Therefore, Eternal Life demands Eternal War.
Eternal War demands Eternal Discipline.
Chaos will always have Blood: Yours or Theirs.

Hail Nurgle.
oh erm... wrong gerne. :D