Honor and Glory

For the first time in my life, I am afraid.
The minds of the wicked are ablaze with malice,
And the hearts of heroes have finally frozen over.

All those in Aethoria know we were abandoned by the Triad—gods of old, whose will weaves the very threads of the lands we call home.
In their absence, they left us with life and death, magic and metal, peace… and war.

Some believe we’re doomed to be the sand beneath their feet, ever shifting with the tide of their eternal battle for domination.
I believed… or at least hoped we’d find peace before we suffocate ourselves in the name of those who came before us.

I’ve had my hope torn from me by the twisted claws of the Evalasians, crushed by the golden hammer of Aethalor, and gored by the voracious jaws of raiders from the south.
Too long we’ve been ignored by the bickering of the false kings of Eloch; too long have we suffered at the hands of those who cower on their islands, in their forests, and their cities in the clouds.

To the people of this world, I ask you:
Do you have no honour?
Or do you only care for the lives of others—
When you take them for glory?

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