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"Centuries have been passing by and our clan had to watch our glorious, once prosperous nation of mighty, courageous warriors and their loyal and beloved women, to meet its set... A set of our nation, so mitigative and so, so convicted to our beliefs, a set of all other nations and their kings, a set of dignity in them... A lot of cruel wars had us engaged in them, a lot of blood was spilled and souls lost, but none ever intended to cross out entire peoples out of existence. Even if these peoples are of completely alien, unfamiliar nature, even if they are in possession of greater, spectacular abilities unknown to us, they still deserve a right to exist, especially, if they are open for trade and, in overall, for a generous exchange of wisdom. It is us who are supposed to learn from them, but not otherwise. Oh, if only... Had I, we only had a magnificent chance to give a bow before their masters, their kings, who have been ruling their peoples! The elegant merchants of the East, all in fur, the immortal, petrified carriers of the blind past, the numerous wild, feral tribes, worshipping their feeding grounds in woodlands, the mighty fire brutes of the mountainous country, adjacent to us. Such magnificent creatures!.. Yet all of them had to fall, some had to... Forever...
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The kings have adopted what they call the righteous and orthodox faith, only a few centuries ago, we kept counting... All of them have lost their freewill since then, all have signed the deal with the hierophant in cone, who sits in Roma, who is named pope. All of them recognised him as their suzerain, the divine eye on this Earth, who watches over kings and their people for them not to commit crimes... But his conditions, his laws... They are pure evil, lie, worthless papers of double-facedness... And it lies on us and our once wise and bald, now dead, vanished dynasty, the sons of Merovech, who have consolidated our people under their tight fist and clear mind and made them known for their freedom, personal freedom, freedom as a nation, a respectful nation, whose resounding success in sieges and battles was echoing throughout the whole world... But it all had to end when the kings accepted that new faith, when the God and the Devil entered our lives... Their lives along with this faith. The God has become the embodiment of ideal, perfect human, while the Devil was the opposite, it was the manifestation of sins and crimes... But neither the people wished to resist the new faith, nor the popes ever tried to cover the truths behind their seemingly benevolent aims... They have only been using the respect granted by our wise kings, using it selfishly and it only got worse when they had been given land around the city they were sitting in... They demanded more and more... Kept demanding. They were given lands for their personal usage, they were given money, stolen from once free people, poor and blind people, not even realising how easily they have been fooled... Ordering money for amending your sins, what a taunt, a spit into face. An unforgivable insult...
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Our country and people have lost its own unity after the partition between the last king's three sons... Soon after they have lost their identity likewise, adopting those new of Francia, Burgundia and Germania. Italia has never belonged to our people. There sometime ago used to live what was left of the ancient influencial nation who then blended with the comparably rare settlers of our fraternal tribes... The only claimants of this powerful kingdom's heritage to this day after Germania used to be the dead people of bones, residing north to our lands, with their heading city being Noviodunum... Now, the only frail remnants of our people, us, are destined to witness the sorrowful downfall of humanity as a whole, devoid of freedom, devoid of opportunity to decide, to alter its fate...
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... Our clan, as all other free people and their brotherly tribes have arrived into these lands from the north... It is needless to retell the whole history of our origin, our wars and our culture: numerous deep thinkers have done it for us already and we will be the last one to forget. What is necessary to know is that our clan is the last one standing alive, staying loyal to our culture, loyal to our mind. Among other free people we were once known for our courage, for our ferocious tenacity, our pure, burning urge to live and to spread justice, our wish to take revenge and to strike down the evildoer. Our clan's prophecy told that sometimes, our wrath could have been so desperate, yet so outrageous, we breached time itself and set ourselves victors... However, none could have known for sure. Our clan had always stood side to side with the spirits we obeyed, for they were not ideal, like the new God, for them being expressions of various human sides, strongly binded with nature, our mother, our home and our source of willpower... Our ancient faith, with its imperfection, allowed us to always see the world as it is, unbiased. We thank our fathers for the faith we have been given for otherwise we could not have been bestowed this gift upon us... The mountain brutes, they have been with us in close contacts, ever since the free people have met them. Their power conducted with endless openness has left an enormous print of respect in our memory. They have allowed us to take bits of their power, of that bright light brought from the mysterious depths of our world in their sanctuary in their hands, down to us... In exchange for our speech, writing and weapons for they were still to dependent on nature and its... Often harsh laws... And we have taught them of understanding, maturity of thought. The terms of the union were simple: they generously provided us with power while we would teach them of rationality and humanity in mind. People all from around the Earth have been taking the knowledge about that secret power from these miraculous beasts, half-humans, half-animals, now we know... Tribes have been mastering this power widely, but without breaching the boundaries not to turn into the dead bone people through generations... Turned out they were the only mystical beings initially in power of technology and that power to cast spells, to manifest your soul's whole power into reality... Our peoples could have been rising towards the sky together eternally, had they stayed in that bond of unbreakable friendship, learning... We could have become equal!.. They have learnt how it is to be human, they have learnt how to be elegant, exquisite natures and this is what amazes. These peoples, standing by us, being taught from us, have eventually surpassed us in everything and have become tutors of our own. They deserve this bow! But humans... Not all, perhaps... A few... If any.
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Our clan is no longer free. We are now held like birds in a cage, being tamed to serve. To serve against our will. It hurts, no, it cuts our souls deeply, draining them whole, draining the life force from there... Entirely. The new kings of Francia are strangling us, suffocating, to use the powers of our clan on their behalf, both our urge to live, given by wilderness of nature and the skill, granted by the brutes' source... This is unbearable, unbearable and unacceptable... We are powerless before the local royalty now. They had outnumbered us and imprisoned us, promising us to comply to any bidding of ours under condition of us following their orders... It is them who compelled... They rudely forced us to come and watch the bloodshed, the bloodshed that pope has spread across our homeland and many other lands... Just because of the pope and his relentlessness intents of greed, envy and sick pride! Not because of lawful obedience to God. We are sure. I am. He and his predecessors made sure the blinded people stay the same, deprived of their freedom and now is using that blindness to use them as some kind of lifeless to tools to eradicate his rivals! The rivals who never wanted rivalry between us and them! The rivals wishing for the mutual prosperity! I am fairly confident about this! They could not have betrayed us... But we have. They have. Humanity has... The new faith persecuted the human masters of spells... Soon they have cut out everyone who dared to still practice it... Others were made to abandon their skill... With only ones, staying hidden in shadows, carried the deep light within their hearts and souls... And we, who... Who kept it so dearly inside!.. We were used so, so treacherously!.. They showed us the pictures of murder and slaughter! Majestic beings turning into dust under the sharp swords!.. They had to stain themselves with their blood too, in defence... It is natural to defend, after all. The pope's slaves kept on cutting and cutting, it seemed their nightmarish rage only kept growing with each kill and their mind - filled with dark mist of madness... They have been laughing, taking, absorbing their powers... Every soul... They have started rotting inside... Some - even outside: they have breached the border of humanity by taking too many creatures' lives and so they had to become one themselves to their own doom...
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Thousands... Thousands of them were brought to the mountain's foot, heavily guarded, worn out, some even starving, disoriented, lost and in dismay... Everyone, children, women, elderly... Every member of every kind of these wonderful beings whom they called monsters, whom they wanted to be sealed back in Hell, below this cursed mountain. Such an ill judgement - oh it was such such a devastating agony!.. Ah! Knowing that in a few minutes when the sorrowful procession comes into the the void of this horrible damp cavern whole, YOU would be the one dooming them to decay, to suffer in this hole with no hope... No! No! No! This could not be right, there could not be no hope!.. And they have chosen me, as the current head of my clan to cast a spell, against my will, along with other enslaved six hereditary wizards from other countries... I were given the order to cast the final spell that would destroy the staircase to the surface and would coalesce the Barrier of an immense, terrifying strength for the mountain brutes and the rest to never see the light of dawn again... I had no choice but to step forwards and fulfill their desire... Him, the king of Francia, watched me casting a spell, standing next to me, about the entrance to the cavern. His stony, grim look expressed nothing, but the wicked sense of pride and justice. He watched as if it had to be something intended, predicted, expected... And he was right... It was intended... For now it was. Which means it is, but not for long. I am not going to leave their fate undetermined, I am not going to leave them forlorn! I am not going to leave my desire of genuine justice unheard! They are going to be set free, they are going to have their tight chains broken into pieces and their souls released from the millennial torture, oh, just wait to witness, whole world, you wait!.. If not me, if not my clan, then my word will, my mind and my heart! My burning heart! My sparkling spirit, my soul will! So listen, listen, traitors of Merovech, listen, other people! I am vowing for my own soul, for my own blood, blood and spirit to follow my descent! My cherished offspring! My beloved children, in all generations, hear me out, carriers of my own soul, heirs of my blood! I, with all my passion, with all my urge, I faithfully curse you to obey my oath, to comply to my word, in the name of justice, ignite your own souls, shards of mine and follow my voice. Direct your will right! Follow your heart for it is going to tell you the way! Shatter the cage they have been put into, shatter my fault and their grudge and make them proud of humanity, show it has finally learnt. Ascend higher into the sky and towards the Sun! Be the mark under my eye the sign of your blessing and theirs - of hope they still have for you! You and noone else in this world, only you: may you find yourself a way to them, may you stay in piece with them, regardless of your faith and the nation you were born to, for I faithfully curse you... My beloved children..."

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"Centuries have been passing by and our clan had to watch our glorious, once prosperous nation of mighty, courageous warriors and their loyal and beloved women, to meet its set... A set of our nation, so mitigative and so, so convicted to our beliefs, a set of all other nations and their kings, a set of dignity in them... A lot of cruel wars had us engaged in them, a lot of blood was spilled and souls lost, but none ever intended to cross out entire peoples out of existence. Even if these peoples are of completely alien, unfamiliar nature, even if they are in possession of greater, spectacular abilities unknown to us, they still deserve a right to exist, especially, if they are open for trade and, in overall, for a generous exchange of wisdom. It is us who are supposed to learn from them, but not otherwise. Oh, if only... Had I, we only had a magnificent chance to give a bow before their masters, their kings, who have been ruling their peoples! The elegant merchants of the East, all in fur, the immortal, petrified carriers of the blind past, the numerous wild, feral tribes, worshipping their feeding grounds in woodlands, the mighty fire brutes of the mountainous country, adjacent to us. Such magnificent creatures!.. Yet all of them had to fall, some had to... Forever...
...
The kings have adopted what they call the righteous and orthodox faith, only a few centuries ago, we kept counting... All of them have lost their freewill since then, all have signed the deal with the hierophant in cone, who sits in Roma, who is named pope. All of them recognised him as their suzerain, the divine eye on this Earth, who watches over kings and their people for them not to commit crimes... But his conditions, his laws... They are pure evil, lie, worthless papers of double-facedness... And it lies on us and our once wise and bald, now dead, vanished dynasty, the sons of Merovech, who have consolidated our people under their tight fist and clear mind and made them known for their freedom, personal freedom, freedom as a nation, a respectful nation, whose resounding success in sieges and battles was echoing throughout the whole world... But it all had to end when the kings accepted that new faith, when the God and the Devil entered our lives... Their lives along with this faith. The God has become the embodiment of ideal, perfect human, while the Devil was the opposite, it was the manifestation of sins and crimes... But neither the people wished to resist the new faith, nor the popes ever tried to cover the truths behind their seemingly benevolent aims... They have only been using the respect granted by our wise kings, using it selfishly and it only got worse when they had been given land around the city they were sitting in... They demanded more and more... Kept demanding. They were given lands for their personal usage, they were given money, stolen from once free people, poor and blind people, not even realising how easily they have been fooled... Ordering money for amending your sins, what a taunt, a spit into face. An unforgivable insult...
...
Our country and people have lost its own unity after the partition between the last king's three sons... Soon after they have lost their identity likewise, adopting those new of Francia, Burgundia and Germania. Italia has never belonged to our people. There sometime ago used to live what was left of the ancient influencial nation who then blended with the comparably rare settlers of our fraternal tribes... The only claimants of this powerful kingdom's heritage to this day after Germania used to be the dead people of bones, residing north to our lands, with their heading city being Noviodunum... Now, the only frail remnants of our people, us, are destined to witness the sorrowful downfall of humanity as a whole, devoid of freedom, devoid of opportunity to decide, to alter its fate...
...
... Our clan, as all other free people and their brotherly tribes have arrived into these lands from the north... It is needless to retell the whole history of our origin, our wars and our culture: numerous deep thinkers have done it for us already and we will be the last one to forget. What is necessary to know is that our clan is the last one standing alive, staying loyal to our culture, loyal to our mind. Among other free people we were once known for our courage, for our ferocious tenacity, our pure, burning urge to live and to spread justice, our wish to take revenge and to strike down the evildoer. Our clan's prophecy told that sometimes, our wrath could have been so desperate, yet so outrageous, we breached time itself and set ourselves victors... However, none could have known for sure. Our clan had always stood side to side with the spirits we obeyed, for they were not ideal, like the new God, for them being expressions of various human sides, strongly binded with nature, our mother, our home and our source of willpower... Our ancient faith, with its imperfection, allowed us to always see the world as it is, unbiased. We thank our fathers for the faith we have been given for otherwise we could not have been bestowed this gift upon us... The mountain brutes, they have been with us in close contacts, ever since the free people have met them. Their power conducted with endless openness has left an enormous print of respect in our memory. They have allowed us to take bits of their power, of that bright light brought from the mysterious depths of our world in their sanctuary in their hands, down to us... In exchange for our speech, writing and weapons for they were still to dependent on nature and its... Often harsh laws... And we have taught them of understanding, maturity of thought. The terms of the union were simple: they generously provided us with power while we would teach them of rationality and humanity in mind. People all from around the Earth have been taking the knowledge about that secret power from these miraculous beasts, half-humans, half-animals, now we know... Tribes have been mastering this power widely, but without breaching the boundaries not to turn into the dead bone people through generations... Turned out they were the only mystical beings initially in power of technology and that power to cast spells, to manifest your soul's whole power into reality... Our peoples could have been rising towards the sky together eternally, had they stayed in that bond of unbreakable friendship, learning... We could have become equal!.. They have learnt how it is to be human, they have learnt how to be elegant, exquisite natures and this is what amazes. These peoples, standing by us, being taught from us, have eventually surpassed us in everything and have become tutors of our own. They deserve this bow! But humans... Not all, perhaps... A few... If any.
...
Our clan is no longer free. We are now held like birds in a cage, being tamed to serve. To serve against our will. It hurts, no, it cuts our souls deeply, draining them whole, draining the life force from there... Entirely. The new kings of Francia are strangling us, suffocating, to use the powers of our clan on their behalf, both our urge to live, given by wilderness of nature and the skill, granted by the brutes' source... This is unbearable, unbearable and unacceptable... We are powerless before the local royalty now. They had outnumbered us and imprisoned us, promising us to comply to any bidding of ours under condition of us following their orders... It is them who compelled... They rudely forced us to come and watch the bloodshed, the bloodshed that pope has spread across our homeland and many other lands... Just because of the pope and his relentlessness intents of greed, envy and sick pride! Not because of lawful obedience to God. We are sure. I am. He and his predecessors made sure the blinded people stay the same, deprived of their freedom and now is using that blindness to use them as some kind of lifeless to tools to eradicate his rivals! The rivals who never wanted rivalry between us and them! The rivals wishing for the mutual prosperity! I am fairly confident about this! They could not have betrayed us... But we have. They have. Humanity has... The new faith persecuted the human masters of spells... Soon they have cut out everyone who dared to still practice it... Others were made to abandon their skill... With only ones, staying hidden in shadows, carried the deep light within their hearts and souls... And we, who... Who kept it so dearly inside!.. We were used so, so treacherously!.. They showed us the pictures of murder and slaughter! Majestic beings turning into dust under the sharp swords!.. They had to stain themselves with their blood too, in defence... It is natural to defend, after all. The pope's slaves kept on cutting and cutting, it seemed their nightmarish rage only kept growing with each kill and their mind - filled with dark mist of madness... They have been laughing, taking, absorbing their powers... Every soul... They have started rotting inside... Some - even outside: they have breached the border of humanity by taking too many creatures' lives and so they had to become one themselves to their own doom...
...
Thousands... Thousands of them were brought to the mountain's foot, heavily guarded, worn out, some even starving, disoriented, lost and in dismay... Everyone, children, women, elderly... Every member of every kind of these wonderful beings whom they called monsters, whom they wanted to be sealed back in Hell, below this cursed mountain. Such an ill judgement - oh it was such such a devastating agony!.. Ah! Knowing that in a few minutes when the sorrowful procession comes into the the void of this horrible damp cavern whole, YOU would be the one dooming them to decay, to suffer in this hole with no hope... No! No! No! This could not be right, there could not be no hope!.. And they have chosen me, as the current head of my clan to cast a spell, against my will, along with other enslaved six hereditary wizards from other countries... I were given the order to cast the final spell that would destroy the staircase to the surface and would coalesce the Barrier of an immense, terrifying strength for the mountain brutes and the rest to never see the light of dawn again... I had no choice but to step forwards and fulfill their desire... Him, the king of Francia, watched me casting a spell, standing next to me, about the entrance to the cavern. His stony, grim look expressed nothing, but the wicked sense of pride and justice. He watched as if it had to be something intended, predicted, expected... And he was right... It was intended... For now it was. Which means it is, but not for long. I am not going to leave their fate undetermined, I am not going to leave them forlorn! I am not going to leave my desire of genuine justice unheard! They are going to be set free, they are going to have their tight chains broken into pieces and their souls released from the millennial torture, oh, just wait to witness, whole world, you wait!.. If not me, if not my clan, then my word will, my mind and my heart! My burning heart! My sparkling spirit, my soul will! So listen, listen, traitors of Merovech, listen, other people! I am vowing for my own soul, for my own blood, blood and spirit to follow my descent! My cherished offspring! My beloved children, in all generations, hear me out, carriers of my own soul, heirs of my blood! I, with all my passion, with all my urge, I faithfully curse you to obey my oath, to comply to my word, in the name of justice, ignite your own souls, shards of mine and follow my voice. Direct your will right! Follow your heart for it is going to tell you the way! Shatter the cage they have been put into, shatter my fault and their grudge and make them proud of humanity, show it has finally learnt. Ascend higher into the sky and towards the Sun! Be the mark under my eye the sign of your blessing and theirs - of hope they still have for you! You and noone else in this world, only you: may you find yourself a way to them, may you stay in piece with them, regardless of your faith and the nation you were born to, for I faithfully curse you... My beloved children..."