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Facilis descensus Averno; Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis; Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras, Hoc opus, hic labor est.
Easy is the descent into Avernus; Night and day, the dark door of Hell stands open But to retrace the way and return to the upper airs: This is the matter; this is the work.
Virgil's Aeneid
we are arrant knaves all; believe none of us.
The Song of Elturel
O sing a song of Elturel Of water, woods, and hill The sun dawns on her ruddy cliffs And fields green and still. This land of long-abiding joy Home of the strong and brave Renowned by all, across the realms, And never once a slave. O sing a song of Elturel When foes are at her door Her fields torn by cloven feet From some infernal shore. Arise the mighty Hellriders Take up your swift, keen swords Then charge into the hellish fray And scatter devil hordes. O sing a song of Elturel And when the night does fall Sleep safe beneath Companion's light Until the dawn does call. We're bound by mortal covenant That only ends with death And so we'll sing of Elturel Until our final breath.
the Creed Resolute
I solemnly pledge my soul and blood and blade to serve as a knight of Elturel and share the oath of the High Observer. I shall be bound to all others who swear this oath, declaring them now or forevermore, whether in life or beyond the veil of death, to be my brothers in arms. To ensure the perfect harmony of my brotherhood, I shall permit no difference in faith to come between us, but rather hold the Companion, which I shall never attribute to one god or another, as our common star. I shall guard Elturel and all the lands guarded by Elturel's shield, upholding the laws of Elturgard and the commands of the High Observer. I shall live my life in strict accord to the Creed Resolute, placing it and this oath above all other doctrines.
a little prophecy
The tale told twicefold, the stage reset. When first the blackened sun tore the firmament Light was brought amid the darkness. Thy glory and goodness fought, and fell, and drowned. Here was started the second story by the shadowed son. Sorcery, unsurpassed, swordborn, sent six upstream against the inexorable tide to return to Toril. They two remained to pay the price. Where a shard of adamant fell from flaming skies in ruined wreckage on the banks of loss, you shall find them. Friends, frozen ferrous and forgotten, Weeping rust, sorrow and joy, at a second chance, for redemption. To break the chains, they must be freed. Foes hold the keys to their prison. The First has forgotten. The Second shaped stubborn steel. The Eighth warps woven wards against worldly wishes. The Ninth offers all keys, while crafting only cages. This tale told twicefold, on the stage of worlds ruined, where goodness goes to die. The righteous path is always the hardest, but there are always many paths to dawn.
