" Break my bones, you will see
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Forget not the Reformer by Khasuri
Najimael Toriumi. Oh, what is there to tell of him? He was a father, a friend, a lover, a husband. A king. A traitor. The first-born son, the rebel son, everything normal and oh-so-typical, if you wish to use such words. His life was full of little things that made him the person he was. That person cannot be wrapped up into the short story you wish to hear. But know this: he did what should've been done so many generations before, he did what was necessary. He raised his daughter to be the next Queen; the first Queen to rule alone. He led his clan, his family, away from the tribe that had been their home for as long as we can dare to remember. He was the leader of the hunters that hunted traitos, and he was the first to turn into such by turning his back to Yeil. It was necessary sacrifice, it was a personal sacrifice. It wasn't without setbacks, and it was a decision full of egoistical pride - a truth that should be said. He was no saint, although his nature was build on the foundation of gentleness and caring. He was the King of the Harbingers, after all, and kings are never completely nice, completely just. Indeed, what is there to tell? Najimael Toriumi... he was the Reformer, bringing all to an end so we could build anew. And because of his actions, the family of Toriumi still lives; as do their friends and supporters. Triumvirate owes him everything; we owe him everything. Walk in peace with the shadows, o King of Kings.
Do not go gentle into that good night by Khasuri