Re: Tired rhymes of man
Listen not to the gilded voices of the bards of Man, as they sing their songs of woe. Once again they praise the might of Mictlan's army, but decline to surrender to us.
Yes, Mictlan has landed on the shores that once belonged to Tien Chi, and it is truly a desolate land. Not one peasant remains. Such is the violence that Man brought to this world!
Man is not the helpless old ladies they make themselves out to be. Why, our brave captains were nearly destroyed by multiple Manifestations of evil! And only the goodness of the gods saved one captain from being swept away in a whirlwind.
Mictlan strives to restore the balance that was wrecked by the greed of Man, as he sought to own all that was unique and beyond price. But he hides his toys in his castles, and does not come out to play.
Where is the Sword of Aurgelmer, which we saw you wield in the final battle against Tien Chi? For what reason do you hide the Aegis, is it a sight so horrible to view that you keep it locked in some dungeon? Where is the Forge Lord's Hammer, the Stone Sword, the Sceptre, the Sickle Whose Crop is Pain?
Since Man has not opened up a museum for all to come and view these riches, they must once more be made available to all nations. We know you have most capable curators and librarians, for the sages of Man have devoted much time to research, and the burned lands of Tien Chi are evidence of their prowess.
Why, we cannot even find a single solitary mushroom growing here! Sad times, indeed.
Mictlan
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