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The wheel of life turns, its ways are rough and jagged. But what is the way? The Way consists of discharging one's loyalty to ones master, and of deep fidelity in association with associations with comrades. The Way, with consideration for one's place upon the Wheel, consists of placing duty above all. But what is the nature of duty? There is duty to one's God, and there is duty to one's clan. There is duty to one's work, which provides an understanding of duty to one's self. In sum they become the duty that is never satisfactorily discharged, even through the toil of a lifetime, the duty to attempt a perfect existance, to attain a higher place on the wheel. Listen...listen to the sounds around you...find where the sound ends and the silence begins. Then exist in that moment, for there you will find you secret centre of being, the perfect place of peace within yourself. And recall the greatest the most ancient of all lessons: duty is the weight of all things, as heavy as a burden can become, while death is nothing, lighter than air. In the matter of duty, the code of the warrior is absolute. Duty above all. Unto Death.
We serve and worship Turakamu, The Red God of Death, and his sister Sibi, Stealer of Souls. Death is the only thing that can stop us from finishing our duty, and so we revere it, and worship it, and hope Turakamu will be kind to us when we meet him...
Nothing is forever. Nothing. Immortality, power, dominance, all are illusions. For all will one day answer to Turakamu, The Omnipotent Red God of Death and Woe to him who shall deserve a trip to the halls of Sibi, where one shall meet the first things that truely last forever. Eternal torment and Anguish.
Fear us, for nothing will sway us from our way. All who defy us shall be swiftly sent to Turakamu's Halls. We are legion. The power of Turakamu flows in our veins. Our enemies, sing while you can. For when we meet, your cries shall be our song of victory!
(Rumours run among the rumour-mongers of New Thalos about a secret cult among the Servants of Turakamu, called The Mad Dancers of Sibi. They are said to have been touched by Sibi herself, and ever since they take delight in killing and torment. For the right price, they are expert assassins and can be gotten in touch with only if they choose. It is said that if you pray for the help of Sibi, she will send one of her Mad Dancers to your help)
