Editing The Last Expedition of Ixir Zi

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 | Author = [[Translator Aun Laokhe]]
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The War of Hate stretches onward 
<br />
drawing the world to a frozen end.
<br />
We, sisters, look now to others sent from afar
<br />
to shelter our lives and see our teachings survive,
<br />
but there is no solace to be found within
<br />
the halls of the ignorant.
<br />
So thirteen sisters
<br />
shall move outside the skein of fate.
<br />
We shall tear the fabric of the world
<br />
and weave our own tapestry.
<br /><br />
Within the halls of our Temples shall we be sealed.

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The souls of the unwilling 
<br />
shall be fettered to ever serve as thralls
<br />
to our desires.
<br /><br />
Willing shall be brought once again to the halls
<br />
of their Mistresses and there the sacred rites
<br />
be performed.
<br />
Our servants shall endure until the time
<br />
when the Sleepers awaken and call across
<br />
the seas of gold and sapphire.
<br />
Then shall our sister-kin return
<br />
and ransom our souls and bodies 
<br />
from the torpid state of unlife.

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Safe, shall we keep the greatest secrets of our art.
<br />
Veiled secrets will die as our breath dies out
<br />
never to be seen until the singers, calling to the Great Beings of the deep, raise their voices again.
<br />
Then shall our hosts rise and twist free
<br />
of our self-imposed prisons. 
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The crush of time shall not weaken our bones
<br />
nor strip free our flesh,
<br />
nor allow maggots into our minds.
<br />
We will sleep, but we shall endure.

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We, the first among the highest host, 
<br />
shall rise again.
<br /><br />
One last expedition to the world of our children,
<br />
the Fiazhat, once more to perfect 
<br />
the merging of the Willing and the life's breath
<br />
of our children.
<br /><br />
We shall not meet with failure again.

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Our children are dying.
<br />
In their place, malignant fiends of the swamp
<br />
with tattered flesh and pernicious grins
<br />
hold vigil over the temples built in our honor.
<br />
The betrayal of 'they who covet the breeze-talkers'
<br />
is complete at last.
<br /><br />
Our children, the Fiazhat,
<br />
nearly gone from their world.
<br />
No pity. Our task is clear.

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Millennia have not altered their faith in their gods.
<br />
They come to us for wisdom
<br />
and we harvest their strongest for our own purpose.
<br />
They have not forgotten the ways
<br />
and gladly send their warriors
<br />
to live amongst the gods.
<br /><br />
Our children will cease to exist on their world
<br />
but find purpose when merged with the Willing.

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Four times the sun that warms this world has passed, and we have watched atrocity from the shadows it casts.
<br />
Our children suffer, as do their adversaries.
<br />
The War of Hate it seems stretches to all corners of the vast beyond.
<br /><br />
So long before we gifted this world
<br />
with magic, and now we find that the magic 
<br />
we meant for our children has been used against them.

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Bloated, gluttonous, monstrosities devour
<br />
the streams of the World's Blood
<br />
and lead the War of Hate upon the Fiazhat.

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Upon our return we shall crush the tunnels
<br />
that join our world to this one.
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Ever more shall we forsake the Fiazhat
<br />
and allow the blasphemy that 'they who covet
<br />
the breeze-talkers' have enabled.
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We shall claim as many warriors as can be found.
<br />
We require guardians in our slumber
<br />
and the Fiazhat will not survive here.
<br />
Better they live on through the Willing
<br />
in eternal service and guardianship to their gods.
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== Notes ==
*  Obtained by giving {{Itemlink|Fleshy Tome}} to [[Translator Aun Laokhe]]:
{{Dialog
|You give Translator Aun Laokhe Fleshy Tome.
|Translator Aun Laokhe tells you, "The keh have spoken to me and I have translated their words to paper for you. I have used your language so as to not confuse you."
|Translator Aun Laokhe gives you The Last Expedition of Ixir Zi.
|Translator Aun Laokhe gives you Elysa's Band.
|Translator Aun Laokhe tells you, "Farewell budhi."
}}

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