At the gates of Vanaheim

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In what some may call a purposeless march, definition is found; an answer is reached. It comes in the whisper of the eld, the vanguard spirits of Joruheim- not Vanaheim- canting away with a silent song.
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It is a warning; for those who encroach upon the Realm of the Exalted, it is a premonition for things to come.
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The spent blades of many can sometimes be seen in the journey's wake, but only for a moment.
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"Though heroes rise, they always fall,

for never once were legends born;

every man who dares stand tall

will ever leave the meek to mourn."

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