Dead... again (3)

Following the ancient tradition of the Centuria, the beacon has been lit to guide our way back home. Until the time when we may again walk the Halls of the Dead, it will burn day and night, remembering us that war is not all there is. Because that is our world once again.

The powerful march to battle for freedom, richness, lands or other reasons. We're just the pawns in their boards, and we know it. But their gold will enter our pockets and, with it, we once again fight for ourselves. Not for their ideals or glory, but for our own wealth and wellbeing. And in this case, we may even get the chance to protect and aid those we appreciate. A good thing for a change.


So, light the night, beacon. Once I'd say we wouldn't all come back to you, but in these lands that is not true. But even here death takes its toll, and the void is not forgiving. So light the way home, beacon, so that we may all return to you whole, not too broken, not beyond repair. Lead us back to those we leave behind, even if they are not as many as we once had in our Halls. 

Take us back, on our feet or on our shields. 

Ave Hyboria, morituri te salutam rursus.

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