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on: March 21, 2020, 02:34:52 AM
Tales of the Cowardly Swords


A true account by
Prince in Shadow
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on: March 21, 2020, 02:36:29 AM
Prologue

We tell ourselves the stories that propel us into the future. We tell ourselves the lies that give our lives meaning. We tell ourselves the tales of the Dare Swords. To guard away nightmares of the Nothing.

In this false accounting of the story that transcends mere rumour to have established itself as one of the grand lie of our City of Rings under the auspices of the Dead King, we examine what it means to run away and we glimpse into what it was like to be one of the few who survived at the true end of the Sibilant Empire of the Old Masters.

Yet as we gaze upon the moment, we shall peer upon that which came before, and what such great moments mean for what is to come, just like it did when the original four arose triumphant to deliver the Serpent’s Eye to the King. On which we know so little what even can't decide to which races they belong and to what gods Bomor way praying.
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on: March 24, 2020, 09:52:42 PM
The Unknown Originals


The original rumours of the Daring Swords are such untruthful things. Reading like a children’s book they tell us how four unknown heroes triumphed over an incredible and ancient foe by the cost of many and many dead innocent people and dead slaves, freeing their people who somehow survived from the clutches of cold-blooded slavery.

As if four heroes by using captured slaves and commoners as meat shield could triumph over the entirety of the Sibilant Empire of the Old Masters and their ‘Sublime Empress’. The question we have to ask is how do these figures of history still somehow remembered? Especially when there are such open questions as to their identity: was Bomor of the Cave a dwarven priest who did not leave anything after himself to be remembered by dwarfs or human without any faith? Was Amastacia a human high mage or a high elf battlemage who loves lifeless things more than her own daughter? Was Vunco one of the hinfolk or a human admiral who so hated Dorvant Drinnaught and envy to him?

Some wild conspiracists, like Aethelwine Silver, go so far as to suggest there might be multiple histories, multiple timelines in which the Daring Swords were both of their purported forms simply in different eras or iterations of the City but such ideas are borne of a very confused mind, what wizards usually have one. No, the answer is a lot simpler than that, what we all can feel but fear to say loudly. The full UnTruth of which will be revealed in the further sections of this work, but to begin imparting insight, let it be known there is a very plain reality about these tales of the Daring Swords:

Heroes are forged from many deaths of the people to be reminded of what they are capable of, and how far down they can fall to crawl away and survive, constructs and exaggeration to inspire us to follow them right to the maw of death and watch how they will triumph over seemingly insurmountable foes and how they will stand on a pile of corpses. Heroes are wrought upon the battlefields of immense sacrifice, death, and loss which they will never mention in their own books and tales. And whenever we think of the Daring Swords, we forget about everybody else who stood beside them or perished along the way on the dark and bloody road to triumph which is only truth. But it is these men and women who dared and theirs is no fairytale and nobody will remember them...
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