Limbo

Best Beloved, would you like to hear how Slaad got his ranks? No? Shall I get out the... oh, I knew you'd see it my way. When the gods of creation made the First Mortal, they gave him the task of naming every creature in existence. (I'll show you what hard is, Best Beloved, if you don't shut up).

"Our zerths tell us that it all began with a single word, uttered in reverence many millennia from tomorrow. And that word... was 'freedom'. The legends they sing do not tell us much. These tales do not tell us how or why they came to walk among us... to lead our entire race from the depths of slavery to the threshold of liberation in a better tomorrow. The legends are empty of any true facts, but we would not have them any other way.

Tosti's hands shook as he tried to warm himself in the unnatural chill. The Floating City was never cold, never warm; it was kept always at optimal temperature by the city's anarchs. The chill, he knew, was shaped within his own soul."Today's the happiest day," thought Tosti, "of my life."He was lying, covered in vomit and other excretea, against one of the Floating City's sharp, domineering buildings. No one else was in the street.

Character: Zerthimon showed the way, it is up to you to follow. Make your own freedom. Know yourself, for no-one else can do it.