We all know fear. Apprehension in difficult situations. The fear for loved ones. Panic even, when all we thought we knew crumbles around us. But it is a natural thing. Instincts of self-preservation come to the fore to warn us from impending danger. Surely there can be nothing harmful in that?
"You come to me seeking wisdom. Know, that everything I am going to tell you is a lie. Know, that even if I knew the truth, I could not speak of it. Know, that no matter what you do to me, my words will remain the same, for they are all that stands between me and the vision that seeks to burn my mind. Now listen, while I will lie to you about ends that are beginnings."
"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.
Few of those, who cultivate the discipline of the mind known as psionics ever deal with the horrible creatures knows as ‘illithids’. Even fewer have ever spoken to an illithid priest or even an Elder Brain. And none beside me have found out the terrible truth underlying that accursed race. The truth, you see, is that Ilsensine does not exist. Not yet anyway. One unfortunate day there will be a gathering of minds, a conclave of every single illithid, ulitharid, elder brain and whatever new forms have come into being.
And to me he said: "You need not be cast down by my vexation, for whatever plot these fiends may lay against us, we will go on.”This insolence of theirs is nothing new: they showed it once at a less secret gate […]
Allison Nilesia awoke to confusion.Her thoughts still raced from the dream she'd just had, and a most vivid one at that, though she had difficulties recalling specific details. Weird. After all the years of schooling her mind, why would ...... She felt cold. That finally served to pull her back fully into awareness. The coldness originated from, what could ... restraints ... shackles? And what was that acrid smell? Best to open her eyes, but slowly, just a peek through her eyelashes ...Inexorably, her eyes opened wide.
We are the losers. We are the unremarked, the fallen, the forgotten. We who once ruled the greatest empires are now forced to creep in muck and ruin. We are the princes of slime. We are the kings of despair. We are broken and cast down and discarded. And we endure. Long years ago, we were the titans of the only place of power. Our words were as law. Our whims were as gods. The multiverse existed for such pleasure as we could know. We feasted upon the flesh of the weak and bones of the strong, and all was joy and good.