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“Dandarel, Dandarel,
make it so, that I find my love,
that she’d whisper me soft words and warmly touch my face!
And, O, Dandarel,
please make me brave enough
that I dare talk to her.”
Anonymous note below Dandarel’s Altar, at Nomblau’s Square Temple.
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Recording of the making of the page :
(a quicker one is inbound 🙂 )
I find it interesting that whispers of this tradition have fallen upon my ears even though I rarely hear tell of stories from the Rocks. Now I wonder at the element of truth in your tale.
Oh, you know… just enough to make it interesting!
interesting. wonder what’s so sacred about a circle of stones?
Oh, you know. People in the Rocks. Stones. Traditions. You do with what little you have^^
Among many warrior tribes, violence is abundant, but still dangerous. Tradition slowly gathers, accrues like barnacles on the bottom of a boat. But in this case such a tradition, “one can only/must fight” within a certain area is useful in reducing the amount of fights //outside// that area. Thus do warrior societies/tribes/groups manage to not just kill themselves off within a handful of years.
A study of violent groups that do not adopt traditions of this nature show they do not survive erelong.
The Warriors of the Rocks come from an exiled order of knights, and who better than the military to know that violence without discipline isn’t sustainable?