Torment awaits us. The Void opens its jaw to consume us, teeth dripping with the blood of those already slain.

  And still we squabble. Still we fight among ourselves, as if power, as if glory, as if love itself, are powerful enough to stop fate. Through it all, Oblivion sits patiently, arms folded, smiling as we destroy ourselves.

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  We are condemned! Wake up! Weep, for you are condemned!

  -Rion Krot, circa 1,253 Post Imprisonment