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The Valkorsian Scriptures: Fable of the Sabre
The sun was setting in the rice fields of the despicable Ling Ling empire. The Spartans, the first true disciples of our lord Valkorsia - the most venerable savior - were hurrying through the dark, cavernous depths of Detorid. Our pack had gone from hunters to the hunted after a savage victory against the evil empire's automated krabs. An avalanche of rage nipped at our heels; bringing forth the warp tunnels of traffic control. We dare not look back too soon, for fear of losing a single splinter of time to mere curiosity. Roaring through the pipe, gate-to-gate, clutching our loot and praying that the righteousness of our Lord, Valkorsia - may he live forever - would spare us from the burning rage of 100,000 corrupted pandas.
Hope was all but gone, many lives would be lost to the savage hunger for retribution that cascaded behind us, every system their battle chants louder and louder as they gained ground. Out of options, prayers resounded throughout the heavens; hymns for defensive bubbles.
Ahura the Esteemed did call out:
“O’ Great Lord Valkorsia, most dignified, acclaimed, Father Spartans, What of you!? Where art thou protection to thine children?”
On the crest of his echo, a silent but terrible tremble in the group was felt. We paused. Space fell calm and the winds of our impending death had settled, as though extinguished by the trail of our warp. We had made it, alas, the regional gate. The physical vessel of the omnipresent Valkorsia - the God-King - was nowhere to be seen.
T’was then when the Godly voice of Valkorsia spoke to us from the far reaches of space:
“Go now O' disciples, I have held back Doom from you all, you my prophets have carried out my bidding, and I shall reward your faith and save my kin”
For an inarticulate moment, we basked in his Godly Light, amplified by the his righteous interdiction. Such events are simply inarticulable, we begged for our Lord Valkorsia - most revered - to return with us, prepared to risk all our deaths to save the only one that mattered. Yet, our Supreme Leader ordered us to leave without him, after many tears, we Disciples watched as the ling lings decended, stuck in the bubble with our king. But alas, no one can catch our Dear Lord, who vanished to the dismay of the evil pursuers, Foaming at the mouth they knew they had lost the hunt. We took the gate and left, hearts lifted by the benevolence of the God-King Valkorsia.
Mellisa the Hunter then did exclaim to the group:
“Brothers, I have witnessed a great miracle here today! The Great One appeared to save us! Our prayers were answered and once again the power of our great leader Valkorsia has been demonstrated!”
Fast did we Spartans return Home to lick our wounds and spread the word of the miracle we witnessed. The enemies lack of faith in Valkorsia - King of Kings of New Eden, Keeper of the Highest Standard of Lady Pictures and Stripper Videos - once again lead them to utter failure. The Spartans were enriched once again; as the Fable of the Sabre teaches that the valor of our great leader who can appear at will and can not be killed.
As accounted by:
Apostle O'Jaba
Patron de Interdictum
Member of the Order of the Turtle
Disciple of His Lordship, Valkorsia