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Journal of a Philosopher XI; Elindor's Travels
Jerry_Man
I journeyed to Crimson Vale only to find an abandoned town. As I made my way back to the road I was stopped by an Ascended with maroon stripes. This came as a confusion as the Ascended fort lies outside of Crimson Vale and I had heard tale that the town was under Iblees' control. The man was willing to speak with me and was willing to speak with me and answered many of my queries about the war. But as he illustrated the impending doom of Aegis his voice grew deeper and I noticed a horrible stink of rotting burnt flesh. Realising that he could no longer remain hidden, the man removed his robes and I saw that he carried no Aengul blood but the stain of the Nether. He introduced himself as Wargoth and I saw that he was once a man, now only a fowl and corrupted worshipper of Iblees. ::Wargoth lead me to some kind of dungeon under Crimson Vale with a few rooms intentionally constructed in the art of killing a man. After much heated conversation about God, power and liberated knowledge that resulted in a philosophical stalemate, he commanded me to pick a room. I knew that his promised 'path to enlightenment' harbored dire consequences for my ability to share this knowledge, so tempted though I was to learn the secrets of the Nether and Iblees' true form, I lowered my head to accept my death. There are many ways to discover the universe and all its knowledge, but none of those paths can be forced into an immediate instance. Except death.  ::I will not bow down to him. May knowledge remain liberated forever.