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Glory and Service to the Race.
*...followed by...*
As the rift opens and I, Yrl'ai 'Ziin yr'Qith, Daughter of Gith, step out of the Silver Void, into this unsavory, overstimulated Place, with its sounds, its smells, its incalculabilities, its Skies, dark to light, I know regret.|
|Confronted I will be with hatred, ignorance, stupidity, irreverence.|
|Already do I, once proud Gish'sarath, subordinate to the Revered Queen, feel Age and the need for flesh, drink and sleep. Discomforting.
Disciplined, I shall not subdue.|
|As the rift opens and I, Yrl'ai 'Ziin yr'Qith, Daughter of Gith, once proud Gish'sarath, subordinate to the Revered Queen, her Vlaakith CLVII, step out of the Silver Void, into my own palladium, I know nothing but regret.|
|Then, I follow the distant citadels, roofs, towers, the smell, the noise, the sounds of civilisation. This City of Doors.|
|Stranger in a Strange World.|
|Is it better than blindly jumping to death?
Is it better than having the honor to be devoured by my Revered Queen, her Vlaakith CLVII?|
|Know, will I, by experience.|
|Words within Tu'narath reported, before I, Yrl'ai 'Ziin yr'Qith, left, opening the Planar rift, shifting from the Silver Void to here, my own palladium, that already had She, my Revered Queen, been written in the Deadbook.|
|What is the outcome, if it is true, to the pact with her Dark Majesty, the Mother of Dragons?|
|I, Yrl'ai 'Ziin yr'Qith, Renegade Daughter of Gith,
Absconder from my Revered Queen,
her Vlaakith CLVII and my Brothers and Sisters of House Qith,
know regret now, being here.|
|Duty before Death.|
End of the Impressions First.