Long before the Stars guided to conquest and sanctuary, the Ansei Baral made his tale known 'pon the war waged over the Horde-One-Hundred of Malooc.The Lady of Air parted skies, O listener, to set forth Daibethe's generous rays over a blades made of the soul. That Onsi might advance the war; that Leki might bring grace to the warriors set upon the brink of goblin-ken's destruction.The observant Baral first felt the HoonDing's press when in the corner of his eye a shadow ever growing pulled a veil over his brothers, his sisters.They say in his shout to the heavens, Baral had conjured a Shehai so great it split the mountain and his contingent begged the earth not to shatter. Sparks of fury were outweighed by the curiosity, O listener. And unto those around him did Baral recount,
"It is breath, as it is spirit.It is the Sands-that-Speak brought to skin hard as the Scales.It is so, O brothers, O sisters.And we have yet to win this war."