The pyramids rest on the sand quietly. Unassuming. Like sleeping turtles. When the turtles appear, though, sink them quickly, but not through battle. They are messengers to the mighty. They spawn from the ogre graveyards, pillars of skulls, that no warrior or wizard may stand against. Thunder may strike them down, but life gives them death again, and they rise. It is a torrent, like the river Styx flowing backward; death is life, Despair is victory, and the nightmares ride. You see, it is their purpose to draw their strength from the living strong. Only the strongest soldier can open the gates to the netherworld, only to be turned against his master.
So leave the turtles be. Leave the dead as they are, and you may yet survive.
-- The Great Dezard (unknown)
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