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[WOLDOR] "Warrior gods! Champions! How glad I am that ye now shall step through the gate ahead! Look into the rainbow beyond and grasp... the world of the mythological!"
[WOLDOR] "You cross now from the mountain of Tealgard to Flaxgard. Ye shall pass from the Wintry Battlefield to the Mead River of Celebration!"
'Mead river...? Wait, like... actual mead?'
[WOLDOR] "Hahaha! YYYES! Each mountain passes through a part of my grand realm! These passageways take you up the fabled path on the journey to reach my hall! The five peaks are crossed not by walking through the air, but by leaving Hainei itself into my realm!"
[WOLDOR] "Tealgard, the Wintry Battlefield. It is here you shall see the battlefield exemplar of the worst conditions of war. Into the Mead River! A great many winding taverns representing the boastfulness, the rancor of victory celebrations! Where in constant festivity takes place! The jollification of claiming spoils and loot! Where brags of beating enemies and raping their women are passed about joyously! You will find yourself through these skeins to Verdigard, the Jungle Battlefield... the quiet place too quiet to be good. Land of the guerilla, where death awaits under every leaf, no way to know where your enemies hide, from where they'll strike! A place of constant caution! And from there, you ascend to Pucegard, where War is Hell. You see the destruction and horror of War made real on your way to Canogard, the place of canonization and knighting."
[ESKART] "Pray tell, what part of war does canonization play?"
[WOLDOR] "Those who had accomplished great feats and achievements are always honored with awards for their duty. Their honor. Their sacrifice. The wounded crawl to Canogard to cast away prosthetics and regain those limbs they lost in battle! Uniforms are pinned with awards of valiant orders and knightly brotherhoods! It is the greatest home to ALL soldiers and fighters! It is there you shall earn your award. Your final promotion! Then, you shall go to my Hall above in the clouds."
[WOLDOR] "RRRRRRRisen from the DUNG of war's desperate conditions, through the celebratory rave of survival, awash in panic and nonconformity and into Hell and back to the place of safety! You shall come, spirits, into my Hall! Together, we will raise a glass of ale and drink! And then we shall FIGHT! HAHAHAHAHA! WE WILL BE BRRRROOOOTHEEEERS!"
[Jenk] "Haaah... there's a charm to Woldor's blatherskite through it all."
[ESKART] "I appreciate the notions, but it's this kind of jabberwocky that makes me unbefitting of this pantheon in the first place."
[SHENNU] "You would have joined if it weren't all about drinking, being "brothers in arms" and fighting like hooligans every day?"
[ESKART] "The hazing ritual is over the top..."
[WOLDOR] "Tis the soul of the world that should not be seen, lad! Belly up, for it tis not every day you may witness the REVELRY! HAHAHAHAHA!"
