>"Man will err for as long as he lives."
We are not perfect, but Okran will guide us to that perfection, once we are done in this life.
Maybe life in the Golden Plains is less painful than life here in the wastes, with the only thing making it bearable being...
>"... the people that we must protect."
>"... the Flame burning inside us, lifting us to the battlefield."
>[... Our sacred duty.]
A duty, shared by many.
If a brother sees that you are wounded, he will hand you his own medicine, because it is his duty to do so.
If a brother sees another one starving alongside his family, he will share his meal with them, because it is his duty.
If a brother fights against the Darkened, many more will come to his aid, because it is our duty.
What the Outsiders refuse to understand is that through our duties, given to us by the Holy Pheonix, blessed be His name, we have managed to persevere for many ages.
And I can feel that this will be an age like none other. One where we will see the Darkened put to the Flame, as they ought to be.
... It is getting late.
We will head to Stack and rest there for tonight, then we will be back down here, but with a clearer purpose... and hopefully, more men.
>[There's only so much four Crusaders can do.]
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Gomenasorry for not continuing the cannie hunter story thingy last thread. Had to sort out my modlist. I've also been itching for a proper HN playthrough for a while now.
Please pretend that Sharpe's party got tired of killing cannibals and retired posthumously somewhere in the South. Probably Black Scratch.