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The monks of Turstarkuri watched the rugged valleys below their mountain monastery as wave after wave of invaders swept through the lower kingdoms. Ascetic and pragmatic, in their remote monastic eyrie they remained aloof from mundane strife, wrapped in meditation that knew no gods or elements of magic. Then came the Legion of the Dead God, crusaders with a sinister mandate to replace all local worship with their Unliving Lord's poisonous nihilosophy. From the landscape that had known nothing but blood and battle for a thousand years, they tore the souls and bones of countless fallen legions and pitched them against Turstarkuri. The monastery stood scarcely a fortnight against the assault, and the few monks who bothered to stir from their meditations believed the invaders were but demonic visions sent to distract them from meditation. They died where they sat on their silken cushions. Only one youth survived--a pilgrim who had come as an acolyte, seeking wisdom, but had yet to be admitted to the monastery. He watched in horror as the monks to whom he had served tea and nettles were first slaughtered, then raised to join the ranks of the Dead God's priesthood. With nothing but a few of Turstarkuri's prized dogmatic scrolls, he crept away to the comparative safety of other lands, swearing to obliterate not only the Dead God's magic users--but to put an end to magic altogether.
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Turstarkuri的僧侣们站在他们山顶寺院的巅峰冷漠的俯视着脚下蜿蜒的山谷，任凭那来自远方的入侵者如潮水般淹没那些地处平原丘陵的领土。这些与世无争的苦行僧们认为侵略之火不会蔓延到这隐秘遥远的寺院，他们一如既往的沉浸在神无的冥想追寻精神的无上。
然而不死军团的扫荡势不可挡，这些冷血无情的士兵将要用死亡的荒芜来彻底洗涤他们踏过的每一寸土地。这场血与火的战争持续了上千年，不死军团撕碎了无数捍卫者的尸体、吞没了他们的灵魂。
他们来到了Turstarkuri。
Turstarkuri寺院的防御在他们的进攻下维持了仅不到十几天便土崩瓦解。甚至还有少数从冥想中被惊醒的僧侣坚信，死亡军团只是他们在冥想中产生的恶魔幻象罢了。于是他们如此在华丽的丝缎坐垫上毫无抵抗的死于冥想之中。
只有一个年轻人——一个前来寻求智慧、尚未入驻寺庙的朝圣者。他恐怖的地看到自己曾经侍奉的僧侣被屠杀贻尽，于是委曲求全以死亡之神侍僧的身份要求并加入了不死军团。
带着一些保存有Turstarkuri古老秘密的羊皮卷，他悄悄逃离了死亡军团的大军，在荒野之中寻找到一处相对安全的庇护所，他发誓不仅要毁灭死亡军团的法师，还要将所有的魔法使用者全部葬送。
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发表于 2011-9-23 11:57:52
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