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I guess it all comes down to one fact: In the end, I'm the one with the armies.
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Apparently, the next stage of my quest will take us up into the highlands of Terris. This is said to be a cold, unforgiving place — a land where the mountains themselves are made of ice.▼
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Our normal attendants will not do for such a trip. We should probably hire some Terris packmen to carry our gear.▼
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We arrived in Terris earlier this week, and, I have to say, I find the countryside beautiful.
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The people here are mostly herdsmen — though timber harvesters and farmers are not uncommon.
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We picked up a group of Terris packmen to guide us through the difficult mountain passages. Yet, these are no ordinary men. The stories are apparently true — some Terrismen have a remarkable ability that is most intriguing.
▲Apparently, the next stage of my quest will take us up into the highlands of Terris. This is said to be a cold, unforgiving place — a land where the mountains themselves are made of ice.
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Somehow, they can store up their strength for use on the next day. Before they sleep at night, they spend an hour lying in their bedrolls, during which time they suddenly grow very frail in appearance—almost as if they had aged by half a century. Yet, when they wake the next morning, they have become quite muscular. Apparently, their powers have something to do with the bracelets and earrings that they always wear.
▲Our normal attendants will not do for such a trip. We should probably hire some Terris packmen to carry our gear.
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The leader of the packmen is named Rashek, and he is rather taciturn. Nevertheless, Braches — inquisitive, as always — has promised to interrogate him in the hopes of discovering exactly how this wondrous strength-storing is achieved.
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Tomorrow, we begin the final stage of our pilgrimage—the Far Mountains of Terris. There, hopefully, I will find peace—both for myself, and for our poor land.
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I don't even understand what I'm supposed to do. The Terris philosophers claim that I'll know my duty when the time comes, but that's a small comfort.
It seems Rashek represents a growing faction in Terris culture. A large number of the youths think that their unusual powers should be used for more than just fieldwork, husbandry, and stonecarving. They are rowdy, even violent — far different from the quiet, discerning Terris philosophers and holy men that I have known.
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They will have to be watched carefully,
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What would it be like if every nation — from the isles in the South to the Terris hills in the North — were united under a single government? What wonders could be achieved, what progress could be made, if mankind were to permanently set aside its squabblings and join together?
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