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After another year of such watchfare and other tasks, our firdtide in Valmaeana ended with our comeback to Qoaronaea. We marched up the Street of Heroes in full weaponshow, under the High Staff and Captains’ oversight. We were then led into the Temple of the Qoaronae - the War-Goddesses, at the city’s heart, a building so great that its main hall easily holds five thousand folk, which tallied, including us, the Qabarata, our other allies, and so many Valmaeans as the room let, as Honor Ward. There we stood sharp under the gaze of the Goddess’s mighty stonelikenesses, each fifty armspans tall, carven in startling, awful whitsomeness: hair of snapping snakes, mouths afang, blood-dark wings, harness gleaming darkly, and weapons clutched in clawed hands. The Qoaronae, whom the Valmaeans have besworn as their matron-goddesses, and this city’s namesake. By all tales, this stead is a world-wonder. I heard a yoretale that the Qoaronae are the triplet-daughters of Burning-Mother and Father-Night. When they reached maidenhood, they went to their father and asked to help in warding their home, their siblings, and all the Sun-Worlds. When Father-Night yaysaid, they beseeched him to show them the Outer Darkness, for they claimed they must understand the dreads they would ward against. Begrudginlgy, Father-Night listened and led them into the darkness between stars. When the three maiden-goddesses came home, they were fearsomely shifted: no longer fair, and looking even as their stone-likenesses shown before me. When I behold their snaky locks, sharp mouths as carven in their stones, and bloodily clawed fingers, I recall bewritnesses I have read of the elder Moqeva. I wonder how we have undertaken gods who even seem like these erstwhile foes.
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Page 1 "MATTER-9" QUARRA. Q.S.A.R. Matter-9 System, QUARRA Research and Design. dated 2030
Two views of a Pasri neighbourhood. Two story houses with a rooftop patio covered with the traditional Pasri curved roof. It is sunset, and people are walking home, or taking a quick smoke break out front of their courtyard / garage entrance. In the background, large coniferous trees rise up to the sky.
Then came a lone shape from the Formian swarm, who climbed a small crag beside the neck. A great Myrmarch, almost big as a Shotalashu and rider together, shell-crest sweeping like a helm, glyphs twisting down her scales, such as my grandmother Eavol had slain two hundred years ago, stood at the crag’s far end. There she rose to full height, and weaponless. We reeves overtalked this meaning and reckoned she wished a truce-speech. As outrider and also soulseer, the Captain looked to me. I swallowed my boldness, sat Ess, and outrode to meet the Formian. Semuane and Oshis rode as host to the crag’s foot. There, under sight not only of the lone Myrmarch staring buggily down, but also both hosts, I kissed them both. Then I handed Semuane my swordbill and sword, and then bade Ess climb the crag. Gamely we scampered upward, though my worry set him on edge. We reached the cragtop and beheld the Myrmarch awaiting. Again I overlooked her shell-whelmed head and body, and the glyphs etched thereon. Quoth the Southerners, Formians so bewrite their deeds and rank upon their bodies. Unshakingly, this Myrmarch’s shell was so etched down to her spindly feet. Though she bore no weapon, I beminded her tail-stinger bowed high. If this outcame a trap, then I reckoned I had Ess to even the odds, and we should sell our lives so dearly as we could. Ess halted about ten strides from the Myrmarch. I doffed helm under arm and looked with eyes unhindered. Likewise did the Myrmarch, though her inborn shell on brow and cheeks stayed. I then bewitted I had given no thought on how to begin this speech. So I stretch forth my antennae, felt for her mind, and merely bade: ~Limi:~ “Speak.”
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