By Mike Holmes and Ryan St.

From Urik, Teller of Secrets:

Know thou that a city called Baruuth has lived and died. Baruuth was ruled, up until recently, by a Living God named Dzurak - you may yet recall these names, for the Living Gods have not yet been able to scour them from every page or erase them from the memories of their peoples. The city was, of old, prosperous on it's high shores between the cities of Balohn and Karaiish. This is the story of Baruuth, and what happend to it's peopleā€¦

Dzurak had, it is said, gone entirely insane long ago in the past, and over time ordered his populace to perform increasingly bizarre rituals, without any explanation as to why. After an order that everyone in the city must give up their left arms, a plot was hatched amongst the nobility (who had been noting for decades that Dzurak was becoming strange, and no longer lead them as the other Living Gods do). They made a pact with the wandering Living God named Mazirtus to allow him access to Dzurak as he slept the sleepless dream. Mazirtus was able to defeat Dzurak, and Dzurak became a demon bound to the heart of Baruuth. The people feld to the outskirts of the city, and beyond, to live free of Dzurak's madness and rage.

Their freedom was not to last, however. Before word of this rebellion could spread, the Living Gods Balohn and Upatthia made a pact and quickly moved to attack the remaining populace of Baruuth. You may have heard that Upatthia despises her brother, but such things are quickly put aside when meat dangles before the mouth.

The attack was deviously concieved, and well prepared for, and caught the populous of refugees from Baruuth unaware. The two Gods easily won the battle, and divided up the spoils quickly between themeselves. All who once dwelt in Baruuth are now denizens of Balohn or Karaiish. You may have seen them in the slave markets of those cities - they are the ones who speak with their hands, since their words were fed to some demon. The Living Gods have ensured that they will never again speak of Baruuth.

So do we speak for them, or wait until our homes and words and freedom are taken as well?

I remember the beauty of the women of Baruuth, but the memory fades.