A Worn and Weathered Prologue
"What ever became of Mans magnificence? So praised by His creator, offered to the Priest Kings of the Planet behind the Sun as a masterpiece gift. They were so very small and cruel. Scraping at Gor in a lonesome desperation. Until the Kur grew tired of There cries and silenced so many of them. The father of man, awashed away with grief, tore apart his bride. But you know all of this. Insect 'Gods'. Our rare and uncaring fathers. Face your disastrous Child and burn beside your endless harlot. Rare and wandering stranger, do I hear Her voice? I will try not to listen."
-Set. The Spice Merchant
-Set. The Spice Merchant