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英联邦邑民之迎新会
~ 暨 ~
使者所传故事之精略公示
在宫殿与其仆从在时间的崩坏中久久死去之后，以下传说或只是徘徊于真理的边界。未尝有人睁开他们原始的眼睛，注视着这一度孤寂地盘踞于该陌生现实中的、帕克索帝国的晶莹荒原。
这些故事的真实性并不胜过一卷神话。当一位父亲将这些故事讲给他的子女，他们又将这些故事讲给他们的子女时……赤色大系史中的这微小一瞬经预言家、庆典举办者乃至赤色使者自己足以令人信服的修饰而逐渐被误传。
诚然，这些对魔法与圣洁灵魂的思考只是一则童话，仅此而已。
蔚蓝宫殿之烬
巫后之国
在万灵悉知前，我们坚定地欢庆
殉道圣人的呼唤永不能忘
他们的热血溅洒在蔚蓝之门上
鲜血染红了巫后之所爱
鲜血换来了奎鲁斯兴盛之复再
那些虽死犹生之人，将被光荣地赞颂
破碎的水晶
圣洁的血液
一个被钢铁压迫与统治着的国度
在充满激情的灵魂的交往中倾覆
他们的血液在危机中晕染又流动
热血将那国门浸染得殷红又殷红
弗拉克瑟斯，混蛋、丧尽天良的荡妇
是一位王后，罪行罄竹难书
是一位女巫，控制着水晶的魔火
魔火燃于其脚下，将这个恶棍烧灼
血液喷涌，落入大地之中
将四处染得殷红又殷红
热血浸润了草木，在土壤中横流
牺牲的烈士无数，换来人们的自由
一位巫女已永远地死亡
她邪恶的咒语化作了光
星空有灵，仍注视着这一切
弗拉克瑟斯的暴戾，未能消灭
于是黑暗降临，笼罩世界
地震使王国沸腾、扭曲、断裂
正如刚才所见，这片引人自豪的故土
牺牲了烈士无数，终于将那黑暗制服
向着殉道圣人的在天之灵
人们轻轻地献上祝福之声
所有的灵魂，联合起来寻找新生
化作灯笼，制止人们再挑起斗争
我们神圣的灯光，摧毁了黑夜的幽昏
我们殉道的圣人，点燃了自己的灵魂
将黑暗压制在了那遥远的港湾
我们祈祷不再有怪物、野兽等忧患
在这神圣的时刻，我们向您祈求
并诅咒那残暴巫女的水晶塔楼
她曾居住的宫殿将碎裂而不存
我们终要再次染红那蔚蓝的国门
赐予我们光明
这里放着被诅咒的巫后骨灰。
> 暴政之根
在这片赤色土地上的往事尚未被述明时，它被称作奎鲁斯。在波特冒险归来后，他揭露了被神圣血液染红的王国修女的真相。我们必须回去……在星空注视我们之前，在上天洒落盐粒之前，在死亡降临田间之前，我们必须回到弗拉克瑟斯巫后的统治之下。
走向水晶与火焰的时代。
她握紧铁棍，无情地鞭笞着帝国的咽喉。她奴役了整个帕克索。在她的统治之下，人们生来就须艰苦地劳作，不容得一丝喘息。巫后不承认这些奴隶的高死亡率，却建立了一份称作水晶的、早已过时的非自然契约，将受她奴役者由内而外地腐化，控制着他们的死亡，又或者将反抗她命令的人投入火中。这片土地还未被染成赤色，也没有将自身折叠扭曲起来。弗拉克瑟斯永恒地监视着她的领地，并用她的邪恶与魔法将水晶的完美传播得更远。
它曾被称作奎鲁斯：遭巫后亵渎与祸害的那个国度，在这里，蔚蓝宫殿如同坏疽般溃烂与生长。她的傲慢挑战了上帝，她残暴的罪行小觑了自然的一切。她过于自大，她过于傲慢，她违背自然，因此这位暴君的劫难将不可避免地来临。
于是，她的罪行使世界爆发了。
随着爆炸与血流，奎鲁斯的土地业已面目模糊，不留一物。蔚蓝宫殿的遗墟已然不存，水晶之下的帕克索帝国已然粉碎。已漫失的时光里，受巫后怒火濒亡诅咒的鼓舞，这些废墟现已荒无人烟。只在群星的见证下，寒风渐渐侵蚀了冰冷的水晶，注视着弗拉克瑟斯不息怒火下永恒的愚蠢。在此，一度反抗神的傲慢巫后，脸面在诅咒下碎为了瓦砾。
这就是这种该死的活物的最终下场。
在她死亡的痛苦中，did she speak dark evil into the world, cursing with hexes powerful and secret, and erupting forth in undying spirit. A tortured soul, fueled by anger, pierced with white hot pins of hatred, never to subdue. And in this wrath did she upheave the realm - folding the lands upon themselves, crumpling the very world into itself. As she writhed in death, the blood of the Martyr Saints who prostrated themselves upon the gates of the palace did seep into the world and stain it crimson and red, and offer their lives as nutrients for rebirth.
Their death for our life - their sacrifice for our renewal. As arrogant as Vraxus was in ruling, so were they in dying. In all of her destruction did the Martyrs offer creation. In her wrath, did they offer mercy. Such was the hatred the Saints held in their hearts for the evil the Witch Queen embodied - a hatred strong enough to counter hatred.
And so we offer prayers for their sacrifice…
… and wish for crystal to erode to dust. Time swallows all. Even you, you know. The Porter offers us these tales without recompense; the least we can muster is to share these tales should the evocation of Martyr Saints be cast to oblivion. Celebrate those who live even in death - celebrate resolute 'ere the Allsoul hear our praise. In our absolution of tyranny can life flourish anew.
> 在大系中的位置
The ruins of Koælus have been, as to our current understanding, untouched by humanity. Where it lie in accordance to other Limspaces detailed by the Porter has not been revealed to us. We can safely assume that the ruins of the Cerulean Palace rest within the very centre of the System; far far away from the dark fields that intersect our Baseline. An imagined model of the system might suggest the epicenter of the dark forces - the Palace - is a whole world away from our earthly thresholds.
Perhaps there is a vast crimson ring around the lost Paxl empire… a blasted crater which citizens of the Commonwealth have only found their way into the most meager fringes of. We simply cannot know.
Whether any living human from the Commonwealth will ever bear witness to the expanse of shattered crystal cannot be known. We must wait for the Porter to bring us more tales - perhaps one day we will be blessed with a very special gift from our Crimson Emissary. Perhaps one day we will know that humanity has discovered the root of the Crimson System's history for themselves. What a thought that we could reach so far, and behold such a far off, outlandish concept. One can only imagine.
Until then, the closest we can reach is to join in the ceremonies and share the tales.
May we be granted light.