Recorded by the Domme Tirkju'a (an excerpt from his journals)
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It is the year Ki Heptre 13.
I miss home. Not Katill Broiis or the Ori'ehemian Quamship temple.
My true home, far east of the Order, where my brothers now lie awaiting the breath of the afterlife. Perhaps they had gone without me. Perhaps that was better.
The Dove told me that I was chosen for this role, for bringing a fire to the land and raise an army greater than any Isorgi unit. My Isorgi brothers would not compare to the Dove's vision of the men that they foresaw would surround me in my rise.
I would like to keep believing them. But I would also like to have my people with me along the way. This loneliness is eating me from inside, I have no one to turn to but the Dove, my only constant ally. There is no one else in the world who looks like me, and is my kin, because they have all perished for a reason I have yet to find.
The Dove said I had better do. No answers will come from them; they want me to forge my own path.
I know it is never unintentional. So what future does the Dove have for me?
Why mustn't I just pass away like the rest of my kin? My true name will always be Aashurhallal and that can never be taken from me, though I may be known to all as the Tirkju'a.
If Aashurhallal dies, so does their Tirkju'a.
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—KI HEPTRE
counts as a year since the founding of the Domminical Order in Katill Broiis located in modern day Cyprus; can be used for calendar years but only applicable to events which unfolded after the Tirkju'a—or Aashurhallal, the Isorgi—had began his rule.