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The warriors sat around the bonfire; bellies full, but spirits not yet satisfied. Among them one warrior who was older than anyone, and had a right to be, began to speak.
"I reach into the distant past," he began, and all payed rapt attention. "From the age of myths and legends, I recall stories which were handed down from father to son, for generations innumerable. We tell these stories not so much to amuse, or to teach; but to connect ourselves with our past, and show us we are not alone. We are one people. We are one blood. We are Klingon."
From "The Poet Warrior" by Christine Francis.
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You have approached the door of the Imperial Bard's Archive. Here are preserved in song and story are the myths, and legends that have defined the Klingons as a people for thousands of years. Enter only if you be stought of heart.
warriors have approached this ancient door.
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