Once upon a time, there lived 3 classes of warrior; the Softskins, Iryans, and mudbloods. During this time, resources were plentiful and Gielinor was comparable to a utopian paradise. The Softskins could have anything they want without any effort whatsoever. In fact, things were so easy that warriors wielding whips and bandos gear no longer inspired awe in those around them. A few good men from this bunch rose above the herd to become the self sufficient Iryan race; a pure race whose skin was a battle hardened iron. They escaped from the lap of the Great Mother and lept into the arms of war. They rebelled against paradise - demanding resistance as opposed to unconscious ease. The Softskins admired the Iryan class.. They understood that they were not equals. The Iryans were in fact superior warriors. This very fact was a seed a consciousness in the hearts of a few paradise dwellers.. "What if I, too, could be apart of the Iryan class?" They said. And so they attempted to leave paradise into a world of self-sufficiency. But their hearts were weak. After a handful of difficult days, they longed to return to their mother's lap. "O paradise, where art thou!" They cried out.. They had to choose between two paths.. Being comfortably inferior or being true warriors at the cost of difficulty? Their tiny hearts, incapable of accepting either, bred a third race; mudbloods. "What if we call ourselves Iryan but still help each other out?" They said.. And so they happily constructed the delusion of being something more than a Softskin. But the true Iryans know the difference between a mudblood and one of their own. In the end, the Iryans will be the one true warrior class.. Those who embrace difficulty and become something greater as a consequence.
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