(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"If I were ta boil it down, it'd be this: th' Blood War's been goin' on
damn-near-forever, an' will keep goin' on until damn-near-forever itself gets
penned in th' Dead-Book. Th' tanar'ri, th' champions o' chaos an' evil are
tryin' ta stomp th' green-colored dung out o' th' baatezu, the champions o'
law an' evil. They butcher each other over 'ow each o' them thinks evil
should be, if ye can believe that. Hah!"
"What do you think would happen if someone stopped the Blood War?"
"Ye can't make any pikin' difference in the War! It's too soddin' big. Ye're a
stone, a pebble in an ocean that's a pebble in another ocean which is a
pebble in another ocean an' so on and so forth 'til th' stenchkows come
'ome. As a pebble, yer goal is ta be not noticed an' sink ta th' bottom with
th' rest o' the dregs... If ye could make a difference - which ye can't - ye
shouldn't try, 'cause then th' Planes would tumble on down."
I was glad I was taller than most here, so he could see me clearly. "The
Planes would tumble down? Why?"
He held up his hands like pillars. "Th' Blood War's like a big, bloody support
beam proppin' up th' Planes... kick it down, an' a lot o' th' Planes'd come
tumblin' down with it. Lot o' baggage rests on th' back o' th' War." He
suddenly brayed like a donkey, laughing bitterly. "Th' biggest, nastiest pack
animal on th' Planes..."
Ghysis grinned cynically. "Besides, as some say, war's great fer business." He
laughed hollowly, then looked as if he could suddenly cry. "Eh... never ye
mind that... another question?"
"Are you all right? You seem pained..."
The man smiled sadly. "Aye, aye... listen, cutter: I'm no priest, nor would I
want ta be one, but 'ear this: keep evil out o' yer heart. When ye die with
evil in yer heart, yer spirit falls inta th' Lower Planes, where ye become a
petitioner... Any guesses as ta what 'appens then? Petitioners in th' Abyss
an' Baator get twisted inta footsoldiers... an' get ta fight in th' Blood War fer
all eternity." He chuckled, shaking his head. "So that's th' dark as ta why th'
baatezu an' tanar'ri try an' corrupt all they touch; 'cause they need more
troops. 'Eed this: keep evil far from yer 'eart, berk."
The questions came, mostly from the front of the crowd where we mingled.
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