The Gates of Oraispol (event)
This is it. This is the culmination of my life's work, my finest hour, the greatest joy I shall ever feel.
I was born as no one. My place of birth was a village out in the most backwater of colonies, long since consumed by the Fog. Battle by battle, corpse by corpse, I have clawed my way from the very edges of the world to its beating, gilded heart, and come to claim it for myself.
As I make my way towards the Column of the Purest, the euphoric crowds lining the streets shout my name, their jubilant screams almost a deafening cacophony.
'Savior! Black Sun! Aautokratir! Purest!'
There is still much to be done.