There ain't nobody who
tells the chant quite like a Planewalker can. Some of the stories
I've heard would make your hair turn white and your eyes bulge out
(and that's not even half as bad as the Blood War tales I could
tell). Others pose philosophical conundra so complex you'd need weeks
to even catch a hint of the real chant.
However, time is money, as they say, and I ain't being paid half
enough to spill my darks...Well, not just yet, anyhow. Still, I know
more planewalkers than a tanar'ri has enemies, and I think it's about
time I called in some favours.
I've persuaded a few of my better travelled friends to share a few
of their stories with you, cutters. But mind, keep 'em to yourselves.
Never know who might be listening, right?