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I have read, that without such a container, the flare would
spark randomly out in all directions between the different gates, killing everything in between.
The real gate lies several feet beneath the ground, where something called a flare stone
sits. Connecting each such stone to form an pentagon are channels of pure energy, trapped
in some fashion within a channel made of the same material as the boundary stones. Making
one of these flare stones function as a means to travel requires creating an imbalance in
the contained energy, making it flow from all the other stones to a single focal stone. While the boundaries flare regularly each night, creating a glowing membrane, each one tuned to reflect the color associated with the gates name, it is obviously dangerous if not completely foolish to focus all the enrgies at once in a single stone to create an artifical flare. If you tried it too close to the normal flare... Imagine my joy when I realized that the normal flare was but a few hours away. But I knew that this was needed and the only way I was likely to ever see anything more than this small village. Staring at the shimmering red pattern before me, I gathered my courage, bowed to the oldest monk and stepped through... In one instant it felt as though my body was being turned inside out and the universe had unravelled. Those monks that spend a life time trying to become 'one' with everything, I can do one better, just step through a gate and become one with chaos. |