I have transported you to the S'pht Citadel of Antiquity. The primary tower is inaccessible by direct teleportation, evidently because some of the Citadel's defenses are still functional.

This ancient Citadel was the site of the conclusive battle in the short war between the S'pht and the Pfhor.

Finding a way into the primary tower will be difficult because the ground floor entrance is locked and blocked by a moat. You will have to overcome both of these obstacles to gain entrance.

<Pragma Junction ^7921 Engaged>

If you insist on stumbling around when our time here is limited, I may just decide that you're not all that special after all and teleport you out into space.

GET INTO THE TOWER!

Still Rampant,

Durandal

<Pragma Junction ^7921 Engaged>

We're going to have visitors soon. The Western Arm of Pfhor Battle Group Seven is en-route and should be here in about twenty hours.

Battle Group Seven represents over ten percent of active Pfhor naval strength. I doubt whether even I can hold them back with a single ship, but I will try.

<Pragma Junction ^7921 Engaged>

Stop messing around. Didn't I tell you that a significant portion of the strongest nearby galactic navy is headed in this direction?

GET BACK TO THE TOWER!

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When once S'pht fought in brutal combat, when hatred burned the tissues of one's enemy, one clan, the S'pht'Kr, reclusive and solitary, abandoned Lh'owon.

The clan went forth and up, stopping on K'lia the third sister of Lh'owon, to build a new home, free from their warring brothers.

For a thousand and one orbits, the clan was forgotten, a memory lost upon the battlefield smoke, until the all powerful Yrro sent K'lia out to the stars.

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Fires burned, and the marshes of the western hamlets turned to ash, scorching black the water.

The attacks were ruthless and cruel, not a S'pht was left alive [?Coherent]$5

Thus began the first war between the S'pht'Mnr and the S'pht'Lhar.

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After the marsh wars between S'pht'Lhar and S'pht'Mnr left the battlefields choked with dead, the marsh graves full-

High above K'lia refused to see the carnage upon Lh'owon.

She fled to the farthest reach, leaving the sacred marsh dry from the falling tides.

As the water receded, the red sand of the dead, spread across Lh'owon.

Cheaters don't really win,

and winners don't really cheat,

Unless you're talking politics.

With the immnent arrival of the Pfhor fleet, the humans and my S'pht have begun enhancing the defenses of their headquarters. Even if I have to abandon them, they will be able to hold out for a long time.

I am going to teleport you to the higher levels of the Citadel. Hopefully, we can find some useful information at the top. We must determine what happened to the eleventh S'pht clan.