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== The Beginning == | == The Beginning == | ||
| − | The Scourge is his title: his | + | The Scourge is his title: his is forgotten. He stands proud in front of the followers who have assembled on that faithful day. He coughs, and all fall silent. |
"As we all know," he begins, "we live in a time of evil. The true God is shunned for lesser spirits and goes unworshipped. Blood has not been spilled in years, and I sense that the Crimson One will soon place us once more onto his anvil of worlds to be reforged and obliterated. Those who stay true to him are captured or put to death in an organized manner so that it cannot be seen. This angers the Blood God, as he revels in chaos and intrigue. Our culture has become stale and our world obsolete. There is only one thing left to do. We must set out and found a new homeland to entertain the Great One, as none shall survive the coming of the hammer. I have chosen those who have served the blood god well. I can only hope that you faithful ones will come later. The chosen ones are," he speaks, raising a sheet of parchment, "Major, the Underminer; Donut, the Artful Butcher; Lordo, the Reaper of the Waters; Edward, the Fleshwood Bane; and Sav... the cook..." He pauses, somewhat embarrassed, then continues in his loud, firm tone, "With us, we will bring the Traitor, and he will serve the Blood God well. Blood for the Blood God!" | "As we all know," he begins, "we live in a time of evil. The true God is shunned for lesser spirits and goes unworshipped. Blood has not been spilled in years, and I sense that the Crimson One will soon place us once more onto his anvil of worlds to be reforged and obliterated. Those who stay true to him are captured or put to death in an organized manner so that it cannot be seen. This angers the Blood God, as he revels in chaos and intrigue. Our culture has become stale and our world obsolete. There is only one thing left to do. We must set out and found a new homeland to entertain the Great One, as none shall survive the coming of the hammer. I have chosen those who have served the blood god well. I can only hope that you faithful ones will come later. The chosen ones are," he speaks, raising a sheet of parchment, "Major, the Underminer; Donut, the Artful Butcher; Lordo, the Reaper of the Waters; Edward, the Fleshwood Bane; and Sav... the cook..." He pauses, somewhat embarrassed, then continues in his loud, firm tone, "With us, we will bring the Traitor, and he will serve the Blood God well. Blood for the Blood God!" | ||