Esquilax
Arcane
- Joined
- Dec 7, 2010
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“I don’t know myself.” As you speak your doubts, the Hero’s Medal pinned to your chest tingles gently, subtly reminding you of your destiny and of the righteousness of your cause. “Perhaps the goddesses love me?”
“The goddesses love all mankind equally, but they would not reciprocate the love of a womanizer. Not in that profane way, so stop your drooling,” lectures Althus mockingly.
“AN ASSASSIN IS EXPENDABLE. THEY ARE PUPPETS TO BE DISCARDED AFTER THEIR PURPOSE IS ACHIEVED… PUPPETS OF FATE THAT DO NOT QUESTION WHETHER THEIR CAUSE IS JUST.”
Those goddesses of fate are nothing but a bunch of cock-teasers. We do what they say, and then they'll be all like "Uh... thanks for saving the world, you're my best friend!" I don't like playing along with their little game. The lovely Demon Princess shall be our bride! A vote for C is a vote to become a Naram.
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