Dear Kanta Claws: Dressing in red does not make you one of us, you imposterous heathen! You will be purified in righteous fire along with the rest of them, you dirty mongel. Happy holidays! They will be your last.
Magroth the DefenderDear Kanta Claws: Dressing in red does not make you one of us, you imposterous heathen! You will be purified in righteous fire along with the rest of them, you dirty mongel. Happy holidays! They will be your last.
Sawni
So much love an' glad tidings...brings a tear to my eye. *sniffle*
December 23, 2011
Magroth the DefenderOur order has fallen in every way imaginable. Fallen to insanity, to obscurity, to corruption, and to the very plague we set ourselves against. Our standards sing to our loved ones the way that a kiss from lifeless lips sit upon those with red blood still... moreOur order has fallen in every way imaginable. Fallen to insanity, to obscurity, to corruption, and to the very plague we set ourselves against. Our standards sing to our loved ones the way that a kiss from lifeless lips sit upon those with red blood still coursing through. After fleeing the fate of our kin in Roof of the World, these many months since have shown me that there is no way to pick up the pieces. Not with this deep crimson hues that adorn my chest. Perhaps it is time to let go of this crusade. To meet defeat - with any honor I may still have. less
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