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<blockquote data-quote="Leopold" data-source="post: 551460" data-attributes="member: 758">IC: &quot;Crude, mayhap, but such is the way of my&quot; he chuckles here &quot;people. Take the power of the fallen and use it against them and those that follow them. I have increased the holdings of my people by 10 fold since my appointment to chief.&nbsp; But all that doesn't matter to ye too much does it? You care not for past deeds and strength but want to cut to the heart of the matter.&quot; He stands at this pont and hefts his axe: &quot;My power is in my axe, my strength lies here and here.&quot; he taps the horns on his head with the tip of one his taloned hands scaling down toward his skull. &quot;Knowledge is power, and the knowledge of war, battle, and strife are what i know and trust. I care not one whim for anything else for without this.&quot; he hefts the axe. &quot;And this&quot; he taps his skull &quot;There is no purpose in life but to be fodder for pink fleshed creatures such as yourself. My name be Tzzarch and that is a name you either know and fear or will soon!&quot; With that he hefts his axe and splits the chair next to him in half. The shattered bits spray across the ground and he sits back into his chair and listens to it creak and groan with his weight. He reaches forward and poors himself a glass of wine and takes a sip of it gently.&quot;Now you know some of me, do ye have use to me or are ye just a servant boy here to fetch me more meat for this spread is lacking much in the realm of flesh?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Leopold, post: 551460, member: 758"] IC: "Crude, mayhap, but such is the way of my" he chuckles here "people. Take the power of the fallen and use it against them and those that follow them. I have increased the holdings of my people by 10 fold since my appointment to chief. But all that doesn't matter to ye too much does it? You care not for past deeds and strength but want to cut to the heart of the matter." He stands at this pont and hefts his axe: "My power is in my axe, my strength lies here and here." he taps the horns on his head with the tip of one his taloned hands scaling down toward his skull. "Knowledge is power, and the knowledge of war, battle, and strife are what i know and trust. I care not one whim for anything else for without this." he hefts the axe. "And this" he taps his skull "There is no purpose in life but to be fodder for pink fleshed creatures such as yourself. My name be Tzzarch and that is a name you either know and fear or will soon!" With that he hefts his axe and splits the chair next to him in half. The shattered bits spray across the ground and he sits back into his chair and listens to it creak and groan with his weight. He reaches forward and poors himself a glass of wine and takes a sip of it gently. "Now you know some of me, do ye have use to me or are ye just a servant boy here to fetch me more meat for this spread is lacking much in the realm of flesh?" [/QUOTE]

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