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<blockquote data-quote="Anabstercorian" data-source="post: 176674" data-attributes="member: 2550">I've already declared my acts of destruction and mercy against the Red Scourge.===========&lt;&lt; My liege. &gt;&gt;Anabstercorian turned, shilouetted in the starlight as he gazed through the window of the Hub wall.&lt;&lt; Yes? &gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; The Taraakian's are being summoned. &gt;&gt;Anabstercorian sighed. &lt;&lt; So be it.&nbsp; They will never accept us...&nbsp; We will have to fight them once this war is through.&nbsp; I know it.&nbsp; I have sinned too many times to escape their judgement. &gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; You can defeat them.&nbsp; You are Anabstercorian, the Murderer of - &gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; SILENCE! &gt;&gt;The servant fell silent. &lt;&lt; I am a murderer.&nbsp; I have accepted that.&nbsp; But I have grown to loathe it. &gt;&gt;He gestured out the window.&nbsp; Substare, still twisted by the blast of unholy blight, sizzled in his view.&lt;&lt; Look at what my pride has wrought.&nbsp; Look where I have brought my people.&nbsp; My ambition may come to naught, if this trend continues. &gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; Sir...&nbsp; Sir, we trust you.&nbsp; We trust you absolutely.&nbsp; You are the best we could have. &gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; I have killed, or been responsible for killing, &gt;&gt; said Anabstercorian, ignoring his servant, &lt;&lt; 36 million, 153 thousand, and 786 sentient life forms in my time.&nbsp; How many have you killed, Frezhnil? &gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; ...None, sir. &gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; May you never have to.&nbsp; Bring my people to the Church of Mercy.&nbsp; Tell them to protect it.&nbsp; Tell them to preserve at least some minds to see what the future holds.&nbsp; For death is coming, Frezhnil, and the battle ahead will bring it many sacrifices. &gt;&gt;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Anabstercorian, post: 176674, member: 2550"] I've already declared my acts of destruction and mercy against the Red Scourge. =========== << My liege. >> Anabstercorian turned, shilouetted in the starlight as he gazed through the window of the Hub wall. << Yes? >> << The Taraakian's are being summoned. >> Anabstercorian sighed. << So be it. They will never accept us... We will have to fight them once this war is through. I know it. I have sinned too many times to escape their judgement. >> << You can defeat them. You are Anabstercorian, the Murderer of - >> << SILENCE! >> The servant fell silent. <> He gestured out the window. Substare, still twisted by the blast of unholy blight, sizzled in his view. << Look at what my pride has wrought. Look where I have brought my people. My ambition may come to naught, if this trend continues. >> << Sir... Sir, we trust you. We trust you absolutely. You are the best we could have. >> <> said Anabstercorian, ignoring his servant, << 36 million, 153 thousand, and 786 sentient life forms in my time. How many have you killed, Frezhnil? >> << ...None, sir. >> << May you never have to. Bring my people to the Church of Mercy. Tell them to protect it. Tell them to preserve at least some minds to see what the future holds. For death is coming, Frezhnil, and the battle ahead will bring it many sacrifices. >> [/QUOTE]

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