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she speaks, low and otherworldly, "and you have nary. But can one truly call you such anymore? Your Genes, handreared by a Patriarch that traded thy Majesty with Us?"
A wing is moved, also.
"How tragically sweet, to still be so misguided."
Ah, t'would be too easy should one of his calibre fall to such a ploy!
The chain's blade sears forth, rips through waves of air until it roots home in the chest of the damsel โ tearing through bone and sinew until there is a gaping hole where once a sternum was.
The heart
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โ โ Parchment inscribed with scornful litanies crumple to dust from the de synchronization of time, withering around the frame of hardened ceramite that proves itself resilient to the corrosive effects of the warp. Almost as resilient as the provolved vessel of flesh, โ
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It, no, ( she ) huffs โ and in a sudden does a long sprawl of reddish auburn hair grow from its scalp, alongside a pair of horns.
Her clawed hand manually moves her left eye a little closer from where it prior was. Unperfect, upon occasion.
"Manners maketh man,"
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"money," she breathes in a halfโgasp, wide blue eyes rimmed with tears, "of course, iโ"
her hands paw at herself, forge out pieces of gold stamped with strange symbols. different.
"you can melt them."
the coins are misshapen, engraved with something... other. a pale color.
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๐นisgust curls minami's mouth into a sneer. recycled corpse mulch was better than any common wench; she would have to wear a hairshirt till the morrow for such a misstep ...
โ are words all you have to thank me with.แฃ โ
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The rat taps his bearded chin thoughtfully.
โ The first straight answer-thing I receive from the Tzeench-filth, yes-yes. Enticing-interesting! Egg. ๐ฅ
'WELCOME TO ESTALIA, GENTLEMEN.'
Somewhere in Estalia, a gold-faced mage spoke those words. Viritch had already made it through patrols of wandering swordsman, backed by pikemen and archers, as well as a retinue of horsemen.
Skavenblight should be warned... or not.