⠀ ⠀ spoken well、thou hast; an insult to acquaintance remainest. behind thy back、of thee do all gods speak poorly、 and little praise finds thy name upon their lips.
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Speak your truths . Your kin have appeared before me before . What is it you wish for now .ᐣ
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ᅠᅠᅠ apologize .ᐣ what'd tha poin' o' 'at lass .ᐣ 've 'eard worse from that ichor guts 'n war . ye mustabe strong iddint ya .ᐣ common psychological issita have the enjoyment of given up ye position of powa .
ᅠᅠᅠit's a pleasa lass . 'm Néit o' War .
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@charmslost my apologies,
i shouldn't have said such a thing to a stranger.
forgive me, i believe i've had a little too much firewater.
please , allow me to introduce myself properly. my name is elena zora moroz , and you are ?
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ᅠᅠᅠthe man seemed to catch himself after a few meters . feet grinding against the ground till blood and gore spewed from toe and heel . still standing — as war torn digit straighten his mangled neck in head back forth . blood showering from face .
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ᅠᅠᅠnay lad . ye wan' a battle .ᐣ lay a scratch 'pon ma flesh . ya don' got 'nough blood 'tween yet enamel ta have me 'tack ya firs . o'on than lad . all ye got in 'at lil vessel 'o yers .
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Have it your way ; come to me if you truly believe yourself so above . I challenge you to a simple game.
A fight to the death — how about it .ᐣ
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ᅠᅠᅠye newborne lad — 'm 'bove ya . 'nothin wrong wit that likes of allat . 'm primordial ya hear .ᐣ ah principle of war 'n kingship laddy . far olda than tha likes of ye — 'ells if I wasn't 'live ya couldn' even be called a king o' gods .
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You speak as though you are above me; hold your tongue — dare not speak such blasphemy in my presence.
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ᅠᅠᅠwise choice ye have made . lil raven night lady . tis good to see ya still can spit acid n got blood stains on yer teeth . but 'member little bird . .
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⠀ ⠀ aye、thy gob ——-. clabber from ——-. hast though cast upon mine own name、ye have so. all lands beneath storm and sod know well the lass of fate、 lady badb of each raven’s path; of she、whose black wings shepherd kings unto clay.
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ᅠᅠᅠn 'll do ya the fava of lettin ya ansa this question lass . what be an omen — to tha prospect .ᐣ 'm war . yer merely tha birdy that calls before ma arrival . ye ol crow . 'member yer place befa'I correct ya m'self — god b'low .
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ᅠᅠᅠabash ye ar a fool of days gone by — no more wise than the squire lynched 'yond the rest o' time . ye dare speak to Néit o' War so rash 'n arrogant .ᐣ 'll have ya skinned by yer teeth til evree featha falls off that make b'lieve crown o yers .
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⠀ ⠀ another death dost thou crave? once again ——-. shalt thou meetest fate? aye、 thus shrill shall the ravens overhead、and rejoicing loud in mirth、the mountains unto shall I flee.