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0.0 hrs last two weeks / 61.0 hrs on record (29.4 hrs at review time)
Posted: 22 Aug, 2022 @ 10:33am
Updated: 22 Aug, 2022 @ 5:45pm

This power has chosen a new bearer. One, that is now far more powerful than the One Who Waits. Nothing but a hollow husk, chained for an entire millenia, their mind and might has decayed like flesh in the woods of the old faith. Trapped by bishops that fell like pawns to my blade... Pathetic.

Their flocks gathering around me like the weak, mindless critters they are. But with their blind devotion, I nourished this power. With a single glance I break their will. They eat out of my hands as if they were blessed goblets. And gift their life to me when it is my wish.
In just a few weeks I have conquered these woods, have slayn hundreds of heretics, build a commune that towers above the ones that came before it. I do not need the gift of immortality anymore for I have forged it myself.

The One Who Waits believes me their sacrifical lamb, reaping the rewards for what I have sown. But I will make sure the prophecies will be fullfilled and a faith more cruel than a thousand years of imprisonment smites their feeble being.

The red crown cannot sit upon two brows.
And it. Belongs.
To me.
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