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The Weapon Of A Twisted Mind.

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Another cold night settles upon the land of Aethera, the lingering moon hanging above embracing the sleeping city of Petrus picks out the figure of a shadowy presence standing upon the roof of one of the buildings. Mordeqai gazes down upon the silent city below him, knowing full well that the silence is only the calm before the storm. A small wind blows past him, his long black robes flowing behind him as he speaks. "Fear.."

 

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"The oldest and strongest emotion of the mortal races is fear. Fear is like a cancer, it spreads through the minds of the weak and misguided, destroying logical thought, courage and determination.."

 


"Fear is something i am not burdened by.."

 


"For it is a tool i use, an instrument capable of bringing down the most powerful foes. It is something that should be embraced."

 


"In the right hands fear is capable of crippling armies.."

 


"Bringing Kings and Queens to their knees.."

 


"Crippling Societies.."

 


"Ending Nations.."

 


"Fear isn't something physical, you can not fight it.. This is why it is so effective.."

 


"These past few weeks i have demonstrated just how effective such a tool is in the hands of a determined and motivated individual. I have struck at the heart of a society, and i have watched as the seeds of my labour spread through the populous infecting their hearts and minds."

 


"Unlike an army, a blunt instrument that can be fought against, seen and understood. Fear is a tool of precision that cannot resisted."

 


"Soon the seeds of my labour will come to fruition and Aethera will experience true fear once more.."

 

 

Mordeqai breaks his gaze, turning and vanishing into the night. Once further events unfold themselves and come into play, the peaceful city of Petrus will be the first victim of this twisted mind.

 

 

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Tahrnax the Muyakelg devours the scorched body of Mordeqai after the Dom warband picks it clean of valuables, filling a small cave with the scent of roasted meat, somewhat near the aroma of pork.

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