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[!] Missives would be tacked onto every noticeboard of every nation and city. Several copies laid underneath each. The author seemed to take great care in seeing this spread.

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One sees with eye’s unfettered to the horror’s of a world drenched in its unmaking.

Seek Redemption and one will be given it.

Lax and free, dancing in the name of the Goat,

Made fulfilled by His guiding flame.

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Years in the past when one was younger. I came upon a paper, it spoke of a culture. One of redemption, pride, second-chances, worship and freedom. The words and guidance of Him, supreme truth. The words and way of Velkuzat.

 

While I am still a student, fledgeling and still new, I have experienced firsthand the rewards of His way. He has seen my plights, my toils and troubles, my obsessions and hobbies. He has seen them all and through my hard work has rewarded my servitude and piousness. 

 

What does God give you for your pious, and leal service? The possibility of being allowed into the Skies? When everything matters when you’re alive. What are you rewarded in life except for more troubles? War, murder, banditry and suffering.

 

You toil and for what? Something you’re not guaranteed unless you’re one of Horen’s? What is the fairness in that? But He is different, He rewards you for your continued efforts in His cause. You will toil and suffer in His name and He will repay you in kind.

 

Consider Him and His word. Redeem yourself in His gaze. Give to Him your worship and be rewarded. For He is the only divine in the world that does.

 

 


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A fiend decides to pocket this one. Hooves carrying it off. 

 

"And they say he's a goat."

 

Scratching at curled horns. The Inferis returns to its prowl of dice games for souls. 

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