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Brigodrenx, the travelling skald, inscribes a ballad upon the runestone. "O' the Lord of Reinmar, gracious with his bounty, the most merciful by far, to whom bleed his county, lowborns enact foul deeds, sending their tribe to splinters, enemies sowing bad seeds, not to survive coming winters, prospering upon Rivian plain, for union they yearn, the tribe of Reinmar remain, awaiting kins return."

The Mineplenty clan, almost entirely absorbed by GREEDMANE, could only watch on in horror as their remaining family on the mortal plane was shot down, simply performing his duty as a devout follower of Grimdugan. Somewhere across the cosmos, a faint chanting could be heard, accompanied by the clanging of pickaxes. "Aruuuuuu! Aruuuuu!"

"O' hail Iblees, who has chosen our dark lord as her vessel upon this here accursed earth!" Deadward offered a patriotic salute, "We will prevail!"

Hero’s End “Gaze into fate, hero.” A deck of tarot cards flew outward from the Pharaoh’s cloak, presenting an image. Before the Hero a singular card held itself firm, displaying the moving image of a hooded sorcerer seated atop his throne of teeth - He who cackled maniacally before ruined lands bathed in flame and blood. “An evil sorcerer - one of many, though this one seeks to raise an army of evil. . . One that threatens to swallow the very world itself. The end draws near. . . I require a charitable soul, one who is willing to defeat this sorcerer. Once you complete this task, your heroism, your adventures, it may all come to an end. . .” The Pharaoh intoned, “Are you prepared to face that?” “The elders once spoke of such an event, though I never imagined it would happen in my time. . .” Bodbmakos took a moment to contemplate, clenching his fist tight as he gazed at the face of the card, slight apprehension upon his own. “I have long known nothing lasts forever, it is better to fall with righteous glory than to wither away.” “. . .So you understand.” Adorned in fresh pelts and the arms of Du Loc, Bodbmakos ventured off to the lands of Yolg to defeat whatever ancient evil that had stirred, destined to meet his fate. So ends the story of the Hero of Du Loc, who stepped through the great filter and into the annals of legend. But the tales of heroes will never come to a close, for the struggle between Charity and Greed is a war without end. “From lands of snow, had arrived upon a glacier, fear he did not show, for he’d meet his maker, champion of Charity, giving to those in need, one of great barbarity, never gave in to Greed, he who saved Brae, and slain the Minotaur, kept the fiends at bay, like the heroes of yore, how he earned his fame, most would be rotten, for this we sing his name, never to be forgotten, had bested every foe, truly a master over nature, from lands of snow, had arrived upon a glacier” Bodbmakos hal’Cingedoz Fury of the Minotaur Champion of Charity Hero of Du Loc 1850 - 1909

"Now they're selling titles in exchange for money? Their land must truly be Godless."

Monk-E simply replies by posting a document that contained the signature of the Archduchess, one which made heretical demands of the Vicar of God and the Church.

Father Harold 'the Golden' begins by pacing back and forth, arms held behind is back as he prepared to grill the automaton, whom possessed photographic memory, over the events that occurred. "MONK-E, who was present amongst their rally that day?" "[ARCHIVE] TWO Ferrymen - Known terrorists within REGION - Crownlands" "MONK-E, enhance, who were these terrorists?" "[ARCHIVE] UNIDENTIFIED HUMANOIDS ; ONE MAN ; ONE MOUSE-MAN" "MONK-E, pull up the autopsy of the Bishop who was assassinated." "[ACKNOWLEDGED] ONE unusually small crossbow bolt to the head" "Curious. MONK-E, enhance, were there any other musin accompanying the Haensetians?" "[NEGATIVE] This unit detected ELVES ; HUMANs ; ONE MOUSE-MAN" "MONK-E, it appears we found our killer." Father Harold 'the Golden' turned away from the automaton, a sly smirk slowly spreading across his face.

"Azdromoth's a big ol' lame lizard who has turned from our dark voluptuous queen's path of ruin! No way, no how these little lizards even hold a candle to our glorious bone lord, we're gonna make sure they're good as dead this time." The lowest of Skeletal minions, Deadward, proclaims amongst the new brethren of Iblees.

A low level minion begins to rant about Xionism, "All they did was sit in a dank crypt and talk about how they wanted to take over the world, so lame! Never did nothin' worth something! Didn't even worship a Dark Elf woman with dark skin and hourglass figure, who rules over all of the Nether! Why would a skeleton want romance when Iblees will embrace them bone and all!?"

"Iblees and her bountiful bosom bless Mankind and our unholy Emperor!" Deadward cries!

Deadward, ever loyal to the Grave Lord Gashadokuro and Iblees, threw up a salute. "Hail iblees."

"[WARNING] Alliteration to word DRAGON detected ; beware of all references ; likelihood of AZDRAZI involvement NINTEY PERCENT : [QUOTE] 'So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not be idle, nor forget your duties in favor of sloth.' - The SCROLL OF VIRTUE 4:8" A golden monk advises.

"Mi gruk lat betrayed da Ragukz by tryin' tu zell da raguk port tu da ztoutz, lat nub Raguk." A true son of Nagg utters.

"[ERROR] Opinion remains unmodified by DARKSPAWN missive ; INIQUITY is to be dismantled in REGION - Crownlands : [QUOTE] 'The Lord is the Lord GOD without peer, but you seek power alike to his, and even power equal. This is a selfish and impossible sin, for there is no power alike to GOD.' - THE SCROLL OF SPIRIT 7:8-9" A golden monk announces.

Songs of Bodbmakos All stood silent upon the Monte de Owyn, the small shack adorned with bold letters, spelling out H E R O, laid abandoned. The familiar presence who watched over Du Loc’s fair walls was gone, the many treasures within absent. All that remained was a lengthy note upon the door. A Hero’s treasure trove, Grown fat with time, Given by GOD above, Hidden within Slaeme, Greed the greatest sin of all, Grips the heart of descendants, Hear this late champion’s call, Locate the Hero’s pendants, To those heroes left behind, Fear not the task ahead, Steel your heart and mind, For a grave path we tread. OOC PREFACE: #1 The Bronze Eagle - Found by RealSamler inside of the Sky Mountain nest! #2 Hero's Fishing Rod - Found by gamerdude09 inside the mouth of a shark! #3 #4 Lump of Bodbmakos' Brain - Found by x_amongus_x on Bodbmakos' Isle, Daeland! #5 Hornless Minotaur Head - Found by gamerdude09 between the firelands and the tomblands, inside a lava pit. #6 Blessed Spoked Wheeled Chariot - Found by MykeiBoy inside the colosseum within the ruins of San Luciano #7 #8 #9

"Lat would nub get it, dumbzkah."

A large burly orc speaks in a derogative tone, "Mi gunna proov mi nub violent agh evil agh dezerve tu bi en da Ork landz by goin dere and kauzin problems, me hab bub twiggy brain."

you're clearly not a theologian #blocked

The creator is all and nothing, not a singular entity. He is the void and Iblees, but also the creator and the seven skies.

"A great misfortune for one's parents to spell their name wrong, especially a reigning monarch. Regardless long live the king."

mystics learn to take a bath

tfw ST can't imagine the process of transforming your body in to a monster with hard scales making you lose soft tissue without conjuring a literal image of the appendage falling off Another L for loreheads

I notice one particular change in this rewrite, care to comment on the reasons why. . . ?

"The debased and soulless masses may not come to the thought of offering mercy to your enemies, it is not in their nature, nor is it to develop a great legend for all to regale. 'Killing is the greatest act of Greed,' quote the BRIGHTLORD."