Here we go with another chapter, so soon! Well, hope you
enjoy it!
Disclaimer: The trolls in Great Britain at Games Workshop
own Warhammer 40,000; I don't. I don't own the Ranma
characters, either.
The Emperor's Hand
Chapter Ten: Invasion
The Solitaire stood there, weapons sheathed at his belt,
motioning to one of the other Harlequins present. The
colorful Eldar bounded up to him, and accepted the offer of
the weapons the Solitaire presented. Now unarmed, he
approached Ranma. "This room shall be cleared of all present.
Only the High Avatar, and the Farseer Ailunavaren, may remain
behind."
Ardallan leaned over and whispered to Ranma. "My friend,
beware. Not only does he retain his flip belt, which enables
him to spin in the air, he also retains his Dathedi, or holo-
suit. Do not let your eyes deceive you." Straightening, and
nodding at Ranma, he left the room. In the space of ten
heartbeats, the gathered dignitaries of Valdur-Avendel had
left, and the furniture arranged for them placed against the
wall, once more. Two more, and the Harlequins had left the
room, striding with a dignified grace through the door, to
the Craftworld beyond.
The ancient Farseer looked at the two Harlequins, then
at Ranma. "Anial Gorwydd, do you understand what is expected
of you here?"
The pigtailed martial artist nodded confidently. "O'
course. It's a challenge o' some kind. I fight him, an' if I
win, then I'm the one he's got the message for."
"And if you don't win," began the High Avatar, "you die.
Do not forget this."
"Yeah, yeah, the old 'Ranma, prepare to die!' nonsense.
Don't worry." He smiled broadly, and thrust out his chest.
"I'm the best!"
"You had better be, Mon-Keigh." The High Avatar turned
to the Farseer, and they retired to the rear wall of the
room. Ranma also realized that, coming from this one, the
phrase 'Mon-Keigh' did not carry its usual hateful overtones.
He shrugged, and turned his attention to his opponent.
There was no signal, only a moment when each simply knew
the other was ready. Leaping into the air, they lashed out
with fists and feet as they passed in mid-jump. Neither one
touched home, however, and they landed opposite, facing each
other once more.
"Not bad, boy. However, this is no easy test." With a
flick of his wrist, he suddenly shattered into a cloud of
thousands of shards of color, cycling and rotating where he
used to be.
"Oh, great," muttered Ranma. "That must be the holo-suit
Ardallan warned me about." Keeping his distance from the
amorphous rainbow cloud, he found himself bouncing from wall
to wall, as the cloud moved as fast as the Solitaire had. In
fact, as he moved faster, the cloud grew, and cycled much
faster.
Eventually, the human grew tired of playing the living
ping-pong ball, and gathered his confidence. "Kiai!" he
yelled, launching off a Moko Takabisha towards the center of
the cloud. The nearly invisible blast impacted against
something, sending it across the room as it crackled out of
existence, and back into the form of the Solitaire. "Hah!
Gotcha!"
Another flick of his wrist, and the Eldar warrior was
disgruntled to find he did not phase out again. "Very well.
But the test is not over until I am beaten, hidden weapons or
not!"
As the two clashed in the center of the room, the
Farseer leaned over to the High Avatar. "That was no hidden
weapon. Somehow, the boy is able to generate pure force, and
some heat, by the strength of his confidence, alone."
The Avatar's dramatic mask frowned slightly. "Could it
be the 'Chai' that the legends tell of? Or is he a psyker?"
"He is no psyker," said the Farseer, as he turned his
attention back to the battle.
So far, neither fighter could land a blow. Every move
was countered, and every technique was dodged. A rising
thrust kick was avoided by a drop into a crouch, and the
sweep in reply was deftly leapt over. A twin tiger punch was
met halfway with a dual inside to outside block, and the
follow-up monkey throw left the flying fighter on his feet,
half a room away.
"Not bad," sniffed Ranma, as he dropped his stance, and
stood, relaxed, yet confident.
"Please, Mon-Keigh. The fight is not yet won." Leaping
forward with one foot out, the Solitaire engaged once more.
Ranma responded by leaning only slightly to the side, and
lashing out with an open hand, grabbing the Solitaire's
ankle. Whipping around, he tossed his foe at the wall. As
fast as thought, the Eldar placed his feet between himself
and the wall, rebounding back to deliver a punishing blow
against the chin of the pigtailed martial artist, dropping
him to one knee.
The Eldar could not let Ranma recover from the blow, and
snapped back with a foot to the other side of the human's
face. The impact sent him across the room, to crash heavily
against the wall. Shaking his head, the young man
straightened, then dove to one side to avoid the follow-up
attack. As the fist of the Solitaire impacted against the
wall, Ranma thrust forward with a side kick to his opponent's
ribs, sending him skidding ten feet across the floor.
Less than half a second later, the slender Eldar raced
forward, leading with a fist, but dropping into a kick that
narrowly missed the young man's knee. A hammer fist dropped
down, but only struck the floor as the Solitaire flipped
backwards. A touch of his foot to the floor, and the
Solitaire began to spin in mid-air, feet rising and falling
in a veritable storm of kicks. Ranma was only able to fall
back, as his hovering foe drifted closer.
"So that's the way you want to play, huh?" Ranma hopped
back a bit, then lashed forward, his fist blurring into
Chestnut Fist speed. Every kick was blocked, but every punch
was countered, as the air crackled with the sound of hundreds
of small sonic booms. Pushing himself to the limit, Ranma
accelerated his fist, until one punch finally slipped
through.
The Solitaire, hovering and unable to plant himself, was
sent careening back into the far wall, narrowly missing the
awestruck Farseer and High Avatar. Cursing in his native
tongue, the Eldar dashed forwards once again, in an effort to
regain the initiative.
'Gotta put an end to this, quick,' thought the pigtailed
martial artist. Dropping into the defense, he began his
familiar spiral pattern. The strong passion of his opponent
would surely end in a spectacular Hiryuu Shoten Ha. As the
spiral wound to its inevitable conclusion, Ranma drifted his
thoughts into the state known as the Heart of Ice. In
seconds, the moment had arrived, and he threw the uppercut of
cold chi that would spark the tornado.
A tornado that never came. Blinking, he noticed the
Solitaire had stopped a step early, and wasn't close enough
for the interaction of their Chi. "I am no fool, boy. The
legend of that attack makes clear how to avoid it."
"Okay. Well, to heck with it. Kiai!" Another Moko
Takabisha blasted out, impacting with the taunting Eldar. It
was one of his strongest, and the Solitaire actually left a
crater in the wall. The multi-colored warrior dragged himself
to his feet, wobbling slightly, and then with more strength.
"Impressive. But I am not defeated yet." Gliding
forward, he slipped into a new stance and style, one Ranma
recognized. In fact, it looked almost exactly like the
variant of Wu-Shu practiced by the Chinese Amazons.
A quick flurry of strikes and parries sent a tattoo of
flesh on flesh echoing through the room. First one, then the
other, would land a blow, only to lose the advantage seconds
later. Eventually, one would make a mistake. This time, it
was Ranma.
It was perhaps a half inch too much follow-through, but
it was enough for the Solitaire. He tugged the Human's arm
around, exaggerating the overcompensation. Two quick knees
landed on Ranma's kidneys, and a powerful palm-heel strike
sent him across the floor. Before he could recover himself,
the Eldar was on him.
A snap kick to the crouching young man flipped him over,
and a knee drop pinned him to the ground by his neck. "How
unfortunate. It appears that you must die now."
Three images flashed before Ranma's eyes. First, Ryouga
and his constant threats - but his assistance when the chips
were down. Second, his mother, and all the lost chances to
actually tell her who he was. Finally, and most strongly, a
smiling face framed by short, black hair. "NOOO!"
The Solitaire gaped in shock, as he found himself flying
through the air once more. His flip belt automatically
activated, and he caught himself before he hit the wall. As
he glanced up, he saw a red and black juggernaut bearing down
on him, and barely had time to drop into a defensive stance
before the human was on top of him.
Blows that would have shattered cinderblock landed on
the Eldar, who managed to roll with them enough to save his
own life. The assault was almost inhuman, and he could not
break free long enough to catch his breath. With one final
punch, Ranma knocked him off his feet, skidding once more
across the floor. Breathing heavily, the martial artist
watched as his foe slowly pulled himself to his feet.
"It ends, now," said the Solitaire. Almost glowing with
anger, but with no actual battle aura, he slowly strode
forward. Ranma, unsure of what to expect, balanced himself on
the balls of his feet, legs slightly spread, and ready to
jump in any direction needed to avoid whatever came at him.
The Eldar came to within ten feet, and knelt.
"Huh?" asked Ranma.
Calming himself with visible effort, the Eldar looked up
at him. "I cannot fight much longer, and to do so would
likely kill me, something that must not happen yet. You have
beaten me, and proven yourself, Saotome Ranma."
"Waitaminute, how do ya know my name?" he demanded.
"That is part of the message. Listen close, Mon-
Keigh..."
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School that day had an almost electric feel to the air.
Something was going to happen, and it was going to happen
soon. The students had developed a sense for that sort of
thing after the past several months. In fact, so had most of
the teachers, who seemed a little jumpy. For example, in
first period alone, Miss Hinako drained seven students, not
counting the unfortunates who were caught in the backwash.
Lunch found Ukyou, Akane, Nabiki, Hiroshi, and Daisuke
sitting beneath a tree, eating lunch, and making nervous
chit-chat. Since Ranma's disappearance, Ukyou had finally
broken down, and began to dress as her proper gender at
school.
"So, umm, Ukyou, how is the Ucchan's doing lately?"
asked Daisuke.
"Okay." The young entrepreneur just brushed off the
boy's question, and hadn't stopped scanning the horizon since
she left the building.
Hiroshi and Daisuke glanced at each other, and back at
her. Hiroshi piped up. "So, how are you doing?"
"Okay," responded Ukyou in an offhand way.
The two young men glanced at each other, and smiled.
"So, Ukyou, wanna go out Saturday?" asked Daisuke.
"Okay," muttered Ukyou.
The other two girls stared at her. "Ukyou, do you know
what you've just done?" asked Akane.
"Hm? Um, no, what?"
"Five thousand yen," blurted Nabiki. After a quick elbow
jab from Akane, she grumbled, "Sorry, knee-jerk reaction."
Daisuke was all smiles. "You just agreed to go out with
me on Saturday!"
She bopped him on the head. "Yeah, right. Like I'd ever
do that."
"Um," began Akane, "you just did that."
"I did?" blinked Ukyou. Four nods confirmed one of her
worst fears. Slowly, she turned to face the grinning boy. "I
did?"
"Yup," chorused Hiroshi and Daisuke.
"Daisuke no baka!" she yelled, nailing him into the
ground with her giant spatula.
Since it was a pleasant day, most of the students were
spending their lunch outside. Some laughed at Ukyou's
treatment of Daisuke, others simply >tsked<, and walked away.
But, soon, the gentle murmuring of gossip and idle chatter
gave way to screams.
"Wha?" blurted Hiroshi, with uncommon intelligence.
Looking up, the small group saw bizarre creatures pouring out
of the doors to the school building, and dangling from its
windows. Some resembled huge, muscle-bound men, with red
skin, triple-jointed legs, long heads, and massive bull
horns, carrying red swords that screamed and chortled. Others
were little more than hideous, pink walking heads, with long
arms that ended in huge hands. And the last type resembled
sensuous women - if those women had only one breast, long
snakelike tongues, and had lobster-like claws on their
forearms in place of hands, wearing leather strips that did
very little to conceal anything.
"What the heck are those things?" asked Daisuke.
"I don't know," said Akane, "but I wish either Ranma or
Ryouga were here. Heck, I'd even settle for the China crew!"
"Hiroshi, Daisuke, Nabiki, stay behind Akane and me!
We'll protect you from them." Ukyou yanked her spatula out of
the ground next to the recumbent Daisuke, and took a battle
stance.
Daisuke, meanwhile, had staggered to his feet, staring
at the schoolyard, and the hideous things that were chasing
down the Furinkan population. Hiroshi sidled up next to his
friend, then his jaw dropped. "Dai-kun! Yuki and Sayuri were
in there!" Not even realizing what they were doing, the two
boys dashed past the okonomiyaki cook, and through the throng
of creatures into the building.
"You idiots! Get back here, you'll get yourself killed!
Baka, baka, baka, baka!" Ukyou turned to Akane. "Stay with
your sister. I'm gonna get those two hentai out of the
building if I have to throw them through the roof!" Clearing
her path with a few thrown spatulas, she dashed in after
them.
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The Nekohanten was just beginning to prepare for the
lunch rush, and Shampoo had returned from her latest
delivery. Mousse was washing dishes, and the Shaman was
making himself useful by clearing the table. Without warning,
the ancient young man dropped to the floor, holding his head.
Cologne saw this. Quickly taking a pot of ramen off its
burner, she pogo'ed over to him. "Shaman, what is wrong?"
The psyker was wobbly, and Mousse rushed over to help
him into a chair. "Khu Lon, it is the worst possible
development. Mankind has finally reached the point to where I
can no longer fully shield this world. In fact, creatures of
the Warp have already escaped into this world."
"Aiyah, where?" asked Shampoo.
"I... I'm not sure. All I know is that it is close.
Many, many lesser fiends have already entered this world, and
one of the greater fiends may, indeed, have crossed over as
well. It will take me only a few moments, but..." The Shaman
closed his eyes, and he was lined in a thousand myriad
colors. After a second, the colors faded. "Furinkan," he
whispered hoarsely, "they are at Furinkan!" Then, the strain
of his shields breaking catching up to him, he slumped over
the table, and passed out.
Cologne snapped her gaze to her two charges. "Mousse,
you and Shampoo go to Furinkan, and do what you can to stem
the tide. I will see to my old friend, then join you. Now,
go! And, whatever you do, you must not get wet!"
"Hai!" shouted the two teenagers as one. Turning, they
darted out of the restaurant.
Mousse immediately began to jump to the roof, but fell
face first into the pavement when Shampoo grabbed the bottom
of his robe. "Stupid duck boy and Shampoo get to Foo-rin-kan
faster if take Shampoo's bike!" Dropping him unceremoniously
into the basket on the front, she rang he bike's bell twice,
then raced off through the streets of Nerima.
***********************************************
Kuno Tatewaki was now convinced that Ranma had returned.
Why else would this horde of demons dare assault the sacred
halls of Furinkan High School? No matter, he thought, he
would defeat these creatures, and prove to Akane and the Pig-
tailed girl that...
A derisive laugh interrupted his reverie. Looking up, he
saw one of the red-skinned, sword wielding beasts. "So,
mortal, you would face a Bloodletter of Khorne, the Blood
God, with only a stick in your hands? Ha, your blood shall
flow, and feed my master's eternal thirst!"
"Foul spawn of a thrice-cursed master, never shall I
allow the filth of the blackest Hells to defile the purity of
these walls! I do decry you, and the bedamned master who has
brought you here!" shouted Kuno, dropping into his favorite
stance.
"Bwahaha, you are indeed pathetic, mortal," growled the
creature as it approached.
"I don't know," hissed a sibilant voice behind the
kendoist, "he has some spunk, you must admit." Glancing
behind him, he saw one of the parodies of fair maidenhood
that likewise swarmed these halls. "He also has lusts and
urges that feed Slaanesh, the Lord of Pleasure, quite well,
indeed!"
"Daemonette, you will leave me my kill, or it shall be
you I shall slay!" roared the bloodletter.
"Oh, I don't think you shall," purred the daemonette.
"Perhaps, instead, you will be destroyed, and I may have my
way with the poor, perverted mortal." She clacked her huge
claws together to emphasize her point.
Glancing back and forth at the two demons, Kuno felt his
bile rising. "I am Kuno Tatewaki, the Black Reaver of
Furinkan High! You shall not ignore me, and speak as though I
am not there!" He lashed out with his bokken, only to see it
deflected by the daemonette's claws.
"Leave us alone, boy," snarled the bloodletter,
"pleasure and pain are old enemies!"
"And, old friends," chortled the daemonette, as the two
otherworldly things dove at each other.
A familiar shape appeared at Kuno's side. "Sasuke," he
demanded, "my sword!"
The small ninja pointed to the bokken in his hand. "But,
master, it's already in your hand!"
"Nay, faithful Sasuke, 'tis the family sword I require!"
Kuno recovered enough of what little wits he had to draw
himself upright. "For, have I not charged you to have it at
the ready at all times?"
Sasuke, meanwhile, was busily sorting through
bokkenspace. After about thirty bokken, he finally withdrew
an incredibly beautiful blade. An Edo period katana, with the
five-leafed lotus that signified a sword of the highest
quality, it was a masterpiece of the smith's art. Wordlessly,
he handed it to his master.
Drawing it with the utmost respect, Kuno handed the
scabbard back to his servant. "Should I not survive the
upcoming battle, for the treachery of the Sorcerer, Saotome,
knows no bounds, then my blade is not to go to my sister.
Instead, present it to Tendou Akane, or the Pigtailed girl,
in remembrance of me." Taking a deep breath, he yelled a
powerful "KIAI!"
The two demons stopped in their personal fight, to see
the young mortal had replaced his stick with a sword. "Well,
it's about time you finally got yerself a decent weapon,
boy!" snorted the bloodletter.
The daemonette sniffed. "It is still a toy. There is no
magic within. It may hurt us, but it is no sharper than
anything else."
Those words were the last she had the time to say.
"Begone!" thundered Kuno, as a well placed stroke met the
fiend in the throat, and the keen, curved edge sliced neatly
through her neck. Her head plopped to the ground, and rolled
for a second, before it and she vanished into a cloud of
rapidly vanishing mist.
Pivoting his shoulder for a few practice swings with his
own murmuring sword, the Bloodletter smiled. "Alright boy.
Time to bleed!"
They clashed and fought, and Kuno slowly grew aware of
two things. First, he outmatched this thing in skill, and the
battle would not last much longer.
Second, there were no less than twenty more of the
things charging down the hallway at his unprotected back.
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"Hiroshi! Daisuke! Come on, I can't kill the two of you
if you get yourselves killed, first!" Ukyou yelled down the
hallway. She had seen at least three other students that had
been trapped within the school, and guided them to the exits.
Miss Hinako had likewise been helping, though she appeared to
be acting strangely. For one, she was in little kid form, and
made no motion to drain the fiends, only dodge them, and
distract them so the students could get away.
A flash of black school uniforms caught her attention.
Darting in to an otherwise abandoned classroom, she saw
something that chilled her to the bone. There, in fact, were
Hiroshi, Daisuke, Sayuri, and Yuka, cornered by four of the
red skinned things. Before she could even make a move, the
things shimmered, and entered the four school-kids' mouths. A
moment later, and they ripped through their clothes, turned
red, and sprouted horns, fully transforming into the hideous
bloodletters.
The one who had once been Daisuke saw her in the
doorway. "Well, Uc-/CHAN/, care for a date now?" He laughed,
exposing a row of razor-sharp teeth, and a long, forked
tongue, as a bilious drool dripped off onto the floor. "And
don't even think about fighting us. If you hurt us, you hurt
your friends!
As they advanced, Ukyou found herself doing the one
thing she never expected. Pulling a page from the Saotome
school of Anything Goes Martial Arts, she ran away, to try
and figure out how to help her friends.
***********************************************
Things were far more quiet for Ranma. Resting after his
intense fight with the Solitaire, he found himself in
conversation with the High Avatar. "I don't get it. He told
me he had a message for me, but he won't tell me what it is!
I passed his stupid test an' everythin'!"
The High Avatar laughed. "Don't worry. I think I know
why he won't tell you. Have the dances been explained to
you?"
"Umm, kinda." Ranma shrugged. "They told me ya do these
dances to tell the history o' the Eldar, right?"
"Quite," said the Avatar. "One of these dances is simply
known as the Great Dance, and it is rarely performed. Of all
our dances, it is the only one that requires a Solitaire, and
only under rare circumstances will a Solitaire travel with a
Troupe for more than a handspan of days.
"There is a version of the Great Dance, however, which
has only been danced once before, over thirty thousand years
ago. It is the highest form of that dance. And it is one that
directly concerns you."
"Me?" asked the pigtailed Martial Artist.
"Yes, you. It is said that a Human once joined the Great
Dance, in the role of the one who, in fact, taught the
Laughing God the fighting style that he would, himself, teach
to his harlequins." Looking at Ranma directly, he added, "And
you are the only Mon-Keigh I know of, or ever knew of, that
could perform that role. Only you have the speed, the
strength, and the skill."
"I'm supposed ta dance? Jeez, I ain't a dancer!" Ranma
scratched the back of his head. "What happens if I don't do
it?"
Sighing, the High Avatar spread his hands. "Nothing at
all. However, you will not only be depriving the citizens of
this Craftworld of their only chance to see the ultimate form
of the Great Dance, you will also be depriving yourself of a
significant part of the message the Solitaire has for you."
"Oh. Um, couldja at least show me what I'm supposed ta
do? An' I ain't gonna hafta wear a tutu, am I?"
"Of course you won't. As for what you are supposed to
do, follow me..."
***********************************************
Shampoo broke several land speed records in her efforts to
get to Furinkan High as soon as possible, including 'Fastest
Effort By A Bicycle With An Extra Passenger Along a Fence
Top', and several even more obscure. Soon, the gates of the
school were in sight. "Hold on, Mousse, We going in. HIYAA!"
Had they known what to expect, their reactions would not
have changed. As soon as the bike burst through the stone
walls surrounding the schoolyard, they leapt off the mangled
vehicle, diving into the nearest fray. To one side, they saw
several students chased by hermaphroditic lobster demons,
while red-skinned monstrosities toyed with a group of
frightened girls. Near the center of the schoolyard, Akane
was beset by a small horde of pink-skinned, walking heads, as
they attempted to surround her, and her sister Nabiki.
"Shampoo, I'm going after those red things. You take on
the female ones. Whoever's done first helps out Akane,"
called Mousse.
"Yes! Then we all go inside!" She leapt into the middle
of the female caricatures, swinging back and forth with her
twin bonbori, caving in skulls and shattering ribcages. As
often as not, her victims faded into mist, and vanished. But
they were not defenseless, themselves. One particularly lucky
daemonette lashed out with a wicked pincer, and ripped away a
small chunk of flesh from her thigh, causing her to stumble.
Cursing in Chinese, she dove at the thing, and continued her
assault.
Akane had problems of her own. The pink things didn't so
much seem intent on fighting her, as they did on gaining the
attention of Nabiki. "Come," they chortled in eerie unison,
"join us. The power is there for you, the control, whatever
you want!"
"Shut up!" screamed Akane, punching one pink thing hard
enough to send it back twenty feet. When it stopped, it did
not turn to mist, but sprang back up as two smaller, blue-
skinned creatures, no longer laughing with glee, but snarling
in anger. Bounding over their brethren, they immediately
attached themselves to her, trying to slow her down.
"Akane!" yelled her sister. "Think about Kuno's
challenge!"
"That's right! These aren't demons - they're BOYS! And
I - >blam< - Hate - >crash< -BOYS!" With a mighty heave, she
bowled over the milling demons, sending them flying back. The
two blue things faded back to wherever they came from, but
the rest sprang up, their numbers doubled, and their skin
blue.
"Mortal!" they screamed in unison. "You cannot resist
the power of Chaos!" Bounding forward on their over-long
hands, they buried her in a living blue pile.
On the other side of the schoolyard, several chains
lashed out of Mousse's sleeves, missing the demons, but
entangling the students. A jerk and a small leap, and the
students found themselves on the roof, safely away from their
red-skinned tormenters. The Chinese boy, however, snapped out
his wrist claws, and dove in the middle of the fiends. Claw
strikes raked out, wounding but not killing the things, while
he quickly found himself on the defensive, striving to avoid
the shrieking swords the things carried. Horribly
outnumbered, he realized that he may not be able to defeat
them all. One swung a mighty overhand blow, and missed,
digging deep into the ground. He felt, more than saw, the
blade drink deep of the life of the grass there, and suddenly
ducked to avoid another's blow that would have removed his
head.
Behind them, the walls of the school began to bleed.
***********************************************
Deep in the bowels of Furinkan High, there is a very
special room. Here, a bust of Principal Kuno rests before a
tatami, for the most obstinate of students to kneel before.
It is a repository of resentment and hate, mostly aimed at
the psychotic principal. Now, one taloned hand caressed the
icon, its bony extremities swathed in electric blue skin.
"Yesss," hissed the shadowed creature behind it. "Thisss
place isss ripe with hate, and with lussst, and with change.
Thisss isss the perfect place.
"Above me, the lesser demonsss do dance and revel in
Chaosss. Sssoulsss have been claimed to bring before me, that
I shall sssacrifice before my Lord.
"Beware, Earth, for Chaosss comesss!"
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Captain of the Guard of the Barony of the Far Woods
Empire of the Iron Mountains
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