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6/14/2016 10:35:53 PM
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As he descended carefully down the hallways, he spotted a dreaded sign.
The sigil of Tzeentch.
It seems that cultists of the twisted change god were about. Either he could try and avoid them, or dispense holy retribution.
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"Guess I owe you now... If you ever need help, I don't care with what... Unless it's something that would harm the Imperium, you can trust on me."
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[i]"My brethren and I have no quarrel with the Imperium."[/i]
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/15/2016 2:14:31 PM"Yeah, but, y'know, just in case some stuff happens between the Jade Dragons and the Imperium."
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[i]"I understand."[/i]
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The man nods, falling silent once again.
