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โ€œYou have yet to answer my question. Why do this?โ€ Charos simply asks as he began to gently clean her wounds. Grabbing a bucket of water fromโ€ฆ somewhere. A slight pained expression from seeing them. โ€œHumanity is so cruel to itself.โ€
The Heretek uttered a grumble; a brief Binharic spew of disdain followed before Gothic would become her tongue again. Upon his knelt state, still taller than she would be standing, Meijor peered. For a moment, there was nothing but anticipating thought. [โ€ฆ]
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โ€œIs that what you believe this is? That I am akin to a belittling daemon who feasts on suffering? Please, I am understanding of faith. I see its merits. Just not its excesses.โ€ Surprisingly he hands her a towel. Crouching down to her. โ€œI am no stranger to self torture either.โ€
โ Explaining anything to you is a waste of vocal frequency. โž Her hand reached towards her back, fingertips staining with the blood that pooled. โ You will never understand when constantly likening the Machine God to broken Imperium dogma. Leave if you wish to insult me. โž
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โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ„™๐•™๐•ช๐•ค๐•š๐•”๐•’๐• ๐”ธ๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”
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๐“๐ก๐ž ๐•๐š๐ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ง๐ โ€œFor what other reason than to blend in? Everyone would stop and stare at a giant walking around. Nobody thinks twice about the ratty beggarโ€
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Charosโ€™s โ€œhumanโ€ form With his inability to use biomancy he resorts to a powerful illusion. A simple vagabond in ratty attire that one would find roaming the streets. ~6โ€™5โ€ in height Dark long mane of hair Dilapidated coat Bangs cover the eyes and blindfold
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โ€œDo you hurt yourself in hopes of gaining its attention, or are you punishing yourself for the path you have chosen I wonder?โ€ The vagabond stands in the back. Illusions make him seem like a simple man to most. Curious at thisโ€ฆ womanโ€™s fervent albeit misguided devotion.
Prostrated before a holy shrine dedicated to the Machine God, Meijor sat naked save for a lower cloth wrapping. Her back was self-flagellated raw, flesh torn as blood pooled & ran from the deep wounds. She shook, but inhaled in air through her teethโ€”โ€”angry, like a rabid animal.
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๊œฑสœแด€แด›แด›แด‡ส€แด‡ส€ แด๊œฐ แด›สœแด‡ ๊œฑแด›แด€ส€ ษขแดแด…๊œฑ, แด…แด‡๊œฐแด‡แด€แด›แด‡ส€ แด๊œฐ แด›สœแด‡ แดสŸแด… แดษดแด‡๊œฑ, ส™ส€ษชษดษขแด‡ส€ แด๊œฐ แดœษดษชแด›ส, แดแด€๊œฑแด›แด‡ส€ แด๊œฐ แด›สœแด‡ ๊œฐษชษดแด€สŸ แด›ส€ษชแด€ส€แด„สœ, แดกษชแด‡สŸแด…แด‡ส€ แด๊œฐ แด›สœแด‡ ๊œฑแด„แด‡แด˜แด›แด‡ส€ แด๊œฐ แด‡แด›แด‡ส€ษดแด€สŸ ษขสŸแดส€ส แด›สœแด‡ ๊œฑษชสŸแด‡ษดแด› แด‹ษชษดษข ส€แด‡แด›แดœส€ษด๊œฑ
โ€œThey came to us as gods and we, like fools, took them at their word. Mephet'ran the Deceiver, Aza'gorod the Nightbringer, Iash'uddra the Endless Swarm; I curse their names, and the names of all their malevolent brethren.โ€
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