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Scales were the first to respond to the growing threats of global warfare, sending a call to arms to all Terrene cities. The Dwarven men of Red Rock and several mercenary companies have joined with Scales to fight for the survival of their kind.
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Eclipse. Servants of the Undead Army. After centuries of hiding, these supernatural creatures of the night have emerged to take control. As the body count rises across the war-torn world, so does the size of their power and armies.
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Strife believes that the destruction and fire they bring to this world will please the Dragon Lords they worship and be gifted with wealth, land, and immense power. Their folly must come to an end.
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Look at how the darkness betrays you. It weakens you. You have strayed from God's plan and his children have deserted you. You are alone and now you will die and your soul will fester in the cold, in the dark, in a godless void of space.
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So, the mighty commander of the Atlas is a fool after all, the fool in the dark, chasing fantasies, even ready to die for them. I am happy, brother, to deliver your poisoned soul into the darkness at last. Now you feel the power of the light. Now you see that there is no way.
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Embrace God's children. Become one with God's light. It's not too late, Commander. Let God's children guide you to salvation. Let the children in. Stop the violence. Open your eyes. Come to us now and know what it is to be forgiven.
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I will build my church in the light, and all the demons of hell shall not prevail against it. Armageddon is upon us.
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No, no, no! This won't do at all! Find me a sepulcher worthy of my magnificence and fill it with riches!
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Are we there yet? It's all overgrown and muddy. It's absolutely freezing in here. I changed my mind. Let's keep going.
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I was told there would be a bright light. Where's my bright light?
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Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Do you, Larry, Larry Laffer, take this woman? Blah, blah, sickness and hell, forsaken and the rest. Do you, Fawn Forschwanger, take this man to be, to be your blah, blah, blah, honor and comfort and bail? Then by the power invested in me, Jimmy Ted, hereby declares you done and done. Congratulations, pleasure doing business with you. I'm headed down to the wine cellar, it's inventory time again.
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My girl upstairs isn't my best representative, you know. She may be a little bit past her prime. She may be a little too strung out, a little too spotty. She may be a little contagious. She may have scabies and rabies and crabs. She's got a history of saying yes to every mouth-breathing, lice-infested man, woman, and animal she's ever set her eyes on. But even she's got standards!
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You need to show me your membership pass to enter. Management accepts applications for membership weekdays from 9 to 5. Please come back then, now leave. Thank you. Enjoy your evening, sir or madam. Right this way. Don't touch me! You trying to annoy me? Alright, now it's working. That's enough. I said that's enough! Put that thing away before I kick it into your throat. The management humbly bequests that you not perform any excretorial functions in front of the building. Whoa, that's nice. But cut it out.
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Oh, how I miss my airship. I miss the feel of the winds and the clouds. Ah, it's a good life, smuggling. I can't recommend it enough. Have you ever crossed the Aether Sea? If you haven't, I insist you join me and my crew for a voyage. Of course you have to pull your weight when we raid Vashrani trade ships, but it's all good sport. Who knows, you might even find you have a taste for it. Thanks for watching!
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I am not to be taken lightly. I can gracefully jump from a building and land on an animal's back. But to my dismay, the beast almost never survives my weight. I do enjoy a challenge. My sword and myself are but one!
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It was a long time ago. I couldn't tell you the year or even then. I sure as Hades can't tell you now. I was chasing a whaler. She went by the name of the Grey Lady, but there's nothing ladylike about whaling.
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Haha, look at this mates! The Bat and his funny-dressed friends are gonna stop us from our fun!
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Hello, my friend. I hope you don't have any bright ideas about pulling the trigger on that thing. Not if you want your associate's head to remain attached to his neck. By the way, my sources tell me it was Polar Bear that killed Bullseye Lewis.
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Alto Alto Valley, keep on coming, oh yes!
