Just a bit of story I had running through my mind today. --- --- --- --- That is what amuses me about warriors such as yourself brother, Zâgku almost purred. You get all righteous about us warlocks stealing souls and damning people to the nether... and yet I see an irony in your vendetta. Oh? Mokgâr replied, raising an eyebrow questioningly. The irony... brother... is this. I know where I send the souls I damn. Yet what about you? Do you know what happens to the souls of the soldiers youve killed? Do you know if any of them still wander this realm, screaming for relief? Zâgkus eyes burned with wry amusement. Mokgârs brow creased with concern at his brothers words as the warlock pressed his point. What of those you left widowed or orphaned? Those that hunger for revenge against you? What if theyve died, and their hunger for revenge keeps them tethered to this realm until they exact their justice upon you? Zâgku pointed out, grinning now as he spoke. I, the warrior began, then paused, his voice little more than a whisper dont know. he confessed. Zâgku chuckled Better to send people to the fires of damnation with full knowledge of where they are going... then to damn them without even realising it.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 08:17:59 +0000
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