Loken
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Uh... will it devour with a basin? A basin for washing clothes?
But don't the Dark Adepts wash their pants? No, they don't. They only wear old, filthy robes, torn boots with rusty buckles, and no underwear.
Besides, most of the cultists are mutated genetic freaks, or decaying, larvae-filled corpses.
And they all spend their free time reading the Devil's Books or performing sacrifices, comforting themselves with the thought of taking revenge on the whole world for the moral trauma they suffered in childhood. For example, when school bullies dunked their heads in the toilet.
The saddest thing is that all their attempts are futile.
Because in the end, one single hero (a peasant who took a hoe, whose parents were killed in childhood) will come and, with a couple of swings of a sword slightly corroded, will destroy the Hellish Stronghold. After listening to the treacherous plan of the Dark Adepts and delivering a pompous speech. I know, I learned it.
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Oh, sorry. You're also an adept of the Necropolis.
Well, never mind. Consider me a barefoot wandering prophet who predicted the fate.
But don't the Dark Adepts wash their pants? No, they don't. They only wear old, filthy robes, torn boots with rusty buckles, and no underwear.
Besides, most of the cultists are mutated genetic freaks, or decaying, larvae-filled corpses.
And they all spend their free time reading the Devil's Books or performing sacrifices, comforting themselves with the thought of taking revenge on the whole world for the moral trauma they suffered in childhood. For example, when school bullies dunked their heads in the toilet.
The saddest thing is that all their attempts are futile.
Because in the end, one single hero (a peasant who took a hoe, whose parents were killed in childhood) will come and, with a couple of swings of a sword slightly corroded, will destroy the Hellish Stronghold. After listening to the treacherous plan of the Dark Adepts and delivering a pompous speech. I know, I learned it.
...
Oh, sorry. You're also an adept of the Necropolis.
Well, never mind. Consider me a barefoot wandering prophet who predicted the fate.
Первый, кто был забанен за Правду.