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And so, Achronos lifted the banhammer high above his head, exclaming "You shall not sully these forums again!" And with one, deft blow, he brought the banhammer down upon the offender, and slew him.
Bah, what's the point? You're only goingt to troll, flame or E-raip me.
"You fools! The humans shall rise above all of you! Can you not see? You, the San'shyum, blinding us with your lies! Your herecy! you have no knowledge, you copy what you see! You, the Sanghelli, my own kind! Too arrogant to question the word of these- these traitors, your own misguided ideas of honour destroying what we have left! And you... the Jiralhanae. You stand by, waiting... Just waiting for the moment to snatch power from those above you... A time will come, when all of you will pay for your arrogance. A schism, carved in blood, through our great covenant. You will all pay for your herecy. You will all beg for forgiveness at the feet of the humans, at the feet of these filthy forerunners!"
A sharp, fleshy "Flunk" echoed through the room, and the heretic fell silent. His head was now adorned with a purple spike, which quickly exploded, exposing more brain matter.
'Thel had no remorse for what he had done. Yet it felt such a waste. A once glorious, honourable shipmaster now lay dead on the ground, killed by his herecy. He wondered, for a split second, how much of this was true, but then muffled his thoughts. They had no place in the mind of a future fleet master.
"Shipmaster Vadamee, it is clear to us that you carry more faith in our glorious covenant than your predeccesor..." The Prophet of Truth stated, his voice rising high into the marble arches of high charity's meeting hall. His ornate headpiece wobbled slightly as he spoke, the glistening jewels forcing 'Thel to squint at the heirarch.
"You may now take seat as our right hand, reaching through the stars and crushing the vermin. The fifth blessed fleet, that of Particular Justice, is yours to command. Go forth and serve us well in this new age, Sanghelli." The Prophet of Regret continued, floating slightly lower than truth to symbolise a lower standing.
The Prophet of Mercy said nothing; his thin, bony fingers were crossed before his whispy, hair covered chin, and he was leaning forward, thinking, surveying Thel as if he were some pet needing inspection. Thel felt himself burning inside. What right did this runt have eyeing him with such... Contempt? It would be so easy to walk up there now, and snap each Prophet's scrawny neck. He felt his muscles clench in the direction of Mercy, felt blood lusts he hadn't felt since childhood. No. He couldn't let this heretic's words twist him. He was a hand of the prophets, and would stay as such.
"May honour guide you on the path, brother." R'tas Vadum announced. He had always been a good friend, and an even better mentor. He had joined congregation late, apparantly hiding on a balcony to make sure the heretic did not escape.
"Now, Commander. Another hive of Vermin has been found. The Kig-Yar, in a treacherous case of herecy, are bartering with this new found colony. Go forth and crush this world in a single blow, like so many others before them." Mercy finally spoke, the cold, harsh words hanging in the air like icicles.
'Thel snapped straight, bowed, and turned. He walked toward the exit, the honour of his new post carrying him higher than the other Sanghelli who had observed the exchange. The white armoured Sanghelios who guarded the entrance stiffened at his passing, and both fliched as he stopped in the beautifully carved archway and looked over his shoulder.
"Were it so easy..." He whispered. No matter how much he tried to forget it, the Heretic's words stuck with him. Playing over and over through his mind. Was this it? Was this the beggining of the end? Was this... Herecy?
[Edited on 10.20.2010 12:32 PM PDT]