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Mon 30 Aug 2010, 1:23 pm by Pickin
We've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call us murderers. You have a right to kill us. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge us. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror... Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies! I remember the time before the witch elves rode by our side...they roamed the lands feasting on blood and the fear of those who foolishly dared to confront the inevitable darkness that was descending upon them!... seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate some witch elve brethren of furtim. We left the camp after we had inoculated the brethren and this goblin scout came running after us and it was yelping. We couldn't see. We went back there, and the warrior elves had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of arms. And we remember... I... I... I sank to my knees. We didn't know what we wanted to do! And we want to remember it. We never want to forget it... we never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a pure elven arrow...right through the head. And I thought, my Lord... the genius of that! The genius! The will to do that! Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we, because they could stand that these were not monsters, these were witch elves...cadres. These eleves who fought with their hearts, who had brethren, who were filled with love and hate... but they had the strength... the strength... to do that. If we had ten warbands of those elves, our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have warriors who are amoral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment! Because it's judgment that defeats us. And from that moment the Heart of Darkness banner was planted deep into the blood soaked lands!


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