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Post by Francis Howard on Jun 8, 2007 9:19:18 GMT
Francis strolled down the main road his hat keeping the blazing sun out of his eyes. He had traveled down this road many times within his life but never had he needed to kill someone. The Inquisition so fit that a group of pirates was to be slaughtered, their lives were worthless, they were officially branded as heretics.
Now the Inquisition sent one of their fabled warriors to start the cleansing of Septrem, Francis was to become their death bringer.
Up ahead noises could be heard someone was traveling the opposite direction, Francis' long Armour plating coat blew gently in the wind, this new kind of metal was very odd indeed, it blew with the wind but it could stop any kind of stabbing weapon, the Ulthans had surely revolutionized technology.
Francis' kept walking down the dust covered road, the sun beating on his back as the strangers up ahead got closer and closer.
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