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SMILE

Without warning, Cleric's light waxed, bleached the heights of stone. Shadows crawled from the great wolf snouts hanging above. The Nonman turned before the entrance, blasted by illumination. Several raised their hands against the glare. His voice seemed to boom into the surrounding darkness. "Kneel…" The Skin Eaters stared at him dumbstruck, watched as he slumped to his knees. For a heartbeat his eyes glared without focus, then he looked to the Men standing about him, his expression slowly tightening. Pained lines climbed his scalp. "Kneel!" he shrieked. Sarl cackled, though the smile that broke his barbed goatee seemed far from amused. "Cleric. Come now…" "This was the war that broke our back!" the Nonman thundered. "This…This! All the Last Born, sires and sons, gathered beneath the copper banners of Siol and her flint-hearted King. Silverteeth! Our Tyrant-Saviour…" He rolled his head back and laughed. Two lines of white marked the tears that scored his cheeks. "This is our…" The flash of fused teeth. "Our triumph." He shrunk, seemed to huddle into his cupped palms. Great silent sobs wracked him.

Dashboard

Stats

Kills5

Losses0

Efficiency100%

ISK Destroyed404.34m

ISK Lost0

ISK Efficiency100%

Solo Kills3

Solo Losses0

NPC Losses0

Blob Factor1.4