Drusilla: And indeed, faith of a “savage” stripe is one way to get us dancin' to the same tune. Others might be compelled through faith in logic or law. Intangible, invisible...yet cause enough for killin' and conquerin' if it suits the queen.
“The invaders have sullied our birthright for eight centuries─no longer! We march for Locus Amoenus!” With a few righteous words, His Radiance Solus zos Galvus whipped the hive into a frenzy. Once that fire is burnin', the passion of the masses can't soon be quelled. What was once a wish for home became a holy mission to spread enlightenment. Enlightenment which would not suffer such beliefs as the beastmen held. Countless scores rendered up their lives on the altar of empire, until an entire continent was united under a single magitek fist.
For those who still dreamed the dream of unity, a deed worthy of song. Yet some awoke to see it for the tyranny it was. My grandfather Rullus included. The talents of the reapers are passed down through bloodlines. Rullus was the best of us─the most accomplished and feared in the order's long history. The duty of the reapers─our role in the hive, if you will─was to deliver our countrymen from corrupt and power-hungry tyrants. When Garlemald found religion in conquest, its appetite grew to be insatiable.
My grandfather pondered this conundrum for many sleepless nights, and came to a decision: he would relieve Solus zos Galvus of his life. Twenty years ago, he slipped into the deepest chambers of the imperial palace, silent as a shadow, until he could hear the Emperor's beatin' heart...
Yet when Rullus returned to me, Solus was alive and well. My grandfather, on the other hand, had a skittishness to his step, and his black hair had turned a pale white. He said naught of his encounter with the Emperor, save that the most powerful man in Garlemald was no man at all.
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Drusilla: And indeed, faith of a “savage” stripe is one way to get us dancin' to the same tune. Others might be compelled through faith in logic or law. Intangible, invisible...yet cause enough for killin' and conquerin' if it suits the queen.
“The invaders have sullied our birthright for eight centuries─no longer! We march for Locus Amoenus!” With a few righteous words, His Radiance Solus zos Galvus whipped the hive into a frenzy. Once that fire is burnin', the passion of the masses can't soon be quelled. What was once a wish for home became a holy mission to spread enlightenment. Enlightenment which would not suffer such beliefs as the beastmen held. Countless scores rendered up their lives on the altar of empire, until an entire continent was united under a single magitek fist.
For those who still dreamed the dream of unity, a deed worthy of song. Yet some awoke to see it for the tyranny it was. My grandfather Rullus included. The talents of the reapers are passed down through bloodlines. Rullus was the best of us─the most accomplished and feared in the order's long history. The duty of the reapers─our role in the hive, if you will─was to deliver our countrymen from corrupt and power-hungry tyrants. When Garlemald found religion in conquest, its appetite grew to be insatiable.
My grandfather pondered this conundrum for many sleepless nights, and came to a decision: he would relieve Solus zos Galvus of his life. Twenty years ago, he slipped into the deepest chambers of the imperial palace, silent as a shadow, until he could hear the Emperor's beatin' heart...
Yet when Rullus returned to me, Solus was alive and well. My grandfather, on the other hand, had a skittishness to his step, and his black hair had turned a pale white. He said naught of his encounter with the Emperor, save that the most powerful man in Garlemald was no man at all.