>>5979203"The Kislevites stand on hills that lie on a path between us and nothing of any value or promise. We will march past them; DARE those wretches to venture down from the feeble safety of their barren rise. It is their choice now if they wish to keep their worthless hills and lives, or to follow our hooves with by stepping upon the open plain to be rendered into sacrifices unto the four."
His hand stings, he can still feel the press of the Ruby; a throb that seems to grow as he allows his attention to linger upon matters of the present rather then the machinations of a future yet to fall.
