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	Just as so the Word Bearers, bore faith.		Just as so the Word Bearers, bore faith.

	With reverence, they gathered the town, their cultists doing the foot work, raving and chanting like rivers gone wild, their robes wet and dragging with red paint. At least it was hoped that it was ~~red~~.		With reverence, they gathered the town, their cultists doing the foot work, raving and chanting like rivers gone wild, their robes wet and dragging with red paint. At least it was hoped that it was paint.

	The townsfolk had been reduced to barely a hundred. This, stated the Dark Apostle, was a clear sign of their failure. Of their unbeloved state, their, and a tear quivered at the end of the preacher's eye at this, their solitude from those that could HELP.		The townsfolk had been reduced to barely a hundred. This, stated the Dark Apostle, was a clear sign of their failure. Of their unbeloved state, their, and a tear quivered at the end of the preacher's eye at this, their solitude from those that could HELP.

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	The cultists roared their appreciation, waving their crude weapons in the air, dashing off to do what any right minded horde of villainous men, high on freedom and monstrosity would do in the face of a loss of supervision.		The cultists roared their appreciation, waving their crude weapons in the air, dashing off to do what any right minded horde of villainous men, high on freedom and monstrosity would do in the face of a loss of supervision.

	Ensire was following the crowd, smiling from ear to ear, following his men along. When he saw ~~between~~ the Eversor between the gates.		Ensire was following the crowd, smiling from ear to ear, following his men along. When he saw the Eversor between the gates.

	There was no recognition of what he was specifically. The Eversor are the most renowned of the secret order, but still, secrets are secret.		There was no recognition of what he was specifically. The Eversor are the most renowned of the secret order, but still, secrets are secret.

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	The others, for their part, were uncertain whether or not to laugh. Especially as noise crackled from the thing's face.		The others, for their part, were uncertain whether or not to laugh. Especially as noise crackled from the thing's face.

	"Secondary: Assure self survival to complete objective. Tertiary: Punish sin," The eyes clicked red, focusing on the cultist, "I judge you guilty of Contempt of the Emperor."		"Secondary: Assure self-survival to complete objective. Tertiary: Punish sin," The eyes clicked red, focusing on the cultist, "I judge you guilty of Contempt of the Emperor."

	The blade flicked back, cutting open the jugular. Blood sprayed. The cultist inhaled to laugh, before the Eversor stood. The blood sprayed across the street, splattering wetly across the houses, as the Eversor cocked his head.		The blade flicked back, cutting open the jugular. Blood sprayed. The cultist inhaled to laugh, before the Eversor stood. The blood sprayed across the street, splattering wetly across the houses, as the Eversor cocked his head.
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	For a moment, the Eversor is between combat high, and seeking low. The twilight of murder. It likes these moments. They are rare, for the weapon, after discharge, to cool, still gun warm. Objective. The last traces of the drugs fade, and the thing slackens, relaxes. Recommence Primary.		For a moment, the Eversor is between combat high, and seeking low. The twilight of murder. It likes these moments. They are rare, for the weapon, after discharge, to cool, still gun warm. Objective. The last traces of the drugs fade, and the thing slackens, relaxes. Recommence Primary.

	''"...~~Learned~~ enough to know what black miracles occurred in those dark times, yet not learned enough to open their eyes. To any man, Mechanicus, Ecclesiarch, or Inquisitor who states that the highest thing is to recover technology, I point them to what technology we have. Foremost, to those weaponized men that the High Lords of Terra must keep on the shortest leash. Look upon them, and tell me that this is good. Nay, but I am glad of their existence, that they may cleanse and torment those demons and devils that assault our Holy Empire, for they our own, daemons, monstrosities, and walking atrocities. The Vindicare, who only participates in society through the scope of his rifle, the Culexus, born without a soul, the Callidus, bereft of even an honest face, and the Eversor. Incapable of doing anything but kill.		''"...learned enough to know what black miracles occurred in those dark times, yet not learned enough to open their eyes. To any man, Mechanicus, Ecclesiarch, or Inquisitor who states that the highest thing is to recover technology, I point them to what technology we have. Foremost, to those weaponized men that the High Lords of Terra must keep on the shortest leash. Look upon them, and tell me that this is good. Nay, but I am glad of their existence, that they may cleanse and torment those demons and devils that assault our Holy Empire, for they our own, daemons, monstrosities, and walking atrocities. The Vindicare, who only participates in society through the scope of his rifle, the Culexus, born without a soul, the Callidus, bereft of even an honest face, and the Eversor. Incapable of doing anything but kill.

	''I am thankful for these, our weapons. Yet I still pray for the swift removal and defeat of our enemies, that they may be removed, before they inevitably ply their lives the only way they know how."''		''I am thankful for these, our weapons. Yet I still pray for the swift removal and defeat of our enemies, that they may be removed, before they inevitably ply their lives the only way they know how."''

	-Arch Deacon of Kronus, Father Martel''		-Arch Deacon of Kronus, Father Martel''

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	Objective recommenced. Primary objective.		Objective recommenced. Primary objective.

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	Keitzel was a hub, installed for necessity to anticipate immigrant movement from the only starport to the south and east of Kronus, by the whims of a governor long gone who desired an even spread of populace to avoid unsightly hives. Keitzel would have been just as any other town, if it hadn't been for the blind artist Sophia, a young woman graced perhaps by the Emperor with a talent for showing what others saw from their memories. At the cost of her own sight, she lived and produced works from others.		Keitzel was a hub, installed for necessity to anticipate immigrant movement from the only starport to the south and east of Kronus, by the whims of a governor long gone who desired an even spread of populace to avoid unsightly hives. Keitzel would have been just as any other town, if it hadn't been for the blind artist Sophia, a young woman graced perhaps by the Emperor with a talent for showing what others saw from their memories. At the cost of her own sight, she lived and produced works from others.