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	Not even Erickson had taken a single foe under his blade. We reeled about amid the maimed and wounded, our skin peeling and splitting apart with pent up fury. Where was our vengeance? The lords on the hill were unmoved by our howls. As one, they turned away, returning to the Everchosen’s side. The sorcerers began their procession across the field, seeking the fallen. I was struck from behind by Kylan, one of my pridemates. His nails sank deep furrows in my back and I responded by biting his cheek and we tore at each other for long moments until I shattered his legs. We were lost souls as we lurched back to Calimyne’s Duchy, bereft and bloodless. Eckhart was ruined but what had we gained? If anything, we suffered more. The rage and pain swelled in our skin until blood ran from our eyes.		Not even Erickson had taken a single foe under his blade. We reeled about amid the maimed and wounded, our skin peeling and splitting apart with pent up fury. Where was our vengeance? The lords on the hill were unmoved by our howls. As one, they turned away, returning to the Everchosen’s side. The sorcerers began their procession across the field, seeking the fallen. I was struck from behind by Kylan, one of my pridemates. His nails sank deep furrows in my back and I responded by biting his cheek and we tore at each other for long moments until I shattered his legs. We were lost souls as we lurched back to Calimyne’s Duchy, bereft and bloodless. Eckhart was ruined but what had we gained? If anything, we suffered more. The rage and pain swelled in our skin until blood ran from our eyes.

	I tried to remember the ~~tenants~~. Respect and obey the mighty. Did that not obligate them to serve us in return? If we were to suffer the agonies being separated from Khorne and hold back from attacking the mortals, did it not fall to them to fulfill our lusts? Our herd were getting smaller and the gifts were getting rarer.		I tried to remember the tenets. Respect and obey the mighty. Did that not obligate them to serve us in return? If we were to suffer the agonies being separated from Khorne and hold back from attacking the mortals, did it not fall to them to fulfill our lusts? Our herd were getting smaller and the gifts were getting rarer.

	Forsake no oaths. What oaths had been sworn to us? We believed the High Lord. In truth, we needed him, because in our state, we could not challenge the mortals alone. We have to follow them and have been the teeth that kept the other followers of the dark gods in line. Yet how have we profited? What have we gained?		Forsake no oaths. What oaths had been sworn to us? We believed the High Lord. In truth, we needed him, because in our state, we could not challenge the mortals alone. We have to follow them and have been the teeth that kept the other followers of the dark gods in line. Yet how have we profited? What have we gained?

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			[[Image:Warriors of Khorne by Cos Koniotis.jpg\|thumb\|right\|They're pretty angry]]

	Blood boils and hisses		Blood boils and hisses
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	We burn like fires in the night.		We burn like fires in the night.


	The forest is alive and we tear with blade and talon, gouging wounds in bark and soil, shivering as splinters rake our skin. We sense our prey drawing near, their blood stinking on the trembling air. Our skin writhes, sweat steams, hot and rancid with hate. Our fury swells as we long for the slaughter to come. We are forsworn, but our fury will soon be left unchecked. We are forfeit, but we are no longer denied. We burn and the world will catch fire.		The forest is alive and we tear with blade and talon, gouging wounds in bark and soil, shivering as splinters rake our skin. We sense our prey drawing near, their blood stinking on the trembling air. Our skin writhes, sweat steams, hot and rancid with hate. Our fury swells as we long for the slaughter to come. We are forsworn, but our fury will soon be left unchecked. We are forfeit, but we are no longer denied. We burn and the world will catch fire.
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	We are divine.		We are divine.



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