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Kyrrenthia: I go to take the scales.
Whembly: Alright!
Kyrrenthia: You are .. excited.
someone: This leads me to understand you will be present.
Whembly: Nope!
Whembly: Too busy surviving.
someone: Surviving what.
Whembly: Death.
someone: Death from what.
Whembly: Not telling. You'd try to save me and you wouldn't survive.
OUTLANDER] Whembly: It's unsurvivable!
someone: Is that so.
Whembly: I sure need a pick me up!
someone: I could create a geyser at your feet. That would certain lift you high.
Whembly: No thanks.
someone: That paladin is a slaver, it appears.
someone: He does not understand chaos.
Whembly: Oh yes, What's he done ths time?
someone: Nothing.
Whembly: The horror!
someone: He stands idle, as the champions of order stay safe behind their walls of stolen stone.
someone: He is an affront to the Thar-Eris.
Whembly: I have been trying to talk them into killing themselves.
someone: There is no death.
someone: Merely destruction.
Whembly: I honestly can't think of ever meeting someone as self deceivin as they are. And...I think his name is waaay too dwarfish for Tharisian tastes.
someone: I do not understand names.
Whembly: You have one or two. You should practice.
someone: It seems.. I was.. born.
Whembly: Well...that makes zero sense. You just like saying that to sound sinister and hip.
Whembly: You'll always have a name. Even if it's simply, "You" or "I".
someone: I do not care about this sinister and hip.
Whembly: I think you do.
someone: This is not a name, but a designation.
Whembly: Names are designations.
someone: A way to fit into a construct, one of order.
Whembly: Order abounds! We are all constrained by it's unbreakable walls!
You have been KILLED!!
someone: Indeed. I am confined in this body, it certainly seems.
Whembly: See? Unsurvivable!
someone: Yet, here you are.
OUTLANDER] Whembly: Ah drat. Kyrrenthia?
someone: hwat
someone: What.
the Primeval Spirit: I now guard the Scales of Justice
Whembly: Hehehe. So you DO have a name!
Whembly: Victory is mine!
someone: There will be no victory. Only the strife we bring about with our destruction.
Whembly: Do you listen to yourself? someone: No.
Whembly: Okay...Small victory for you then.
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