"It is unfortunate for them," the man in the white robes mused aloud as he peered into the jet sphere atop the obsidian pedestal, "that they have split themselves so. That fool with the star-scar will be the last to die, despairing in the full knowledge that he caused their demise." He sipped at his wine chalice, and turned again his attention to bringing the swirling images in the seeing-stone into focus...
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The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. ~~ Marcus Aurelius
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