Godkin Veratas
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Godkin Veratas

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Church services @ http://www.twitch.tv/godkin_veratas Jun 7, 2014

    1. Flashleopard Spark
      'ello mind inboxing me the new TS since I'm unable to access my account due to my email being inaccessible at the moment and not knowing my password.
    2. Godkin Veratas
      "Mit der Dummheit kampfen Gotter selbst vergenbens."
    3. Robbor
      Love your guild lore, but it seems today our god Soldeus saved us from your gods wrath! :)
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      2. Zirus Altruist
        Zirus Altruist
        Friendly as shit comment that leaves nothing else to desire. 10/10 Robbor.
        Sep 26, 2013
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    Gender:
    Male
    Home page:
    http://zealotsofnave.com/
    Occupation:
    Prophet
    Guild:
    Zealots
    Character Name:
    Godkin
    Playstyle:
    HK (Heathen Killer)
    She stood in front of me in rags, wet blood textured on her dark Sidoian flesh.“This is the end!” she shouted then laughed. “The Gods grow so weary of the diseased and corrupted souls of Nave, even hell refuses their arrival!” Her laughter became so loud and intense I began to feel unsettled but stayed my hand. “Nave has lost its way. Every single pathetic soul, corrupted in pursuit of wealth and power, but the Gods refuse to be forgotten.” The laughter stopped and her voice softened to a whisper,“I see your soul, I see the doubt of a child, ready to weep upon the first sacrifice.” She looked past me toward a young woman collecting herbs by the river's edge. “This is the end, for all those that reject the will of the Gods you sad idol worshiping fool!” She took a step toward the woman and almost from nothing, a bone dagger appeared in her right hand. I reached for my mace. She struck me twice in the leg and, once on my knees, again in the right arm where no armor protected. Spit and blood poured onto my helm as she leaned over me and she seemed to smile.

    Like a flower.

    Like an angel.

    She began to whisper a language I had never heard, laughing as she plunged the dagger into my neck.

    I came to know.