1. Those Who Remain
And so we wait.
We shall have our revenge.
Our Lord is defeated, our fortress destroyed, our army smashed to pieces...
But we survive.
A new star burns in the Heavens and our time is at an end and all our efforts were for naught...
But we survive.
Yes, we are driven into the dark places of the world.
Yes, we are but a shell, a husk, a shadow of our glory.
Yes, we are a pathetic remnant of What Might Have Been...
But we survive.
Our battle-lords plot dire retribution on those who brought us so low.
Our war-masters plan ever more ingenious ways to humble our vanquishers, to do unto them as they have done unto us.
Our slaughter-speakers sing loud and long our past glories, reminding us all of who we once were, who we now are, what we can be.
Our warriors sharpen blades into murderous grins in the dark.
Yes, our time is gone...
But we survive.
We are not dead, just waiting.
Plotting.
Resting.
Surviving.
And so we wait.
We shall have our revenge.
Oh yes.
Oh, yes....
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