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The price of doom wages war.

~~Argh can't stop it.~~

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.....?

I think you have it backwards.

Why do you say that?

War comes before doom.

Without the fear of doom those who build would not protect their towers.

Doom is a tad drastic. People tend to protect themselves a little before the imminent doom phase.

He gives a sour look, but it's mostly in regards to himself

The prophet speaks without the wisdom of his lord.

And who is the prophet's lord?

Chaos. She burns, she laughs, she dances through the minds of all.

Gods I wish I could stop that.

Sounds like Eris.

One is the part of the other.

Eris is part of chaos, and chaos is part of Eris?

Yup.

The word "concision" mean anything to you?

Since when do those who are afflicted by prophecy ever speak clearly?

I don't know, but it seems like a better way to spread the word.

he shrugs I'm just the mouthpiece, I don't really get much say in the matter.

You ever heard of treachery? It's underrated.

How treacherous is one who fights against the gods. How damned. But those who cannot find the oasis cannot drink from its waters.

I'd ask your name, but you're not worth remembering.

Oh, gee thanks. If I melted your metal, would that make me worth remembering?

If you could, then maybe.

Would you like me too?

Eh...He sighs.

...give it a shot.

He places a hand on his arm and the metal starts to glow red and then bubble.

Magic. How I detest it. Hank pulls his arm away, and it begins to cool.

He sucks in a large volume of air, enough to generate a significant gust. He then blows it out at sub-freezing temperatures, cooling the metal.

It retakes the form of his arm rapidly.

Hm.

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