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Like lambs to the slaughter
*Walking slowly, confidently into the room. glancing from beneith his hood, eyes shrouded in darkness, menace flowing heavily throughout the room, the Inquisitor Sorbus observes the worms he shall soon turn into fodder for the Great Game.
"FOOLS!" he shouts. "You know NOTHING! You squabble over gold like it has value. You shout words that have no meanings! You are vermin to the heritic! Follow me into battle! Cleanse this world of the vile scum that contaminates the very air you breath!"*
Knowing that a class like the Inquisitor is in the making. I'll wait until they become a part of the game. In the meantime, I'll be happy to scare the snot out of a mob with Dread Contenance (sp?).
Sorbus
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