He spent hours writing the address the Grand Vicar'll make in a five-day. Carefully crafting, perfecting every phrase. Vicar Zahmsyn Trynair smiled, satisfied.
Vicar Rhobair Duchairn finished praying and opened the books. Eventhough Jihad was draining the Treasury, he'll build more shelters this winter. His brain started crunching numbers.
The Navy was a fiasco. But the Army was different. Captain General, Vicar Allayn Magwair stood over a map, rearranging troops, determined to succeed.
Vicar Zhaspahr Clyntahn, scanned reports from conquered territories. He scribbled orders for his Inquisitors: "Let fire and blood of heretics purify the land." His power was growing.
Took me waay longer than it should...
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Huh, no, koukám, že s tou
Zuzka
Huh, no, koukám, že s tou společností s vymazanou pamětí to taky neni žádná sranda.
No to si teda piš, že ne..
Owlicious
No to si teda piš, že ne...zejména, když to dostanou do ruky lidi, kteří doktrínu umí používat jako řetěz a bič zároveň...