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>insofar

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>>15881277
You got me, Charles.

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>>15848768
So, the rich people, are the right lineage?

Starting to think you might be an ugly kike.

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>>14517422
heres some bullshit i made up in five minutes:

King darmacius struck down his son and made incest with his sister that night, bearing him a child known only in legends, never to see the public acknowledgement, the king banished the child to the darkest dungeons of his castle, hoping it would pass or wither from spiritual attrition.
One day the child sprang from this cell and using the very same sceptre that bore down on its brother, held tightly to its fathers throat and uttered “now you see me, flesh and blood before you, sent to die, but not me, I am not the other, you are weak father, and now it is I who dared to grasp victory from the jaws of the goliath” and with one swift movement the king was no more.
“murder, bloody murder by the beast from below” bellowed the king’s followers, but it was to late, with nigh but a slight hindrance, the child escaped the courtroom and flew into night, never to be seen again, as if it had been nothing but a extension of the sky itself.
Little more of this legend is dared spoken in the royal court anymore and as time passed, so it would seem that the story faded from the minds of the peasants. Time was not so much a healer to the queen however, every night she sobbed and pleaded to the forces above for the eventual return of her child, to take her like they had her brother, so that she may to know rest from the ceaseless torment of life.
That day never came for the queen however, her children were no more and though she tried to rule the kingdom fairly, she fell into an embittered rage, persecuting the very people she was meant to protect with the scorn of a thousand burning coals.
That is the legend of the beast from below, and if it were to be true, I’d stake it a very sensible decision to halt any further talk of this story while we are in the grounds of the cercusian empire. Though the queen may be jaded and cruel, telling of the story is still prohibited and her many loyal servants will see no ethical issue with our burning at the stake for such loose conversation in their lands young master.

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