Fates, Fortunes, Heathens and Thieves

The Empire crumbles, as do all civilized nations, slowly but surely. As the bastions of hope sink slowly into the mire, so the tree wither and dies.  All things end: books, songs, loves, lives; all we can do is treasure what we have until the transience of life catches up upon us all…

- Seer of the Spire, Nurgle cultist


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