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[color=f08080][i]"There is no helpful gods"[/i][/color] He answered Culmith's question bitterly, no god has ever done an act of altruism, if the gods were kind, then he'd still be at home, eating a roast chicken with his father, his dad always loved Chicken. if the gods were kind, he'd still have his youth, his strength and the light of his life. No god could call itself helpful when his children suffered around him. He shared the same sentiments as Culmith, religion was a joke, anyone that says they should be worshiped is a joke. But the even bigger joke was those who believed the gods. [color=f08080][i]"Gregorii"[/i][/color] he introduced himself, he was never one to talk much, what is the point of ten words when one could do the trick.

[color=f08080][i]"Get up, we can stop that bastard if we're quick!"[/i][/color] he commanded, with the hint of anger in his voice, Slavery was the most awful thing in existence, it gave the slaves a scar that could never heal, it ruins the slaves of innocents just to please the needs of one, his anger gave him a renewed strength, he ran out of the tavern as fast as his dwarf legs could carry him, pulling Culmith with him, his eyes darted from side to side, scanning the area for that degenerate slaver, he would save that poor girl, and gods save anyone who gets in his way.