| *Outside the temple, a tall amn stood. He was dressed in a simple suit of chain mail, with a shirt and leather vest covering that, and some tough leather pants and guantlets. He had a cloak wrapped around him, and one could see the hilt of a sword protruding from within it. His hood hid his face, although it was a good morning out. He stood sock still, as though enchanted by a paralyze spell.*
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |