Harakj pondered, or at least did the creature that once was Harakj, flicking the handle of his blade. So much had changed since the "Coming" and not all of it good. The Gods are fickle, the new Harakj knows all too well. Which, he wondered, would have enough of an advantage to influence the next year of warring. The Lord Nurgle had had his time, fathering a time of calm stagnantedness , so had Khorne, the Empire fell under his influence. Who next, would the status remain quo or would the armies march to war... He flicked the handle again, the wraith still twitched, even with the newly acquired items from the dead city took time in ending them...
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