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|width="20%"|'''[[Valka]]'''
 
|width="20%"|'''[[Valka]]'''
| No one can escape their Wierd; Man, God, ''or'' Spirit.
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| No one can escape their Wierd; Man, God, ''or'' Spirit. With you as my Valkyrie, the bleakness of Life and Death have become non-existant.
 
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|'''[[Sjovold]]'''
 
|'''[[Sjovold]]'''
 
| We bled. We learned of each other. Don't stare too hard at a thundercloud. But call my Name, and I promise to live up to it.
 
| We bled. We learned of each other. Don't stare too hard at a thundercloud. But call my Name, and I promise to live up to it.
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|'''[[Ikni]]'''
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| It is when you sing, that I find myself roused from slumber and sloth - remembering why the wars, the killing, the death, the suffering and the torture are worth it. Thank You.
 
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|'''[[Rune]]'''
 
|'''[[Rune]]'''
 
| You are my Family; and that is all that matters.
 
| You are my Family; and that is all that matters.
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|'''[Vidar's Might]]'''
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| You and I, are not so different.
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|'''[[Eva]]'''
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| Ah, Little Sister. You are sharp, and very young. This does not ease the weight on your shoulders, and I cannot help you carry it. But if I hear your cry, shall I follow just as surely as Thunder follows Lightning.
 
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|'''[[Cross]]'''
 
|'''[[Cross]]'''

Revision as of 11:58, 18 July 2012

Valka No one can escape their Wierd; Man, God, or Spirit. With you as my Valkyrie, the bleakness of Life and Death have become non-existant.
Sjovold We bled. We learned of each other. Don't stare too hard at a thundercloud. But call my Name, and I promise to live up to it.
Ikni It is when you sing, that I find myself roused from slumber and sloth - remembering why the wars, the killing, the death, the suffering and the torture are worth it. Thank You.
Rune You are my Family; and that is all that matters.
[Vidar's Might]] You and I, are not so different.
Eva Ah, Little Sister. You are sharp, and very young. This does not ease the weight on your shoulders, and I cannot help you carry it. But if I hear your cry, shall I follow just as surely as Thunder follows Lightning.
Cross You have no idea how close to The Truth you are. You are being watched.
The Bees of Prospect There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we know. The keeping of bees, for instance. -Henry David Thoreau
The Poor of Prospect Come to me with your ailments, and I will seek to cure them. Come to me with peril, and I will seek to help. But do not turn on this sacred oath, for all of Creation will turn on you.