Devon Ravine/Stereotypes

The Others
	Touched by the Mother, I bring cleansing fire to purge the darkness.
	Hell hath no fury. If I find you, you will feel my rage.
	Your very existence spits in the eye of the Mother.
	You steal from Gaia touched lands, and know not what you meddle with.
	Ignorance is bliss until you're eaten in the dark. Time to wake up.