Jack Lick
Soldier of Fortune
This message calls to all our brothers and sisters.
We remember the wars more clearly than you ever could. The ̧̱͖̗̻̪͋̍̀̐̿̏͒̔ͩ́Ṣ̶̪̰̗͕̞̻̹̝͔̺ͦ̎ͧ̎ͩͪ̊̂͒͌̇̂̿ͮ̚͟ĉ́͌̍̋͂͌ͪͫ̃ͯ̓̆̿ͮ͏̶̫̰̤̱̕͡o̵͚̟̪͙͈͙̲͗̒ͬ͗̎̔͌̅ͫ͛̂̌̒͋̀ú̸̶̷̬̳̲̦̥̺̱͍̣́̀̇͛̑̏ͮͯ̎̈́͂̇͡r̼͍̱͇̝̩̗ͤ͐̇ͮͩ̀͡g̸̴̝͔͈̙̯͎̩̹͍̋ͭ̈̂ͥ̍͑̓̊͟͠ë̷̛̞̩̯͉́ͧ̂̊ͭ̎̋̌́͋́̚ ̴̷̨̨̖̦̺̺͕͎̠̬̪̠̹̤̤̘̟̫̲̙̝ͩͯ͊̍͠ơ̶̧̨̘͈̮̪̖͓̰̼͎̲̩̮̦̰̜͚̟̍ͯ̿̓̏͒̑̆̍̑ͨ͡f̷̛̲̥͍͉̠̠̫̙̾̏ͤ̈̂̾ͪ̆̇ͪͫ̍̅̆ͥͦ̉͗̇͟ͅ ͙͕͙͉̘͍̖̠̰̘̬̈̈́̆ͮͫ̿̏̓ͮ̚̚̕͝͞͠ͅT̢͙͓̫̹͔̗̙̜̤͇̤͈͚͈̹̠̫͍ͭͧͪ̈͗̑̒̈́̾̽̽͞e̴̷̲̲̯͕̼͂ͥ̆ͤ̔ͤ̿̅̓̏̓̓̄͝r̶̴̡̪̻̬̲̜̰̘̭̙̪̱̮̱͎̅͐̇̓̑̿̈̃ͦ̌̒̆͜r̴̨̮͈͖͍̦͚͉͚̩͈̥̭͕̹̜̺̬͗̽ͣ̾ͣ̒̚͡ȁ̧ͩ̔̋̉ͫ̏̔͋̄̑̉̊͝͏̙͓̮̮͙͉̜̻̬͉̕͟ͅ. The defense on Olympus Marian. The razing of M̖̼̺̱̖͓̬̖̗͖̻̻̻̠̒̇̍̈͂͟͜o̮̠̣̜͇̝̱͆͆̋̀͐̆ͤ̚͠r̻͚̹̬͓̝͎̀́͂ͩ̍͑́͠ͅp̶̴̡̪̻̫̞͕̩̳̥̣̟͓͍̼͚̩͖͎̌̈̿͂͛̔̕͞h̦̪̰̠͍̰̰̙̲̺̲̯͓̠͙̙͖̼̣͐̋̇̎͗̃́̕e̡̡͈̮̝̰̟͎̗̙̼̘ͨ̅̂ͤͨ̄ͮ̆͌̕͟͡ų̸͖͚͉̠͓̺͈͚͕͙̫͓̬͇͊̄̋́̉͠ͅs̢̱̯̬̱̪ͤ̉ͯ̈͌͆́ͣ̊͊͑̇͋͊ and Uropea.
We fought for the same reason as you did. To preserve the Empire of Man. And we have not stopped doing so for the last few millennia. The Wraiths have not escaped our senses, and our eyes can feel their stench through the starstuff between the cosmos. Their fetid, rotting, husks still travel between the stars, looking for more prey to devour.
We can bring you a chance for revenge.
As of now, our fleet travels to the Hyboreanic system, to meet with them, and to do battle once more. Join us! For the hour is at hand. We shall strike them down, and bring back our lineage.
Ave Nex Imperator! Deus Vult Mortis!
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