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Offline deaxy
11-22-2009, 09:09 PM, (This post was last modified: 11-28-2009, 03:18 PM by deaxy.)
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[Image: kuanTi.jpg]

I might not be the smartest man, the most well trained man, or overall the best man for this job, but there is a vicious flame in my hearth. The flame that helps me strike my enemies down. It brings hope to my people, my crew, to the blood dragons.

I, as the brave men before me, come from the Syndicate. We are the worshipers of Kuan Ti, the god of war. We are his minions, and we fulfill his mission. We follow simple principles, that our ruler has given.

We are the judges who protect the people from injustice and evil.
We are the oracles of truth, always wearing green.
We are the generals who will bring down the corrupted, their crimes will not be forgotten.

We strive toward our goal of purifying the impure.
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