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Well it's late in my country and I can't sleep. How about a crappy fairy tale?
The farseer was meditating on his throne, hearing the echos of the wraithbone, thinking of the recent, disturbing events.
A young seer, came to him, with the serious face caracterizing the bringers of bad news :
"-? wise and insightful farseer, I have bad news to report
-Well I know that. I'm a farseer, remember. I dont have much time for you. Ask the dead seers who are in the spirit stones of the warlock titans, nobody wants them in battle, so they'll have time for you.
-Sorry ? almighty one, but my concern is about spirit stones. Autarchs dont want them anymore. They say that victory is too easy and honourless.
-Yes I know that. We'll do without the stones and see.
-But, the other seers disagree. They say we'll be weaker than space marines.
-These armoured wimps? Don't be silly. Well, let's limit the stones on the Gifts of Vaul
-But the ranger confederation says that every advantage should be killable. And you know how they are when they speak of sniping.
-This is too much for an old eldar like me. I'm tired. Let's do what we always do in this case. Let's call the avatar, at least it costs nothing."
The faseer then slowly got up and pronounced the following words :
"I call thee, ? Kaela Mensha, accept these fourteen pages of spam, trolls and good ideas as sacrifice. Bring us your avatar! Appear now and guide us! Come Army Champion, come!"
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