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[Aethyr]

A vile rumor has reached the Masters ears; it tells of people from the west that follow a half-blind so-called god. It is said that these people are warriors and have defeated many nations.

What, pray-tell could be vile about such a story? Indeed, the weak should perish at the hands of the strong—this is the WAY of things. Is this not written in the code of the Bakemono?

Yes, the weak should and must perish…there is nothing vile that. No, it is the manner of that perishing that is unspeakable, shameful to any true warrior.

What, you might ask is shameful about the death of a warrior? What could possibly be vile about a glorious death by combat? Ah…but what if we told you that this conquest, this inevitable destruction of lesser peoples, was not accomplished through strength of arms? No, it was not
steel or arcane forces that won the day. It is said that these peoples defeat their foes by killing little girls. Shame.

Now, you begin to understand. You think you comprehend the disgust the Master feels. You do not. These people, these so-called warriors who claim that their place in the after-life is secured by a glorious death, used rats to help them. Rats. Shame. Surely Valhalla is closed to such as these.

As shameful as it is the Master understands that the Bakemono cannot win this battle—the power of the blood of virgins is too STRONG. The followers of Old One-Eye will have their “victory”, and whatever this so called “Valhalla” holds for those who seek victory through the blood of little girls.