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[Horace Telver]

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The patrician sounding one sat in the wooden tower looking over various documents, mumbling to himself. Sketches littered the table. He poured over those sketches mumbling...
“Improved battlements... The roads are fine... The soil needs to be replaced and fertilized, will be expensive...” He then began to chuckle. He lept from his char, and held three charts smiling victoriously. He read the first chart aloud to the darkness, “Undesirables to be committed to euthanasia programs. Life unworthy of Life is based along the Following standards:
1. Longevity
2. Intellect
3. Use to the Oligarchy
4. Loyalty to the Oligarch”, he then laughed.
As the next scrap of paper was help up, he smiled faintly, and attached it to the first document. A diagram of some sort of camp is seen and amongst his scribbling lies three words, “Barracks... Factory... Euthanasia Chambers”
A final chart was held up, and attached to it was a small bag, “Growth Cycle of Utopia Plant” was the only legible part of this note. He smirked and, placed it in his pocket with the kind of gentleness one would have with a child.
He then sat down, and began scrawling his signature across a sheet of paper, adding titles, crossing out violently ones he seemed not to be fond of...
“Dictator of Cove, Oligarch of Cove, Administra, High Sanguine, Sanguine Oligarch,” All these he crossed out, save that last one...
As he wrote that, his eyes lit up, and he scrawled in larger than normal letters...
“Sanguine Oligarch of Cove, Horace Telver”
And all he said gazing lovingly at that was... “Soon... Soon...”