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[Kaylor]

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A warm breeze wafted through the stanchions, carelessly caressing the rubble tent pieces positioned between them as though completely unmindful of the enemy presence within.

The Manifesto of the Human Nation. Kaylor settled himself onto the simple sandstone pavers that served as the floor of the Magincian Cultural Center scrutinizing the tome clutched in his hand, its blood red binding as foreboding as the precept it proposed. He'd scanned through all three volumes of Isk's Humanis suppositions, taking this one from its podium with gentle touch for the cataclysmic weight of the words it contained. Were he to have his way the man behind the mask would see to the destruction of all whose species differed from his own.

"Truth be told," he sighed in a whisper so soft that none but the shadows discerned, " 'tis the human soul that embodies the darkest of evils."
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*Even if you be otherwise perfect, you fail without humility. ~ The Talmud*