They squabble like the animals they are.

We rise from the ashes, reborn with more fervour than before.

The journey's end is inevitable.

LoHatra

My brain might've missed a step there...
Oh well

The 'game' has only just begun.

All must be cleansed.

The soup must be cleansed.

Soup is a heretical dish!

We do not concern ourselves with the issues of heretics. The Gods have judged you, and found you wanting.

Their wrath shall ride the wind, delivering you to the end you have earned.

Those who turn their backs upon the Great Journey do so knowing that they alone must weather their unholy course.

The Order of Restoration offers no succour to heretics.

"ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴀɴᴅʀᴀ. ꜱɪʀ, ᴛʜᴇ xᴇᴇʟᴇᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴀʟᴀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴘʀɪᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴅɪᴀɴᴛ ɪꜱ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ-ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ-ꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀʀ-ᴍᴀꜱꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ."

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Even Gods must cull weakness amongst their own. The words of one cast out have no meaning.

Cling to your heresies as you wish. There is no room for weakness on the path.

All are welcome to join the path. Join us on this glorious journey.

[ 🪶 ]

No want your shinies. Mag find own shinies.

[ 🪶 ]

You did. You stealing MY shinies.

[ 🪶 ]

High Lord doesn't care for shinies. Silly Human.

[ 🪶 ]

Why want shiny anyway?

[ 🦾 ]

This commotion interrupts my communion.

[ 🪶 ]

Spartan marked. Keep eye open, always.

[ 🪶 ]

Mag know Spartans. No shiny worth life.

[ 🪶 ]

Kig-Yar?

Ew. Mag better than Kig-Yar!

[ 🪶 ]

Human thief!

Give back shiny!

[ 🪶 ]

Loud screeching. One of her shinies is missing!

- raises its shield. The glow of green gives way to movement as the Kig-Yar dances around, hoping to avoid losing one of the few armaments it still has.

- sound follows, and the rapidly heating ball is thrown at his adversary.

Wide eyes follow the release, as legs spring into action. Scrambling against the dirt and rock, its fire falters, and the grenade fails to stick to its target. Warbaling curses pour from its beak as it -

Greed and overconfidence had been their downfall. Dodge as they might, one of them is swiftly dispatched with a horrific screech.

The other hopes to use his fellow's death as a distraction. Firing with one hand, he grips a ball of plasma. Pressing its surface, a shrill -