You're blinded and dragged into a room, you feel people staring at you, at your soul, you get pushed to your knees, and the blindness fades. In front of you sits the council: Lord Chunk, Lord of Hate, King of Nothing, and Master of Greed. A hand slams into the back of your head. "Speak!" Lord of Hate speaks swiftly. The King of Nothing stares at you, motionless and silent. Lord Chunk seems uninterested; he'll vote for your death anyway. <Now you state your act of treason, bye>
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23/04/2025