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| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 0px 2px" |''He who reigns with the Ember Crown. He who hosts the damned. He who rose higher and higher, until there was no ceiling to push past. Once a spymaster, now a god. Forever shall he rule.'' | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 0px 2px" |''He who reigns with the Ember Crown. He who hosts the damned. He who rose higher and higher, until there was no ceiling to push past. Once a spymaster, now a god. Forever shall he rule.'' | ||
| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 0px 2px" |[[File:heretic_rune.png]] | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 0px 2px" |[[File:heretic_rune.png]] | ||
| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 0px 2px" | | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 0px 2px" |''She ruled over a lost land damned by a bounty from beyond the stars. She could not have known what would become of her in the years to come. Forever shall she rot.'' | ||
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| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 2px 2px 2px 2px" |'''PATH GRASP''' | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 2px 2px 2px 2px" |'''PATH GRASP''' | ||
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| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |''It burrows in the hearts of all living things. Eternal cycles of time yield nothing more from it. We know not what it is, and know better than to ask when it reveals itself.'' | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |''It burrows in the hearts of all living things. Eternal cycles of time yield nothing more from it. We know not what it is, and know better than to ask when it reveals itself.'' | ||
| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |[[File:heretic_rune.png]] | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |[[File:heretic_rune.png]] | ||
| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" | | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |''A conniving, contemptuous creature. He cackled and cried as the meteor began to take his wits into its own usage. We know not if he still lives, though his servants do.'' | ||
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| style="border-left:solid 10px #eb7541; border-right:dashed 2px;" |'''TIER ONE''' | | style="border-left:solid 10px #eb7541; border-right:dashed 2px;" |'''TIER ONE''' | ||
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| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |''The one who lived. She never recovered her eyes. It is less likely she will find justice. Yet she listens to us when we sing with pain and malice. There are some wrongs that can still be righted.'' | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |''The one who lived. She never recovered her eyes. It is less likely she will find justice. Yet she listens to us when we sing with pain and malice. There are some wrongs that can still be righted.'' | ||
| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |[[File:heretic_rune.png]] | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |[[File:heretic_rune.png]] | ||
| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" | | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |''A poor man who gave in to the whims of the Empress. He believed royal payments would cure the ails of his wife. We still offer thanks for the blades he gifted to us.'' | ||
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| style="border-left:solid 10px #eb7541; border-right:dashed 2px;" |'''TIER TWO''' | | style="border-left:solid 10px #eb7541; border-right:dashed 2px;" |'''TIER TWO''' | ||
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| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |''They were stoic and loyal, unlike their superior. Amgala could not have asked for better protectors or better scholars. But now they are gone. Still they wither in their graves, where we sometimes offer condolences.'' | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |''They were stoic and loyal, unlike their superior. Amgala could not have asked for better protectors or better scholars. But now they are gone. Still they wither in their graves, where we sometimes offer condolences.'' | ||
| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |[[File:heretic_rune.png]] | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |[[File:heretic_rune.png]] | ||
| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" | | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |''He has gone where others cannot go. Seen what others cannot see. From land to land, place to place, he has seen much. We offer prayers when we travel far.'' | ||
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| style="border-left:solid 10px #eb7541; border-right:dashed 2px;" |'''TIER THREE''' | | style="border-left:solid 10px #eb7541; border-right:dashed 2px;" |'''TIER THREE''' | ||
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| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |''A pact of demons and marauders from a world forgotten. Very few yet roam the planes. The secrets to their final defeat have been lost. We offer wardings to ensure they do not cross our path.'' | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |''A pact of demons and marauders from a world forgotten. Very few yet roam the planes. The secrets to their final defeat have been lost. We offer wardings to ensure they do not cross our path.'' | ||
| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |[[File:heretic_rune.png]] | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |[[File:heretic_rune.png]] | ||
| style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" | | | style="border-style: solid; border-width: 0px 2px 2px 2px" |''We know it from the scribblings of those in the comet's wake. It is perhaps more a force than an individual. It is the star itself. And it hates all that built.'' | ||
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