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"Wait," said the elf, trying to catch his breath. "Just
wait. We set out ... to get the sword ... so that we could ...
use it against ... our common foe ... Istar. We have to - "
"No," said the minotaur. "We each set out to gain the
sword for our own purposes." The minotaur flicked a
glance in the goblin's direction. "I would guess that our
friend the goblin merely wants power. Maybe he wants to
be a god. But my need of the sword is far simpler."
The goblin wondered if he was dreaming. The elf
pulled himself up a bit, but couldn't seem to sit upright
now; he grimaced as he settled down, chest against the
earth again, his breath coming shallow and quickly.
"You don't appear to have heard me," said the
minotaur. The chain in its fists swung slightly.
"No! I heard!" said the elf quickly. "Why? Why?"
"Because this is the way of the world: Only the strong
deserve to rule, and the strong should use any means at
their disposal to accomplish this. Because true strength is
revealed in chaos, in the destruction of all borders and laws
and boundaries, so that each being may challenge every
other for the right to rule. Once I take that sword, I will
ensure my chance to rule the world, from sea to sea and
beyond, for all time, by wishing for the doom of the
civilized world
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