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"Watch your tone, dwarf!" ordered the officer in
warning. "The power of Ultimate Goodness shall not be
mocked!"
"Get yourself back down the valley, and you'll hear no
words to offend your ears - or the ears of your precious
priestking!"
"The KINGPRIEST has offered a bounty for the slaying
of the evil races. Earlier today, we spotted an ogre moving
along this trail. We are god-bound to kill him and carry his
skull to the high throne of Istar!"
Horgan's mind churned. Istar! How well he
remembered the legions marching into the heart of the
Khalkists a quarter century earlier - and on just such a
spurious quest! Then it had been the dwarven insistence on
the worship of Reorx, their traditional god all across the
race of Ansalon, that had pitted Istar against their race.
In the arrogant eyes of the Kingpriest, Reorx, as a
neutral god, was no better than a deity of evil. How many
humans had perished as a result of that arrogance? Horgan
didn't know. (We do, however, Your Grace; the figure was
somewhere around thirty-two to thirty-four thousand men.)
Horgan's dwarven blood rose to his face as he
considered the scope of the Kingpriest's newest arrogance.
The would-be emperor of all the world dared to send bands
of his agents into dwarven lands to pursue his edicts!
"Any enemy found here is the rightful prey of High
Thane Rankil - be it human, ogre, or any other trespassers!"
Horgan shouted
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