From Clan	Inquisition
Date	16-Mar-00
Thread	697
The grand lord's babble finally makes some sense. For days now, he has been ranting on about giant rocks and red skies, about sinning titans and the end of times. Finally it makes some sense. We've seen the object in the sky, and aptly named it Amsel. Let all hear the trumpets and let the sound tell them the end has begun. The past will finally be completed! Sinful titans now frantically shoot at eachother to be the last ones alive when the end comes, but all will perish when the horsemen come. Yes, the seven trumpets blow sweet rock and roll, and sound that can clearly be heard now, a sound that cannot be stopped by the eldest of gods, for the True One heard decides the time at hand. Until that time the forces of darkness are still roaming the sphere. There are those clans that spread the darkness in words and in actions, oppressing the weak as they used to do, spreading famine, fear, pestilence, death among those that are unable to resist. The dark ones send their titans down with wrath, because they know their time is short. Let all clans with understanding reckon the markings of the beasts! The markings can be seen on every titan of darkness that roams the sphere and salvation can only be found at the event of their destruction. The markings are 'OO'. Clan Inquisition is sure it's siblings will survive judgement day. In his dreams our Grand lord saw the mighty angel standing in the rays of the new sun, helding aloft a golden plate and reflecting with it the new sun's rays towards a large table, saying it to be the supper of the mighty one, Kings of Kings, Elder God of Elder Gods. He has returned to take his children home, to end their wretched existence on this sphere and start their new glorious existence on the next one. Until then we will fire full spread at every sinner within range of clan Inquisition. Yes, I mean YOU Young Stan Old Old. Michael, and acolyte of the Inquisition