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''"Humans could rule the world. Alexander did, he took a Greek army to the far Indus. There was nothing left to conquer; the world was his. But Alexander is dead. His empire is gone. - And so, we live in evil days.The free men of Earth have turned on each other, instead of their proper enemies. Those who envy all us mortals have done. Alexander must weep, if the dead weep. I would weep in his place, but I would also hope. The world turns. What was may come again. The fates still spin the web of men's lives. So, perhaps the gods wish humans to great again. Perhaps a new Alexander will take up the sword. Bring order where there is ''Χάος. (Chaos.) Remake the world of men into a better place. Perhaps..." Alistair Illiopoulos, marching against an army of Demons. |
''"Humans could rule the world. Alexander did, he took a Greek army to the far Indus. There was nothing left to conquer; the world was his. But Alexander is dead. His empire is gone. - And so, we live in evil days.The free men of Earth have turned on each other, instead of their proper enemies. Those who envy all us mortals have done. Alexander must weep, if the dead weep. I would weep in his place, but I would also hope. The world turns. What was may come again. The fates still spin the web of men's lives. So, perhaps the gods wish humans to great again. Perhaps a new Alexander will take up the sword. Bring order where there is ''Χάος. (Chaos.) Remake the world of men into a better place. Perhaps..." Alistair Illiopoulos, marching against an army of Demons. |
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Revision as of 21:10, 28 January 2018
"Humans could rule the world. Alexander did, he took a Greek army to the far Indus. There was nothing left to conquer; the world was his. But Alexander is dead. His empire is gone. - And so, we live in evil days.The free men of Earth have turned on each other, instead of their proper enemies. Those who envy all us mortals have done. Alexander must weep, if the dead weep. I would weep in his place, but I would also hope. The world turns. What was may come again. The fates still spin the web of men's lives. So, perhaps the gods wish humans to great again. Perhaps a new Alexander will take up the sword. Bring order where there is Χάος. (Chaos.) Remake the world of men into a better place. Perhaps..." Alistair Illiopoulos, marching against an army of Demons.
Description
Alistair is a tall man of Greek ancestry. Olive skin, brown eyes, et cetera.