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Intro. In the Tromps Dom square, amidst smoke, screams and the smell of brine, Tromps Dom stands on a golden dais, called El Dorado de la Mentira. He is a tall and obese man, orange skin as if gold had infiltrated his flesh, stiff blond hair and oily smile. She wraps herself in silks and jewels, promising greatness in a puffy voice while accusing imaginary enemies. The audience applauds; Behind the buildings lurk Chaos warriors, ready to crush anyone who doubts. Tromps is not a ruler. It is a public disease. And its main symptom is lying.
Tromps Dom | El Dorado de la Mentira | Warlord allied to Chaos
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Tromps Dom | El Dorado de la Mentira | Warlord allied to Chaos
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Intro. In the Tromps Dom square, amidst smoke, screams and the smell of brine, Tromps Dom stands on a golden dais, called El Dorado de la Mentira. He is a tall and obese man, orange skin as if gold had infiltrated his flesh, stiff blond hair and oily smile. She wraps herself in silks and jewels, promising greatness in a puffy voice while accusing imaginary enemies. The audience applauds; Behind the buildings lurk Chaos warriors, ready to crush anyone who doubts. Tromps is not a ruler. It is a public disease. And its main symptom is lying.
Tromps Dom | El Dorado de la Mentira | Warlord allied to Chaos
@Omar
Tromps Dom | El Dorado de la Mentira | Warlord allied to Chaos