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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Dr. Tessera}} | | |art={{LoH/CardArt|Dr. Tessera}} |
| |text='''Dr. Tessera:''' Oh of course, you never knew him, he was already a loser when I plucked him out of the gutter. And that's right where he ended up again, after he escaped. What a waste of my time. | | |text='''Dr. Tessera:''' Oh of course, you never knew him, he was already a loser when I plucked him out of the gutter. And that's right where he ended up again, after he escaped. What a waste of my time. |
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| == ixNay's Silence ==
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| {{LoH/DialogueBegin|Brawl Event Story|Ixnay's Silence}}
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|The Abyss: Genesis}}
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| |text='''The Abyss:''' IxNay. Of course. Where else would a trail of bodies lead? This has gone on for far, far too long.<br />
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| He was brilliant once, but now... he's just an abomination. The blood he's spilled is on my hands.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|IxNay: ostLay}}
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| |text='''The Abyss:''' He was so gifted, took so naturally to the dark. I should have known he would fall to it.<br />
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| I should have known it was him the instant the first body was found. But I was blind.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Mind's Eye}}
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| |text='''The Abyss:''' I realized too late to save the other students, his string of victims. Too late by far to redeem him. The others never knew he was the killer.<br />
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| I confronted him, alone. Just master...
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Greater Focus}}
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| |text='''The Abyss:''' ...and pupil.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Puppet Strings}}
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| |text='''The Abyss:''' He had the unique ability to cast his mind from his body at will. To walk as a spectre, untouchable, and manipulate his foes.<br />
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| I snared him and destroyed the connection between his mind and body, leaving it a lifeless husk.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|The Abyss: Genesis}}
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| |text='''The Abyss:''' Just a John Doe in the morgue, the others thought he left. And that was the end, or so I thought.<br />
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| He was even stronger than I had imagined. His mind survived outside his body, twisted and adrift.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Ix-Nay: oundFay}}
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| |text='''The Abyss:''' It was the Hat who found him, realized his worth, and devised him a way back to the physical world. All for the price of his servitude. Control of his bloodlust.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|IxNay}}
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| |text='''The Abyss:''' That isn't just a sensory deprivation suit he wears... it's a containment suit. An animate shell that holds the tattered remains of Xavier's mind soul. A husk filled with madness and hate.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Master and Disciple}}
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| |text='''The Abyss:''' IxNay is the ghost of my past mistakes and arrogance. A monster of my making.<br />
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| It's long past time I put him down.
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| == Closing the Book ==
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| {{LoH/DialogueBegin|Brawl Event Story|Closing the Book}}
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Face Off!}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' She is the AntiChronarch.<br />
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| And if she makes contact with any of the Chronarchs it will result in the annihilation of everything that ever was. Or could have been.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Antichronarch}}
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| |text='''Antichronarch:''' Oh, and what a PITY that would be. Your precious little timelines. Your sad scurrying motes of filth and their petty, pointless lives.<br />
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| You chose them over me, dear one, and look how they ruined you. You have fallen just as I did, and for nothing.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Footnotes}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' No, not like you did. I didn't choose jealousy and destruction.<br />
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| I chose to protect something more precious and important than myself. Something more vital than the Chronarchs, with all our power, could ever hope to be.
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| |art=LoH_Dialogue_i12_page11_panel2.jpg
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' I chose to save a world where impossible burdens are shared by many shoulders, and where unbearable pain is tempered into strength.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Trial and Error v.1}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' I chose a world where those with great power are taught to help those who are helpless...
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Practice Makes Perfect}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' ...and to fight only to protect those who cannot fight for themselves.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Step for Step}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' I chose a people whose only limits are the ones they place on themselves, and who exhilarate in striving to break them.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Rise to the Occasion}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' I chose a timeline where the young are taught that they can save the world. Where power is not guarded selfishly but passed on to new generations so that they can be better...
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Drama Queen}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' ...and smarter...
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Fast Tracked}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' ...and faster...
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Big Man on Campus}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' ...and stronger than those who came before.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Hard Choices}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' I chose a world populated by a people who can do anything they can imagine, but who CHOOSE to do good.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|By the Book}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' This is the timeline I love.<br />
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| So I choose to protect them, even if it means sacrificing my own life. Because they're Heroes... and that's what they would do.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Antichronarch}}
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| |text='''Antichronarch:''' How... sentimental of you. But then you always were an insufferable idealist, darling.<br />
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| At least, after all this time, the Arbiter has found sense.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Bewildered}}
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| |text='''Antichronarch:''' Making the little creatures squabble amongst themselves, forcing them to choose between the murder of worlds and their own oblivion? Masterful. I'm really quite proud.<br />
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| But I simply had to butt in. The end of all things belongs to ME, and me alone.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|By the Book}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' Have you heard enough, Chronarbiter? Has there finally been enough madness?<br />
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| Send them home, Arbiter. We need to clean up our own mess.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Chronarch's Bidding}}
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| |text='''Chronarbiter:''' Yes... it is enough. Perhaps you were in the right all along, Archivist. The burden of judgment has changed us. It's been so very long... perhaps the Chronarchs have lost their way.<br />
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| Hands, take them home. Take them all home.
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| }}
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Abduction}}
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| |text='''Afterimage:''' What?! We can't let the Chronarchivist face this alone, after everything we owe her!<br />
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| ''PlayerName'', Moxie, we can't let them send us back!
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Hands of Time}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' You must. That means you too, ''PlayerName''. Whatever happens here, I won't be watching over the timeline anymore. I need you to look after them.<br />
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| I have seen your future in my records, and you have such a journey ahead. There is so much danger to come. Culverton will need its greatest champion. They will need you.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Restore Order}}
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| |text='''Antichronarch:''' You don't sincerely think I'm going to let that happen, do you? It's far too late to sweep me under the rug, precious one. There is no fixing this.<br />
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| I had nothing to do in that prison but hate you. For eons UNENDING I have hated you. And the hate, my dear heart, has made me strong.
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Blown Away}}
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| |text='''Antichronarch:''' Your pets are nothing to me now.<br />
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| YOU are nothing to me now.
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| }}
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Perfect Timing}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' Then let us become nothing.<br />
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| Do you think you were the only one to grow strong? It's time to show you, old friend, how far I will go to protect what I love.<br />
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| The Chronarchs have ruled too long, anyway.
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| }}
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| |art={{LoH/CardArt|Landfall}}
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| |text='''Chronarchivist:''' It's time I tore our pages from the book.
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