#vraan

Do I know? Do I know? Of course I do. Not because Vraan is special, but because he isn't. Any smart Thane would do the same. It's a necessary condition to work around.

The oil whispers to me of triumph, and of expansion, but I have no interest in the petty politics of the world above. In the end, the truth in their blood will prevail. —Kraynox

Let the idiots bicker. They fancy themselves immortal but they’ll all be dead soon enough, and all the dead of this plane belong to me. Maybe once that happens, I’ll expand beyond this rotting vault. —Geth

(He chuckles darkly.) The resistance from red Phyrexians in the Oxidda is almost nonexistent. Urabrask, too, cowers in fear of my approach. —Azax-Azog

Even the Mother of Machines seeks the services of my Coven, even if she would never admit it in the light of day. The porcelain missionaries come and discreetly pay for our services. Our knowledge grows by the day; my spies have seen every inch of the Fair Basilica. —Vraan

The Destroyer comes. It is inevitable. The praetors brood in their bastions, but I alone sense it: the impending doom of Phyrexia from within. I welcome it! Let Phyrexia fall, and rise stronger from its ashes! It is foretold! —Thrissik