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In a pitless realm, rank with sulfur and bloodshed, a horned monster lords over a mulched battlefield atop a serpent as large as a mountain range. As they stand over eviscerated earth and red mist, the beast heading the titan looks to burned skies and celebrates in wake of its overwhelming deeds, not truly dead. "KYAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!"

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4 minutes ago, femurlord said:

In a pitless realm, rank with sulfur and bloodshed, a horned monster lords over a mulched battlefield atop a serpent which casts shadows over destroyed mountain ranges. As they stand over eviscerated earth and red mist, the beast heading the titan looks to burned skies and celebrates in wake of its overwhelming deeds, not truly dead. "KYAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!"


 

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A demon adorns a pirate hat. Ready to test the metal of all that chased this prize, whilst cutting a piece for itself. After all, these adventurers would come well equip...

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Tiderippa walks amongst his raguk district, working upon a weapon of elven make. A goblin approached and screeched to him of the news, and Tiderippa offered a smile.
"BRRAHRHAHRHARHAR! GATHA DA MEN! WE GO EAST!"
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[!] an elven captain smiles as he reads the first missive "Once you plagued my mind, now your gold will plague my pockets, shinji. RAISE UP ANCHOR! GET US UNDERWAY!"

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The Grand King's gaze hardens, a hand motioning to the Grand Marshal Snaer. 

 

"Prepehr deh Lettle Man." he says as he works on carving a new Body of a Golem.

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Somewhere in Numendil, a dwarf shudders as his eyes pass over the riddle.

"Even 'en his death 'e still managed t'haunt me with 'es shite..." He would mumble, "Though... perhaps this 'es an opportunity given unto meh by Yemekar 'imself?"

The Dwarflord hummed, drawing a hand across his beard.

"Et might be time fer th'  Red Lich t'pay fer his longstanding grudge against th' Silverbraids - Fer moi maiming..."

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