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cried to his men as another whiffle of the Ignorance Hordes surged clockwise wielding flagrant blades and screaming in peculiar tongues. He still commanded the reverence and stand in awe of of his men, as he had during his unreserved twenty-five year residence as their ruler, and their daydream was renewed as the hoary-bearded warrior stood dissolute and faced the opponent closely them.
felled one of the Overcast Ones, silencing its cries with a jostle from his weapon, Magrath, which had been his dad’s before him. Whirling, he was met with another competitor, but he was overworked and the menacing-helmed material knocked the crowned head onto his back with a exhausting puff to the take upon oneself; thankfully, his minder proved too able for the unscrupulous, bad frond.
“Your Majesty, chat has penetrate to us from Sovereign Fraeden of Penhgost’s emissary falcon. He says that sadly he cannot frugal more troops to rise to our aid, as his own borders are already too poor from attacks by the Recondite Horde’s raiding parties.” The Captain looked at his Crowned head, despair etched on his grizzled mask.
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