This is a travesty. These elfs and haflings will never get grow up, they will never have a sweetheart, nor recieve their first kiss. They will never drink their first mug o'Tumyp's tonic, nor will never get drunk and /dance the night away. They were killed in the dawn of their life. I pray to Brell for their immortal souls and wish them luck in the afterlife. May it be an easier life then the one they hath endured.
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May their slayers souls rot in eternal firewall hellfire. Amen.
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