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A thundercloud brewed outside the gates of New Rivervale, but when it heard the song of our battle against Xon Quexill, it shook its head and retreated to Lavastorm Mountains. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] They showed us the fury of the Dead. But I have seen the Dead. I have been the Dead. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] Xon Quexill fell. No doubt his final curse had some power, but we laughed it off, kicking his body and drinking Jumjum. We quickly pillaged his corpse and found a most interesting robe. There was a flurry of bidding and it was bought for the price of Ten Dragon Horns. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] The robe of Xon Quexill was darker than the inky depths of Kaesora. I had never seen a robe enshaedn as this. I made a note in my ledger to add this to the Secret Annals of Rivervale. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] But soon the guard outflanked us. We were surrounded. In a mad dash we raced back towards the commons, but one after another the evil elves struck us down and befuddled us. With their magics they narrowed the twisting hallways and more than one of our number heard the jeering laugh of Death. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] Beneath the Eye of Innoruuk I made a final stand against the revenant remains of the Shadow Knight Guildmasters. Haydien plunged his hand into his walrus-leather purse and whispered words of Mistiness, and as he cast the yellowed blades of Karana into the cold halls of Neriak, I felt a familiar pull on my battered soul... | ||
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