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Iris Dreamer
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what a jolly ideah.
well, think.
The mighty hero stode upon the battle field, slaughtering all who came berore him with his quicksilver blade, given him by the king of the elves. the weapon screamed its fury as it lashed out, thirsting for blood like the first great predators of the world. the hero's opponents scattered and fled rather than face his great blade, and he stood at last facing their leader, the witch queen of the gnolls.
she flung a great spear of thunder at him, and the blade of his weapon flexed to wipe it from the sky. he gave a terrible battlecry as he charged the foul weng, and no sooner did he so, than she drew her rather ordinary looking blade and defended herself. as the blades met, the heros weapon of death gave a last cry of defiance, and was unrought from the world in a flash of flames and the moaning of reality. the gnoll matriarch stood over the blinded warrior, and smote him down.
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