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- So it is settled – said the Magmar mage as he opened the door. It was dark outside the inn and the clouds made the late November afternoon as dark as an Arctic night.
- Nothing is settled puny Magmar. Nothing at all. We might be of the same blood but we are far from equal. – The mighty warrior looked into his glass – The time has come to unite the tribes. The time has come for gather our forces.
- It will be hard, as every beginning is, but I am sure you will manage.
The full moon was shining over the Chion Mountains making Hell’s Pass a desirable location for couples in love. But love was the last thing in the mind of the young mage. Read more... |
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