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Magic #57

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A figure stepped out of the mist clinging to the upper part of the mountainside, stubbornly resisting the sun's power.

"Apologies, brave adventurers. I should announce myself." The figure threw its arms wide, revealing bone clawed hands wrapped in parchment skin. "I am the Lord of Misery. His unholiness, Lord Marakel." It screeched before a withered arm swung about to point directly at the group. "And you are not only trespassing, but you have somewhat upset me by destroying my local forces. What the bloody hellfire are you doing on my mountain?!"

"Uh oh." Mumbled Skaran, quickly gathering his things.

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    Drew Martyn over 2 years ago

    Oh bugger! :(

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    Jeff Taylor over 2 years ago

    LOL 😁

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    Christopher over 2 years ago

    It's never good when your travels bring you in contact with someone who's had the title Lord of Misery bestowed upon them!

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    Jeff Taylor over 2 years ago

    Thanks, Christopher. :)

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    Marakel sounds like a right bundle of laughs! 💀

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