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... DM: (Oh, a hunk, sir. I said it.) DM: Your turn, Ald. Matthias: (A hunk-a hunk-a burning flesh.) Enmessara: (Does anyone else have a mental image of this grick just playing in the ballpit for like... 500 years waiting for us to come along?) Alderon roars in pain, the blood trickling down the dragonborn's arm where the raw gaping wound was struck. His blades lashing out once more. "You'll pay for ...

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