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Hordes of slavering orcs close in. You're tired, battered and bruised, but far from beaten. You grip your heavy sword tightly, and blink at the sweat in yoru eyes. You're all that stands between the goodly folk of the village, and a curtain of eternal night. And going quietly isn't your style.
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