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For riches found in mighty bulk, they duel the deadly umberhulk. To battle balors bringing blood, firing arrows like no man could. Giving grief to goblin kings, to go and loot their shiny things. Lord of Seventh Circle slain, because there is some gold to gain. Along the road the warriors went, to seige war on the hated Zhent. The sun rose red the following day, in light of where dead bodies lay. |