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...Those were mirrors! It seemed that the wierd potion Lord Draklor had concocted had a negative side effect: ot caused him to mutate, and the more sinister his intentions were in his heart, the more gruesomely disfigured he became!
The sight of his own reflection was too much for him to bear, so jumping out of the nearest window, Lord Draklor exiled himself from his country, into the land of Morgal, the land of the Barbarians...
Years later... |
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Lord Draklor, after single-handedly defeating hordes of fighters, eventually became their venerated Warrior King. He is now dressed in titanium armour, a black asbestos robe and cape (he has to wear indestructable clothing for his almost indestructable body) and covering his unimaginalbly ghastly face with a gold plated titanium helmet. Lord Draklor is the tyranical ruler of Morgal. Bringing sinister order to the chaos of Morgal, he sits on his throne in his fortress hall, clutching his long titanium torch scepter. He schemes to conquer the Divided Land and claim Queen Llixy as his bride. With his numerous army of loyal roughneck warriors, Lord Draklor has become agrowing threat to not just the Divided Land, but to Ameropesia as a whole.
The only hope of defeating this monstrous menace, is to somehow take advantage of Lord Draklor's fear of his reflection. It has been discovered that if Lord Draklor sees is reflection for just a few seconds, he will lose all his super powers and become vulnerable just like any other man. A way must be found to defeat L.D. if freedom and justice is to prevail! |
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