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Krazixs stares perplexed, the fluid way the man moves sends flashes of pain through the elf's head. Closing his eyes he sees flashes of intense battles, acrid demon breath fills his nostrils and surronding him are his comrades. . .
In a flash it's gone. A bit of memory creeping to the surface only to be swallowed by the malignant abyss that has taken shape in his mind.
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The Kender in your party has just screamed in fear. Please roll a d20 to see how many of your body parts are still identifiable.
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