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The sky darkens to a black pitch, overhead a vortex forms, oddly windless it touches down to earth with a deafning roar. As the vortex abates, a figure stands clothed in black. Unworldly black armor is formed to a tall imposing figure of indeterminate age. Over each shoulder peakes on silver sword hilt, and over the other a hilt of the deepest black. In his hand a spear blinding bluish white.
A voice carrying all the threat of coming hurricane in the distance echoes over the plain
"Doubly met"
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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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