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You feel an alien sense of anticipation. Anticipation. Excitement. Nervousness. Dread. The afternoon sun shines down, its rays broken only by the occasional wisp of cloud. What... (Tells): Rhyot tell…
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Oemeria says to you, "I have chocolates, Ser." Licking his lips, Blackscales, a drakt villager says, "I do love chocolate." Rhyot hurls a lance of Chaos toward Blackscales, a drak…
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