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Game Update #52 |
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Monument and Might |
I shall now recite Fickle Fate, a ditty once sung by Skeletal Jesters within the Field of Bone.
Troll, men, elf and gnome. None of them wish to be dust and bone. Long they've tried and far they've seeked all to stop being turned to meat. Life they desire for eternity, control of their own mortal destiny. Undeath, uncorked is all they find, unless you believe the burynai.
As told by Elna Tsernin