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Mithrandir McTwitch
Striding outward towards his foemen the mysterious elf drew his blade, a runed sword ornately carved with words of power, and prepared to charge into the borknagers, when he realised what they were, and dropped into the fetal position crying like a small child, gripping his sword and rocking on the ground. Amidst the whimpering of the scarred elf could be heard "Not again... please by the grace of Milwahn, not again..."
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