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As the orcish charge hit home, the only blood in the thread sprayed out in a fine red mist. There were no casualties as yet, and it seemed as if none would follow, for the Mage had withdrawn his presence.
The blood in the sky blended with the rainbow, and sent the hideous remains of the former lord Snowdale on a march, to find his gods which dwelt behind it.
And seeing that this episode had calmed, the elf, too, left the battlefield.
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