Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle, as she shouts, "You mark
yourself, Lyl, oh "brave" "Overlord" of Bloodloch, attacking children. It makes me wonder what,
exactly, you are competent to lord over."
The night sky is clear, and the stars twinkle like diamonds.
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle, as she shouts, "You're
fortunate so many of your citizens are already mindless, eh?"
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Mradu General Ezrax Innaya-Bouchard's voice resonates across the land, "Shh, I'm trying to sleep
here."
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Rogue Scholar, Clouser Arcan, The Unraveler's voice resonates across the land, ""Moirean" "please"
"shut" "up"."
Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle, as she shouts, ""Clouser"
"learned" "to" "do" "something" "other" "than" "tweak" ???"
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Rogue Scholar, Clouser Arcan, The Unraveler's voice resonates across the land, "Better to tweak then
to run which is what your known for."
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Abbot Xentor Innaya, Student of Balance's voice resonates across the land, "I thought you were even
more well known for that?"
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Cold and shrill, Omei, the Unfettered Nightmare's voice cries forth, "Shut up! I am trying to
sleep!"
Mradu General Ezrax Innaya-Bouchard's voice resonates across the land, "Tweakerology is one of our
skillsets, don't you know that?"
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Rogue Scholar, Clouser Arcan, The Unraveler's voice resonates across the land, "Xentor I only run
when you lack the courage to actually fight me when you are in my city as opposed to yanking me into
thirty guards."
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Clouser has died screaming in agony, a victim of the Unfettered Nightmare's madness.
You divine the location of this death as Amid darkness in Bloodloch.
(24197) Located within (Bloodloch.)
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Moirean's high-pitched voice is underpinned by a mischievous giggle, as she shouts, "Yes. My
reputation for happily accepting duels when offered, for fighting alone even against the odds, and
preferring to sit in my tent outside of city protection is a coward's mark - perhaps I "run" because
your attacks consistently involve odds of triple to more of my number, hmm?"