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{As gray traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky |
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The three travelers, men of |
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Willow dale emerge from the forest shadow |
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Fording the river dawn, they turn south |
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Journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the necromancer}{ |
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Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt |
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Weakening the body and saddening the heart |
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Ultimately they will become empty, mindless specters |
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Stripped of will and soul |
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Only their thirst for freedom gives them hunger for vengeance} |
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Silence shrouds the forest as the birds announce the dawn |
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Three travelers ford the river and southward journey on |
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The road is lined with peril, the air is charged with fear |
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The shadow of his nearness weighs like iron tears{ |
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Shreds of black cloud loom in overcast skies |
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The necromancer keeps watch with his magic prism eyes |
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He views all his lands and is already aware |
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Of the three helpless invaders trapped in his lair} |
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Brooding in the tower, watching over his land |
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Holding every creature helplessly they stand |
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Gaze into his prisms knowing they are near |
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Lead them to the dungeons, specters numb with fear |
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They bow defeated{ |
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Enter the |
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ChampionPrince |
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By-Tor appears to battle for freedom from chains of long years |
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The spell has been broken, the |
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Dark Lands are bright |
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The Wraith of the necromancer soars away in the night} |
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Stealthily attacking |
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By-Tor slays his foe |
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The men are free to run now from labyrinths below |
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The Wraith of necromancer, shadows through the sky |
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Another land to darken with evil prism eye |