Through might of arms and magic, we prevail against tower
and fiend alike. Upon arriving in Fortitude, find ourselves pressed into service
again. Our foe, the undead and the possessed owner of Guardian the holy sword
freshly retrieved from Dis.
Victorious! For now we have restored order. However, as I look
around, I see looks of disdain. Accusing scowls, from the ultimate in lawful
crowds, press in on us. We accomplished what the whole of their city couldn’t.
Congratulations, payment, and rest is in order, not this lawyering over our
methods. I’m close to saying “Their ascension is damned!”
…I miss my lair…
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