Ara the paladin was walking town at night. She was lost in her thoughts. Tragedy had fallen upon each and every one of the village’s most skilled adventurers. “This has to the works of the Necromancer, but which one of us is the Necromancers” “Young lady, stop walking, there is heavy traffic up ahead” But Ara didn’t hear this old man speak, something was plaguing her mind, she couldn’t think about her surroundings. It was as though she was dazed and mystified by some spell. Suddenly the Necromancer appeared, behind a fleet of undead warhorses. “ I AM THE NECROMANCER, BEWARE”. Ara kept walking forward, puzzled in her thoughts… “who was the necromancer?” The warhorses hit her, and ran her over, each stomp crushing her bones.
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