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Almost Ten Against The Dark Sorceress

I followed, from a safe distance, of course, as the warriors and wizards of the Parlinon Company stormed the mountainside fortress. First, we met the orcs, the foul smelling creatures bearing their rusty blades, that streamed out from holes in the walls. They were killed easily by sword, axe, fireball and lightning bolt, as I witnessed…

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