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... ark clearing lit only by the campfire underneath a large, black cauldron. Dozens more had been dispatched on a suicide mission against the walls of Rowan Keep as they were resurrected. They all wore bits of broken, mismatched, shoddily made armor, the last bits from the wagon of goods brought to supply the Alchemarx mercenaries. Dying and resurrecting over and over lost a lot of gear. One of them, Murtekis the Red, hadn't bothered at all and was only wearing a pair of ragged burlap pants and a s ...
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