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*The grey-skinned humanoid’s milk-white eyes flicker with an eldritch power. Seated beside a vacant throne, a tome open across his lap, he looks in your direction. You’ve slain dozens of Duergar in your assault on the Kamorrhold, and while others come on with axes, growing larger as they charge, it’s the motion of a quill which sets your heart hammering. As the first rune is scribed, your eyes water. As the next is in place, your muscles burn. When the final glyph meets paper, your fate is sealed. The Duergar never forget a grudge...*
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