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[COLOR=sky blue]*Mourdor's body falls lifeless to the ground*
So, this is what...it's like to die...on the battlefield.
*Blood begins to fall out of Mourdor's mouth. Mourdor notices the three cowering under Alexander*
Hmmm...I guess Soul...is more powerful than...I.
*Mourdor's eyes close as a soft, cold rain begins to fall*[/COLOR]
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You will walk in fire, earth, water, and air, through temptation, and at last into despair and desolation.
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