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Media: graphite "In the time it took for the Wood Elf to gain her footing, a ranger appeared inside the undead circle with them. The dark and enigmatic figure crouched behind the prone necromancer, a clump of the man's hair held firmly in his grasp. With a blur of movement, a dagger appeared in the ranger's hand, its blade resting against the necromancer's jugular. 'Call them off,' came the ranger's muttered words from beneath the brim of his shadowing hat." ~ From "The Pact Of Zeranon" by D. Edward Bowen Prints: N/A
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