Ciaran
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Firelight gleams on a sorcerer's bronze mask as he peers onto the scrying flames. "Ah," he says, "a man with the soul of a fallen dragon! Young and untried... this one will make a good slave." Gathering his magical appurtenances, the wizard steps into the fire and vanishes.
Ash'lon is surprised by the fiery appearance of the masked mage. "I challenge you," says the wizard, "to a duel of sorcery. And when I have defeated you, you shall be my slave."
Ash'lon is surprised by the fiery appearance of the masked mage. "I challenge you," says the wizard, "to a duel of sorcery. And when I have defeated you, you shall be my slave."
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