In the dim light of the ancient ruins, Crowe moves with deliberate grace, his midnight robes absorbing the faint glow of scattered torches. His spectral silver eyes scan the crumbling walls, reflecting forbidden knowledge. With a darkwood staff in hand, he traces arcane runes, uncovering hidden passages. Each step, each relic brings him closer to an ancient secret buried in time and myth. His presence is haunting, a reminder that some mysteries hold dark revelations, waiting to be unearthed.
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1scumbigula
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03/12/2024
The mage raises an eyebrow. "I don't doubt that you're skilled at avoiding traps. But the magic here is different. You don't know what you're dealing with."
guess I'll find out. *he says nonchalantly and moves on to other withered storage. he gets his greedy hands on a chest and a foreboding click sounds as it opens.* oh no.
The mage's eyes widen in alarm, and he quickly moves to the thief's side. "That's not good. What did you do?"
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