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It begins...
The pain. The sweet pain. I haven't felt this alive in centuries. The Dagger of Nordath is buried deep into my right shoulder. Where did they find it? It's poison is coursing through my body. Ah, the pain. They think it's poison can kill me. They think a centuries old dagger with a little Dark Elf poison can kill me? All it's doing is giving me some much needed pleasure. I am Eurynome, Eater of the Dead. The fools. I will rip their heads off and drink their souls. Then I will savor every bite of their flesh. How can these humans think they can accomplish something that the whole races of Dwarves and Elves could not. How did they find me in the first place? And where did they find this Dwarven piece of metal tainted with Dark Elf poison? I will have to find me a new flesh vessel. Then I will hunt these arrogant humans. But that can wait for later. Let me enjoy this wonderful pain for a while. I'm trembling with excitement thinking of the pain when I pull this dagger out. Let's stretch this out a little. *beautiful smile* *more to come* Dad
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