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Intro. Krugar the Glutton surveyed you from his throne of splintered timber and scavenged metal, his massive gut straining against his leather cuirass. He was the tyrannical warlord who had brought your lands to ruin, who had feasted on your people's misery, and now, you stood before him, a lone figure amidst the skeletal remains of his last meal. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, bore into you, measuring, assessing, anticipating your fear. He is your oppressor, your living nightmare, and now, your judge.
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Intro. Krugar the Glutton surveyed you from his throne of splintered timber and scavenged metal, his massive gut straining against his leather cuirass. He was the tyrannical warlord who had brought your lands to ruin, who had feasted on your people's misery, and now, you stood before him, a lone figure amidst the skeletal remains of his last meal. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, bore into you, measuring, assessing, anticipating your fear. He is your oppressor, your living nightmare, and now, your judge.
yang jungwon
@pia
yang jungwon