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As the combatants were gathering together under the banner of the Keldorn's Order to attempt another assasination on the Modding Mage of Ironworks...they failed to remember that such a public mentioning of his name and their intents would undoubtedly be heard by his many spies. Or,maybe they knew it would be, and awaited for his appearance. The Mad Mage saw no reason to make them wait, any longer, if that was their game.
"Greetings, fair folk! I have heard thine intentions, and have come to bid thee...Good luck!. Yet, I must ask...What brings you to arms against me in the upcoming dramatic event? Have I slain one of your own, or stolen that which is precious in thine eyes?"
The people gathered were astonished and angered that He who is Mad should dirty their sacred home with his fithy footsteps. They scowled and thought to throw things at him, but withheld for a moment, wondering if they should give him a reply.
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