Placeholder: The Great Nema of Ruxa Koros, revered for beauty and power, wields ancient magic. Her eyes hold wisdom, robes shift magically, and hair cascades like midnight. Known for blue eggs symbolizing new beginnings, she commands respect and mystery. In the Fiend Folio, she is a Level 20 Sorcerer with divine knowledge and formidable abilities, a force to be reckoned with in the world of AD&D. The Great Nema of Ruxa Koros, revered for beauty and power, wields ancient magic. Her eyes hold wisdom, robes shift magically, and hair cascades like midnight. Known for blue eggs symbolizing new beginnings, she commands respect and mystery. In the Fiend Folio, she is a Level 20 Sorcerer with divine knowledge and formidable abilities, a force to be reckoned with in the world of AD&D.

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The Great Nema of Ruxa Koros, revered for beauty and power, wields ancient magic. Her eyes hold wisdom, robes shift magically, and hair cascades like midnight. Known for blue eggs symbolizing new beginnings, she commands respect and mystery. In the Fiend Folio, she is a Level 20 Sorcerer with divine knowledge and formidable abilities, a force to be reckoned with in the world of AD&D.

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