Placeholder: The leader's voice swells with emotion as he continues, his words filled with hope and belief. "Ho! My people! Armed with the sling bow of his great-great-grandfather, my son Harpo, pride of his people, shall embark on this perilous journey. He will ascend the tower, overcoming any obstacle in his path. And when he reaches the top, he shall bestow upon the Fonga grace and good fortune, fulfilling the prophecy that has been passed down through generations!" The crowd erupts into cheers and applau The leader's voice swells with emotion as he continues, his words filled with hope and belief. "Ho! My people! Armed with the sling bow of his great-great-grandfather, my son Harpo, pride of his people, shall embark on this perilous journey. He will ascend the tower, overcoming any obstacle in his path. And when he reaches the top, he shall bestow upon the Fonga grace and good fortune, fulfilling the prophecy that has been passed down through generations!" The crowd erupts into cheers and applau

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The leader's voice swells with emotion as he continues, his words filled with hope and belief. "Ho! My people! Armed with the sling bow of his great-great-grandfather, my son Harpo, pride of his people, shall embark on this perilous journey. He will ascend the tower, overcoming any obstacle in his path. And when he reaches the top, he shall bestow upon the Fonga grace and good fortune, fulfilling the prophecy that has been passed down through generations!" The crowd erupts into cheers and applau

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The leader's voice swells with emotion as he continues, his words filled with hope and belief. "Ho! My people! Armed with the sling bow of his great-great-grandfather, my son Harpo, pride of his people, shall embark on this perilous journey. He will ascend the tower, overcoming any obstacle in his path. And when he reaches the top, he shall bestow upon the Fonga grace and good fortune, fulfilling the prophecy that has been passed down through generations!" The crowd erupts into cheers and applau
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ConceptSheet [by Boris Vallejo]: ranger and his broad sword with AD&D statistics
Elves were once a high-status race. But they kept their distance, rarely mingling with other races, and for that reason they were viewed as condescending of the beastlike creatures and the human folk alike. Perhaps that was their ultimate downfall, or maybe it was their perceived threat. The true reason was lost to history, and what remained was but a shadow of what they once were.
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[viking warrior] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.
Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, and against the man that is my fellow, saith the LORD of hosts: smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered: and I will turn mine hand upon the little ones.
[viking warrior] Who was I? Where was I?… The landscape was totally unknown to me, even my body was unfamiliar. What forces brought me here? I searched my mind for memories… There was something there, but it was too clouded… A name… I scanned the horizon. A distant structure rose out of the mists. As evening approached I came upon an enigmatic oasis with a fountain.
He guards those waters and those rivers, the horrible ferryman Charon, whose filthiness is frightening; on his chest falls a disheveled long white beard, flames gush from his eyes; a sordid cloak hangs from his shoulders, fastened with a knot: he himself steers his black boat with a hook, sets the sails and carries the dead in it, old now, but green and sturdy in his old age, as befits a god.
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