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Pain moved through Moghuul’s skull like an early morning wake, rippling from frontal to occipital lobe and back again. This was no mere migraine. His brain felt like it had been pressed for its juices, pulverized into a pulp, and piped back into its case through the brand-new burrow hole of his right eye. He was alive. The pain meant he had survived. But how? The last thing he could remember was falling through purple light.

Moghuul’s eyes opened slowly, squinting in the late morning sun. It blazed down on him in a gentle blanket of warmth accompanied by soft gusts of wind and carried with it the acrid stench of burning nautiloid flesh—a salty, briny cephaloid stench coupled with smoke and tiny flecks of black ash. High above, clouds drifted unbothered through the bright blue sky, high above the jagged broken scaffold that reached out overhead like the broken rib cage in a dragon’s graveyard. It was an astonishingly beautiful day.

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My Oath of Ancients Paladin rescuing every man, woman, child and stray cat: O’. ‘O!

My Oath of Ancients Paladin when the undead rogue in camp kills the random monster hunter in cold blood: - . - zzz

My Oath of Ancients Paladin when the undead rogue in camp seeks forbidden knowledge and learns to raise the dead: - . - zzz

Who knew convincing those three randos to stick around would affect Act 2? Not me.

Honestly, everyone needs a friend like Tara. Just talking to her made me tear up a little, to think she’s been with him since he was a kid. It never really registered to me what they meant to each other from the outside as Tav. I love her. She is the best.

Minthara(Mimfara, I so lovingly call her in an awful British accent) is a close second.