| rdfs:comment | - On death As the ancient mage collapses into viscera and rot, it groans, "His Eternal Splendor will return to deal with your insignificant race!" As it collapses into a mass of bone and rot, the ancient mage mutters, "Your triumph against the Hopeslayer will be laughably short-lived. Do not grow too comfortable in this world, as it will soon be reclaimed by its true masters. His Eternal Splendor still broods in his citadel!" As it collapses into a mass of bone and rot, the ancient mage mutters, "Your triumph against the Hopeslayer will be laughably short-lived. Do not grow too comfortable in this world, as it will soon be reclaimed by its true masters. The Steward merely bides her time in Chalicmere!" As it collapses into a mass of bone and rot, the ancient mage mutters, "Faugh!
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| abstract | - On death As the ancient mage collapses into viscera and rot, it groans, "His Eternal Splendor will return to deal with your insignificant race!" As it collapses into a mass of bone and rot, the ancient mage mutters, "Your triumph against the Hopeslayer will be laughably short-lived. Do not grow too comfortable in this world, as it will soon be reclaimed by its true masters. His Eternal Splendor still broods in his citadel!" As it collapses into a mass of bone and rot, the ancient mage mutters, "Your triumph against the Hopeslayer will be laughably short-lived. Do not grow too comfortable in this world, as it will soon be reclaimed by its true masters. The Steward merely bides her time in Chalicmere!" As it collapses into a mass of bone and rot, the ancient mage mutters, "Faugh! Human, ever do your people play the pawns. First you unwittingly served the Hopeslayer, and then you banished him at the direction of others..."
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