Wednesday, October 28, 2009
A fiery ball of death!
"Yes, nicely done Darvin." Beranhond exclaimed. He was starting to like this mischevious half-elf. "No mess, no death, and a ball of purifying flame. What we need you to do is get us the oil." Beranhond' mine was racing, calculating the amount of oil and the placement on the map. They would need to do some cleanup, but in general the plan should work to kill many of them.
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