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My armour and blade began to burn my skin I cast them aside fearing for my very life I franticly searched the room eventually coming upon a new. I was not willing to die. there are somethings that the Nine may not take... I stealed myself and left. when I eventually found my way to an exit goblins began to make their way toward me and then... I do not recall, when I awoke I was sat on a pile of the dead, their stench hung pungently in my nose.