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The Vanquishing Act of Nigh
Down
I see a large, dark, Gothic building before me. There is a demonic looking Gargoyle under the ceiling, overhanging the large portal.
The stairs are cut out of dark, black stone. I hear a foreboding echo of my steps as I walk down.
As I enter the building, the sky is dark, brooding and utterly forbidding. Maybe I had little choice, stepping down the stairs to the heavy oaken door, pushing it open and hasting in, before pulling the door down over myself.
Since I just entered the building from the dark street, I wear a mate black coat with a coarse cape hanging down my back and shrouding my body. I walk in heavy, warlike knee-high boots. A darkly ornate steel mask overt my face in order to conceal my identity and protect myself against any open to grasp for a poor soul on the street.
The hall is dark, Spartan and decorated in garish Gothic style, lit with only two torches to the left.
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The stairs are cut out of dark, black stone. I hear a foreboding echo of my steps as I walk down.
As I enter the building, the sky is dark, brooding and utterly forbidding. Maybe I had little choice, stepping down the stairs to the heavy oaken door, pushing it open and hasting in, before pulling the door down over myself.
Since I just entered the building from the dark street, I wear a mate black coat with a coarse cape hanging down my back and shrouding my body. I walk in heavy, warlike knee-high boots. A darkly ornate steel mask overt my face in order to conceal my identity and protect myself against any open to grasp for a poor soul on the street.
The hall is dark, Spartan and decorated in garish Gothic style, lit with only two torches to the left.
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“Ah!”“Ah!”
Oh!