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| Trivor 19, 1327A |
"When mistress Brin thought she could contain me no longer, the wild mage returned from a nearly year-long sojourn. Jandor Firelight."
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| Trivor 23, 1327A |
"I ran to the ramparts to watch a frightening sight. The dragon was enormous, with the tip of his tail being out of bowshot from the beast's nose." |
| Cal 2, 1327A |
"Behind us, out of the fire, flew half a dozen ogremai. Swooping down from above us, they attempted to catch up to us, but we had the lead." |
| Cal 20, 1327A |
"Sandrimos did his best to prevent us from interrupting Decatur's spell, and the dwarven mercenaries... were now undead." |
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