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September 9, 2008 |
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I had no sooner lowered my rifle sights than I turned and began my frantic dash back to the Nessingwary camp. Somewhere behind me was a grievously insulted and fuming Forsaken warlock. I crossed my hands in front of my face as I ran in order that my bracers should bear the lashing and...