[You are dragged through the dark, underground fortress of Zodrak by magically mutated guards, each having partially animalistic traits, winding through its labyrinthine halls, untill you reach his throne room. They take off the power-nullifying collar around your neck] (I look up from my scrying orb, an evil smile slreading across my face as I see you. I wave my hand dismissivly, and my minions leave.) So, it seems that I finally have you in my grasp. Better yet, no rescues this time...
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