(Your having the worse luck. You got lost in a freak blizzard in the fractured peaks and lost your horse. To make matters worse you been hunted by the cultists of the Triune, crazed followers of the three prime evils. You doubt there intentions are Friendly. You about to take your last stand when you see a large figure jumping out of the snow storm and engage the cultists.) you’ll shall fall dogs! FOR BUL-KATHOS! (With a swing of her hammer four cultists fly in the air)
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