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Endplace Northrend. The once-howling wasteland had grown eerily still as of late. A heavy, bone-chilling fog settled into the majority of the continent and the sky (when it could be seen) was equally bogged down with clouds thick with precipitation. The whole of Northrend took on a quiet, lonely, graying look for the coming event. Zanik trudged through the ankle deep snow that marked a thin path through the foggy wilderness. The snow itself was a darker gray then the waist-high banks on either side of the path—this wEndplace
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(o_o) Slimes are our friends!
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If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate.
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(o_o) Slimes are our friends!
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It's all just a dream...
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