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In a city of cowards, a shady man waits

Ladies in powder, selling off dates

sweet fruit for the harvest

At excellent rates

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A man from the mountain, looking for gold

A plan hatched by the fountain, for treasures of old

Artifacts for the harvest
By adventurers bold
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Head to the bay, where privateers rest

A Captain to challenge in combat and best

And the crew wanted more than just gold in a chest

And these men had an excellent plan

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To ascend the dead hills, where the steppe nomads dance

And portend what they will, from a drug-induced trance

Rescue innocents captured to finish a plan

By a sinister man, who works so he can

Talk to Gods never dying, but dreaming

And scheming and trying to bring dust to the land
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Run rugged, Give all, There’s Lives on the line

Roads flooded, give stall, but they strive through the Brine

A Pursuit to the tower

Arriving on Time

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The robed madman stands, dagger in hand

But cannot withstand, the mountainous man,

From the mountains who landed and ended the plans

To bring old gods and chaos, turn castles to sand

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They returned and commanded the gate to be sealed

Renew the old deals, give the world time to heal

Keep the gate locked, and maintain the zeal

For a world still in shock is an excellent meal

For chaos and madness, which must be repealed

By trial and error, and belief in the real

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