"As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of Willowdale, emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer.
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Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt, weakening the body and saddening the heart.
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Ultimately they will become empty, mindless spectres; stripped of will and soul, only their thirst for freedom gives them hunger for vengeance..."
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Silence shrouds the forest
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As the birds announce the dawn
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Three trav'llers ford the river
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And southward journey on
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The road is lined with peril
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The air is charged with fear
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The shadow of his nearness
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Weighs like iron tears
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The Necromancer I. Into The Darkness
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