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|BookName=The Traitors in White | |||
|LearnText=Allows you to learn the following dagger abilities: | |||
|ActiveSkill1=Painful Stabs | |||
|ActiveSkill2=Gaping Wound | |||
|ActiveSkill3=Deadly Trick | |||
|Description=Denunciatory, anticlerical plays are a sign of the times. After the outbreak of the crimson plague which affected the clerical estate the most, the rise of rumors about the sinful ways of the Church has become inevitable. | |||
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Revision as of 13:00, 9 October 2020
Description
| “ | The Traitors in White. | „ |
Effect
Allows you to learn the following dagger abilities:
Acquired From
Book content
Sir Elrich! Hubris suits you Poorly, the ringleader speaks, His dagger is at the girl's neck. "Where is your company? Your brothers in arms ran In fear from the Aeberholt's Scourge?" Sir Elrich draws his sword, Tosses the scabbard aside. He measures his foes up, And replies with a smirk:
"My company is finishing off The rest of your godless band. Put down your weapon, Or the Host be my witness, I'll end you." The leader laughs In his arrogance: "For your impudence
The first one to pay is the innocent.”
One slice, and the blood gushes out From the cut in the neck. The knight is blinded With fury, thirsting for payback. A bow Is barely drawn when sir Elrich Sends the archer's head flying WIth one swing. He charges at another. One by one in the chaos of battle The villains are bested.
Terror and fear. The Death is Approaching. The ringleader, Dastardly Treban, the Aeberholt's Scourge, In vain he raises his shield. With a short, feinted swing Sir Elrich's blade cuts at his arm, Then chops off his head.
At last the soldiers Arrive only to witness their lord Surrounded by corpses. And no Living soul has remained. Everything's still but the dying campfire.
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