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Cutest skull ornaments ever. And it took my a while to realize it's a goddamn citra.
"...for years, Nightgank Lugosi was just an ordinary Bad Knight, a former champion of Gooddom dragged screaming into the unholy indentured servitude of the Leech King by the powers of Corruption. Over the years, this disillusioned, fallen, tormented, anguished turncoat had grown increasingly more disillusioned, losing the last vestiges of his foul faith in his vile Master, and little by little, he was Corrupted back, with the culminating one-night-soul-saving-affair with the fair Missionary of Good causing him to re-join the glorious hosts of Good, led by the good Sir Goodwin and his Good Crusaders, hailing from the now defiled and festering provinces of the once beautiful capital city of Goodwind.
And now, the chilling, pungent poison of the Corruption has began seeping into his flayed soul once more, and his ravaged mind became less stout and firm by the night. He stands now on the deathly slippery slopes of the Frostcrest glacier, and struggles with the remnants of his fading might to keep himself from giving in to the irresistible allure of the Corruption that beckons him to transgress the dread precipice he once crossed. Twice."
"...for years, Nightgank Lugosi was just an ordinary Bad Knight, a former champion of Gooddom dragged screaming into the unholy indentured servitude of the Leech King by the powers of Corruption. Over the years, this disillusioned, fallen, tormented, anguished turncoat had grown increasingly more disillusioned, losing the last vestiges of his foul faith in his vile Master, and little by little, he was Corrupted back, with the culminating one-night-soul-saving-affair with the fair Missionary of Good causing him to re-join the glorious hosts of Good, led by the good Sir Goodwin and his Good Crusaders, hailing from the now defiled and festering provinces of the once beautiful capital city of Goodwind.
And now, the chilling, pungent poison of the Corruption has began seeping into his flayed soul once more, and his ravaged mind became less stout and firm by the night. He stands now on the deathly slippery slopes of the Frostcrest glacier, and struggles with the remnants of his fading might to keep himself from giving in to the irresistible allure of the Corruption that beckons him to transgress the dread precipice he once crossed. Twice."
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