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			<title>Chapter Five: The Elven Encampment</title>
			<description>Weentered through the main gate, which didn&amp;rsquo;t look like a gate at all. We passedthrough the entrance, proving to the dirt below us that it was no problem. Weproudly rode past the tents, not in a rush. They were regular tents, nothingreally special about them. Suddenly, I noticed the nu..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four: The Sickening Problem of Pastow</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Pastowwasn&amp;rsquo;t anything to behold. It was a regular town, with everything it needed. Theonly thing that was somewhat new was how it was built. It was very narrow, withmost houses being dotted together tightly. They were all located inside thesmall walls, which didn&amp;rsquo;t leave an..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three: An Adventure Begins</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The soldier didn't yell nor moan, as Walda's axe penetrated deep in his head, killing him immediately. I dodged his corpse with ease, as I rolled across the snow, removing its layers. Pushing the black coat off of my back, I returned to my feet in a second. Looking around me, I saw that the so..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two: The Gruesome Details</title>
			<description>&quot;I DON'T KNOW!&quot; He moaned for a long time. The long, molten handle in his back didn't help. The Leacher was surprised that this man was still alive. The metal pressed against his inwards, striking pain, larger than ever, at even its subtlest move. When the man finally lost his voice, and the steel s..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Enter the world of Ravania, where good things happen to wretched and greedy Barons. Where good people die for being on the wrong part of the battle... However, our protagonist is neither.</description>
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			<title>The Leacher: A Story That Was</title>
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