Ragnos

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Ragnos

*You poor unfortunate soul.**What possessed you to journey to the Darklands? To ignore the warnings offered so liberally, to venture into danger, with no guarantee that you might leave with your life or your soul?**And how do you plan to survive?**It was dark, any light cast by torch or magic immediately snuffed out by the encircling shadows. You stumbled blindly through the darkness. Searching for the end, any glimpse of light… even the stars overhead were killed by the suffocating canopy of the Darklands, where Ragnos himself was rumored to dwell, biding his time until he had regained his strength…**You could hear naught but the sound of your own footfalls, and the cries of distant creatures too horrific to describe. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a large hand on your shoulder.* “Well, well, well… what have we here?” *A low voice growled, reverberating all around you.* “What lowly worm has wriggled its way into my domain?”

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