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"Draka's Death
Many years ago there was a great and mighty witchunter, of the cat-race. He became the biggest and brightest Crimson Flame to shine in many ages. Fearless was he in the slaying of the great and many demon-sent magi that roamed the earth, as well as fending off soulless demons that threatened our realm, as they first did on that black day in Jurard. This is the sad tale of his last days. Many times he was found to travel in the valley of Arlysia, known for the famous library which kept any book it found to be sacred and treasured. Peace was well known through the valley, and what monsters he found were vanquished by his quick use of the blade, which was forged for him by the finest smiths
of the Order. One day a great and malevolent kai demon using the name Enigma Lord fell upon the valley with great and sudden ferocity, using his black arts he scorched many farms and slain any who would lie in his wake. Refuges of his wrath by the hundreds fled into the town many counts of the deadly force with which the motherless mystic did use to kill any who he saw. Brandishing his great blade Draka begin his hunt for the fiend, going to all corners of the valley until he found him deep in the heart of the Blackwood Forest. The kai one quaked and shook from the raw and righteous fury which had consumed Draka.
"Bow now for your purification!" Draka did say. Black was the cackle that left the lips of the Enigma and he spit upon the feet of Draka. Vengeful and furious did Draka become and he struck at the Engima Lord, his blade shining in the afternoon sun. Fearful was the mystic, for he could see his death in the blade of the inquisitor, even so he dodged many of the swings from Draka, and counter attacked with swift punches, and kicks. The battle waged all through the forest, the mystic fleeing like

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a sick dog, and Draka upon him like a kingly lion. Finally he was cornered on the western shore of the Arlysian Lake, and Draka did strike the blow that felled the wicked lord. So mighty was the blow that the lord was thrown into the lake, turning it crimson with his last drops of blood. Draka, himself heavily wounded did return to the township, where he was greeted by great any many cheers. Delirious from the pain he did accept the kindness of a shawled old woman, who gave him water. Drank it did he, and only realizing as the last drop hit his tongue that it was poison which he consumed. Gazed did Draka at the Engima Lord who was the cowled old woman, using darkest treachery to have his revenge upon the inquisitor. With the last strength of his hand, Draka swung his mighty blade, cleaving the head of the Enigma, before
himself dying from the poison which he had unknowingly drank.

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