"A coin from a nonexistent country... When Choral the Conqueror mastered Rostland, having claimed it for Brevo

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"A coin from a nonexistent country... When Choral the Conqueror mastered Rostland, having claimed it for Brevo
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"Saddled horses neigh and stomp their hooves — they cannot wait to travel distant lands, searching for the leg
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"I hear an elven flute. A joyful melody is being played in the main square — and passers-by cannot help but da
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"This is strange… I feel the traces of the rune magic of Thassilon, heavy spells of cyclopes, precise wizardry
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