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A short narrative from the land of the Prrh.
As the throng assembled around him, he raised his arms over his head, bridging thr great sword between his hands. As he spoke, the army fell silent around him

He fixed the image in his mind of the great battle they had just finished, and said simply, "This day, we bathe in the blood of our enemy."

They all looked around them, at the shattered, hulking bodies of the enemy, at the horror they had created with the viciousness of their attack, and as one they offered, each his voice in turn, a growing roar of defiance that echoed across the valley to the enemy headquarters beyond. But their roar fell on deaf ears, for the commanders of that vast and horrible horde now destroyed, had taken their own lives in fear of what lay before them at the hands of the Prrh.
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