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Come, traveller, lean in and let me tell you how I defeated the lizardmen guardians of the Temple of Scales. The air was clammy that evening. Humid, heavy with the jungle heat, and we'd fought the lizardmen to within an inch of our lives. Our priest's magic was exhausted, our warrior's armour worn down and I, for reasons too complex to explain just now, had completely forgotten how to walk. The lizardmen bore down on us, their forked tongues flicking.
Then, just as all seemed lost, I loosed a spell that hurled our foes into the air, tossing them across the battlefield to land wherever fate chose. The lizardmen flew far, giving us time to catch our breath. Fate chose for us, that day, though it's not always been such a kindly mistress...
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