Learn ye well, Blades, the onus of lordship
Note ye Blades how the burden of lordship doth cause even the faithful Malcolm to buckle?
Be ye nary so quick, then, to wring your hands at Maglor`s madness.
Though true-hearted Grimbergen doth, as yet, stand unbent by the curse of the amulet, know ye that, in time, he too will succumb.
Anon, another from our ship of fools will be cast into the stormy sea of lordship, for the salvation of the good people of Esirup.
Note ye well the toll it hath taken, ere you take up the chalice:
Mad Maglor raves. Malcolm Gray spits venom and attacks with hatred. Valiant Grimbergen casts his eyes heavenward, noble heart in anguish.
And yet, Fate holds forth an empty throne on the dais of greatness. Dare ye Blades ascend the steps?
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