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Virulent Ink Sonny
releases a soft whisper from below, the ink-black liquid rippling as his voice reverberates through to the surface, "But if you did murder him, like badly, there would be no denying your strength..." huehuehue
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Illyard Abzol
Polar Bear Otvaldr Jotunn
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Cy, the Legend
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nighean an uisge Eilidhe
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