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loginThey say the mask came from the far lands. Past the elk herders, past the barren white wastes. In a yurt whose pole held the night sky itself aloft. It was not forged, but struck from cold iron that had never seen a flame. It carried a weight beyond its seeming size.
Passed from hand to hand, it trickled south. Eventually a warrior of Calradia found the war mask. Odd, the face of it. Not fearsome, like others he had seen. It was more fearful, impossibly twisted in agony. Still, for the price he paid the thing must surely offer some protection in battle...?
The second it fell upon his head, the warrior was under its spell. His arms moved against his will, slaying friend and foe alike. Weeping blood from the eye-sockets of the mask, the warrior cleaved one hundred and nineteen men into pieces, his blade whistling through the air faster than an arrow.
After the last body fell, he continued his unearthly blade dance. A trumpet from the heavens blared, and the warrior fell among his victims with no wound to be seen on his person.
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