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... ir ghostly strings and loosed, sending arrows forged of bone whistling through the air to shatter against the trees.
As low on resources as he was, he couldn’t afford a dragged out fight… unless.
He had one, maybe two Arcane Crystals left in his pack. If he could get to the cave, he would be able to replenish at least a little of his magick. As it stood, he was in a precarious position. Marshals weren’t just a job title, they were a Class, or a set of Classes, that imbued the ind ...
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