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Ancient tool, new purpose
Tailor-made
Real men don't need a map
Respect for the dead
Played with fire
Don't burn yourself out
Psychological warfare
I kill dead people
He knows what they did last era
Solitary
Lords and Judges
God is dead
Way of the rogue
Faith is weakness
Way of the cleric
My private stash
Against all odds
Do unto others...
Whole world in his hands
Way of the warrior
Are you not entertained?
No one can hear you scream
I feel lucky
Two against one
Killing monsters
Shout at the gods
Harkyn collection
Treasure left alone
Not a question of can or can't
By the book
She was the last woman here
Go breaking my heart
I saw everything
Thousands of candles
Extra strong
Anger is a gift
Couldn't have done it myself
He who protect us
No time for losers
Human skull
This! Is! Keystone!
Fool of a Tuck
Strong with this one
All in
Seal the gate
Good with weapons
He speaks in riddles
The real Lords starts here
Only after Disaster
Hard shell, soft core
Now we're talking
Take my hand
Give him power
Myself again
It's bound to take your life
So that's a Lord!
Bookworm