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The Iron Crown
Like lambs to the slaughter...
Our equipment polished to a mirror finish...
Our techniques sharpened to a razor's edge...
The tavern my Ancestor once saw...
The abbey my Ancestor once knew...
Only masterful technique will suffice in battle...
Restored to its former glory...
Two years of this...
Gnawing hunger sets in...
That'll do, pig...
We return to the worms of the earth...
Watch your step...
Blocked from life...
Valiant sacrifice...
Sentimental relics from our forefathers...
Strict Mode
Caretaker
Victory, such as it is...
In such haste...
Lone survivor
World End
In Sheep's Clothing
Les Jeux Son Faits
Just the Cheque
Her Last Dance
The Red Hook
Zealous Accusation
A Taste Of Madness
A Merciful Act
Beyond The Infinite
Ashes To Ashes
There Are No Words
The end of the first year...
Only the finest equipment will endure this torment...
A team of hardened veterans...
Darkest sentinels...
We all return to dust...
A true champion emerges...
A grueling adventure comes to a close...
More blood soaks the soil...
A terrifying figure emerged from the darkness...
Encouragement...
Twisted and about to break
The first evil to fall...
It takes more than brawn...
The price we pay for sanity...
I've seen every corner of this ruined land...
A collection of treasured antiques...
A killer of striking force and wit...
And our training begins...
A strenuous adventure comes to a close...
What is already Dead Cannot Die
Weeding out the weak...
No retreat, no quarter...
A rumination, a prayer, and a confession...
A drink, a hand, and a companion...
The stresses were unbearable...
The first of many victories...
The first of many has fallen...
Discretion, my old friend...
A sobering visit with the departed...
Welcome home...