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A starving Lord Fredirigo entered into the Empire Of Death. Many mages whispered of this land of evil, a few short steps out of our reality. Indeed, a two mile spot in the Calamari Desert had been blasted into glass when a group of old magicians had stopped an invasion of the Empire. Many men had died there and it was rumored that many men still died there, their bodies found mutilated and half-consumed.
Lord Fred found himself in a small waiting room. There were multiple chairs covered in finely stiched fabric. A table covered with books sat in the middle of the room. On the other side, next to a beige door was a counter. Lord Fred was confused. This room and the counter and the place behind it was made with so many unfamilar materials!
Then a creature approached the counter from the other side. It's head was a blackened mess. It's eyes shone red. It sported blade-sharp tendrils instead of hair. A Dinoon! It hunted kids for sport!
Lord Fred drew his sword, then noticed something further odd. The Dinoon wore clothing! The style was unfamilar, but it was clean and well-pressed.
"What manner of insanity is this?" demanded Lord Fred.
"Welcome to the Empire Of Death." said the creature. A fly escaped from a hole on it's cheek. "How may I help you?"
"The Empire Of Death is filled with evil! Creature of all manner and sizes exsist in a blasted wasteland that smells of blood."
"Yes, yes they do. And what a taste it is." said the dinoon, ignoring the drawn weapon. "But organizing the evil, spearheading the invasions, granting more power to the lesser creatures, property management, arbritrating disputes, marriage, housing permits, boy do they pile up. Now the blasted wasteland has management. We're much better at evil that way. Now, what can I do for you?"
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Lord Fred asks about the wherabouts of the dragon.
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Lord Fred slays the foul creature.
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Lord Fred pauses for a second and chooses another course of action.
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