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The Lore of Robbert of Torment Manor

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As the sun rises on a warm vernal morning, a breeze blows swiftly over the stately gray towers of Torment Manor.

Shrieks of a freshly risen Mandril can be heard by Goblin both large and small. It awakens them, and they prepare for a new day of untold horrors and unending revelry.

Upon the highest tower is Robbert. He stands with a bottle of Rune beer in hand, and the skull of his greatest enemy adorning his head. He is just as quick to share a drink as he is to remove a limb, and it is known by everyone in the Manor.

A strong Chieftain, who loves a round of beer as much as a round in the dungeons. Many a foe arrived at Torment Manor never to return home, but many a friend tell tales of extravagant galas that lasted many days. Robbert rules under the Rune of Omega, letting all of his adversaries know if they cross him it will be their last mistake.

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