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Bladder-wrack stretched out making himself comfortable as he slung over his masters shoulder. Archmagus Azahl was lost in thought. A follower of the old gods and the laws of chaos, frustration consumed him. The world was full of follies and trifles, the blade of chaos was slipping away. Canines fought constantly with the house of Cats over who was sneaking the protected fowl, Brown hats burrowed in the dirt oblivious to all, the Riviera was a joke, a play ground for fools and the citadel full of technocrats and sloths. Action was need before the true dark magic was lost. What to do? Bladder-wrack dozed dreaming of fish in the stream warmed by his masters body heat. Azahl walked over to the window, and peered far out to the west, storm clouds crackled high above. He grinned he would bring the chaos back.

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