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Floating from the Crossroads on the tongues of travellers and adventurers; towards the various inns in taverns in Sundren City come whispers of a pale dark-clad man with stretched features, a grim skull-like visage and a taste for death.
Accounts vary from mouth to mouth:
Some will say he roams the land, murdering at random.
Others will say he does so only for some dark and unknown reason.
Still others, though fewer in number, say he cannot die.
All rumors however, mention that he uses no weaponry other than his hands and shows the martial discipline and blinding speed of a trained pugilist. Perhaps even a monk.
Accounts vary from mouth to mouth:
Some will say he roams the land, murdering at random.
Others will say he does so only for some dark and unknown reason.
Still others, though fewer in number, say he cannot die.
All rumors however, mention that he uses no weaponry other than his hands and shows the martial discipline and blinding speed of a trained pugilist. Perhaps even a monk.
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