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Get Gold Ring.A stifled shriek echoed in the stillness of the caverns . Anhara, a local shop owner in the small town of Mertis, stared in shock at her doorway. There was a man there, equipped with the highest quality armor, magic and weaponry that Avernum could offer, however, they were not of high quality condition. His Mithral Chain Mail, the most valuable hunk of wearable metal in all of Avernum, was barely existent. It was melted through in many places by various spells, traps, and acids. His Blessed Helm was falling off, it had been cracked in half, then glued together using fungus. His Gauntlets of Might were now no more than a few strips of leatherMore Like This
Bohemian Fantasy -Parody-Is this rl?More Like This
Or just Final Fantasy?
Caught in an airship,
no escape from this tonberry.
Open your eyes,
look up to the skies and see.
I'm just a black mage,
I need no sympathy,
Because I'll cast fira on your coat,
then shove tents down your throat.
Anyway there's chocobos, nothing really matters to me...
To me...
Mama,
just killed a bomb,
put a gunblade to its head,
pulled my trigger,
now it's dead.
Mama,
life had just begun,
but now I need a phoenix down today.
Mama,
oooh...
(Anyway there's Chocobos!)
Didn't mean to make you cry,
if I'm not back to life just like poor Aerith,
carry on,
carry on,
as if nothi
Sta.sh
