Slyfforic the Strong-ish was the seventeenth mightiest warrior of his Age Group, but even he was loathe to confront the obtuse insensitivity of the dreaded Doomermensch. A once revered sorcerer, the Doomermensch wandered the land with the sole purpose of belittling the accomplishments of others. Countless people of countless villages were cast into unending despair as they fell victim to his uncharitable presumptions.
The Lords of Millennia called upon Slyfforic to dispatch the Doomermensch, and disperse his noxious Gloom. The warrior’s claymore sang its song of dismemberment. The Doomermensch was no more, but the savagery of his words lingered still.
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Brilliant, Josh 😁. Hopefully a new Grimbauld story tonight if I can stop working for five minutes to get it published!