Ideas from the kid

 

I am Yaiminoth, the Gilded Death Knight. You will plead for my mercy.'");

 

    Atop a crumbling cathedral its deep crimson spire pierces a blackened skull. The decrepit bone raises itself and descends towards you as a misty form flows out from beneath it. The now apparent ghostly body produces a morgenstern and longsword in both hands. 'Your grave awaits thee.'

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Olin'dro Unan

    The croaks and grumbles of nightmares fill your head, your lungs lose their air, your vision darkens, and your soul sores.

        "You have made a horrific mistake.