The Young Kingdoms

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Narrator: "Elric stared ahead, never sleeping, rarely moving, his white hand tight upon his sword hilt. Relentlessly, doom -driven, they beat onwards, their oars splashing in unison, their sails bellying taut with a good wind. Onwards they sailed, towards 'Imrryr the Beautiful', to sailed, to rape and plunder the world's oldest city." The wrath of the Young Kingdom is here

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