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George and Karl were lost in the jungle. The two apprentice Paladins, Order of the Silver Hand, lost in the fetid depths of Un'Goro.
Azeroth's most dangerous primal creatures dwelled here. Volcanic activity was a constant companion, tar pits welcomed every boot, and the hot, verdant breath of chocking plantlife slapped every face.
Karl would have done something-
*TWCK*
A fat, boggy Murloc thopped onto George's face, shaking him from his flashback. George was not in Un'goro. Karl was not here. What *was* here was a ten foot tall water fountain statue with the Eye of Dalaran glowing on its chest, beating him in the face with a frog.
George streched out his hand. Karl's book was in reach. Karl would have called upon the Holy Light.
Sunlight erupted from George's eyes, illuminating the fountain. The Light drove the construct back, icey water spilling from its basin. Murlocs grobbled as the Light burned their eyes out.
Grabbing the Book, George began to recite from it. Dark truths about the Silver Hand. Dark Truths that Damned the Light. Damned George. Damned Karl. Shadows fluttered through the rays of sunlight illuminating Dalaran's arcane district, as E.V.I.L Intent took over.
As Dalaran was bathed in burning, screaming light, led by a mad Paladin, forever lost in the Un'Goro in his mind, Ra'faam laughed. An. E.V.I.L Laugh.
Dalarn was his.
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I felt inspired by a recent Dalarn Heist solo experience, felt inspired. Turn 1 Desperate Measures with an "all spells cast twice" buff active, felt good :)
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