Holding your sword in a defensive position, the cloaked figure swings the mace downward upon your head. You meet his attack by holding your blade to the weapon’s wooden handle, but the mace’s material proves to be of a much lower quality than expected. Your sword slices right through the handle and, in an improbable act of cruel fate, the spiked metal head of the weapon slides off and connects with your face, sending you violently downward. As the cloaked figures draw nearer, you feel the energy draining from your body, and you mercifully fall unconscious.

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