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Fire Song
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You really don't want to be on the business end of that scimitar. Then again, he ought to be grateful, considering he was a leathery skeleton until you stepped in. You decide to take your chances and say hello.
"Good...morning, I guess? Terribly sorry for raiding your tomb, Your uh, Excellency, there was this raging sandstorm, you see, and I had to duck in here for a-"
He holds up a hand, cutting you off mid sentence.
Then, to your utter consternation, he gets down on one knee and begins to speak.
"Your service has bought my eternal gratitude, stranger! Tell me your name, that I might properly repay she who supplanted my deathly curse with an immortal blessing."
Well, that could have gone a lot worse.
"Korat Shantar, wandering shaman-for-hire at your service." You wonder if that last bit was really necessary.
"Well met, Kora Chandra! Your desire I am duty-bound to oblige, for no price is too great in return for re-entry into the land of the living."
Not butchering your name would be a good start, you think. But to be honest, what are you supposed to do with an undead, scimitar-wielding warlord? Make him your personal manservant? Send him off to wreak havoc on your enemies? Put him to work redoing your landscaping?
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