Two brave adventurers waited at the treeline of the goblin-infested Misty Marshes, about a quarter mile from the Ziggurat of Utmost Evil. The Ziggurat had been abandoned for untold centuries, after dark magical rituals had plunged its subterranean levels into a dimension of pure evil. Even from this distance, its dark, jagged outline loomed above the bold heroes, unnerving them with its size and palpable, seething enmity.
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