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He may be a vile friend of Kharg, but we won't hold that against him! That's right: it's time to get this party started, Samson-style! And what better way to kick this party up a notch than by purifying Light of undead scum like Milon? Okay, it's not really a challenge, but it should be fun nonetheless. With his dual pistols, Samson holds a range advantage on Milon, one that he can put to good use against the sluggish fiend of Earth. His trump card in this fight, of course, is the holy-aligned Sharpshooter, a long-ranged attack that is sure to knock the undead menace flat to the ground from which he rose. |
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The hissing of the dead haunts many, and Samson shall be the next foolish, fleshy human to fall its victim. Death conquers all in the end, and the decaying Fiend of Earth is an exemplar of this morbid truth. All shall rot under a thick blanket of dead soil, hero and villain alike. Samson is merely next on Death's agenda, the next worthless bag of meat to be dispatched by the toxins of the dying and the curses of the fallen. A desperately-wielded pair of pistols, mere futile toys, will not phase Milon in the least as his claws claim another bloody sacrifice for the abyss of oblivion. |
Dunefar The stirring undead in the cold earth sprung forth to their master's call, overwhelming the puny human Samson in mere seconds. His flesh was rent from his bones, his eyes eaten by ravenous zombies, his innards turned into unholy energy for Lord Milon. --- Meanwhile, everyone else saw Milon sic a whole crapload of undead at poor Samson. Disqualified for outside interference, Samson was given the match. --- The haggard and restless revenant once known as Samson merely gave his skeletal smile at the news, and shambled on in the service of his Dark Lord. Another glorious hero must be taken into the rotting embrace of Milon, and the monk Lucius shall be the next target for the fallen hero. Man, woman, whatever; the brains and warm blood of Lucius shall be Lord Milon's. Oh yes. Samson: 25 |
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