
Darkness is his domain, shadows are his trusty servants. Enemies turn to ash from his spells and women's hearts burn with passion from his charm.
Cold wind is ruffling the garlands, birds are flitting away from the balloon in astonishment, and the basket loaded with gifts is creaking pitifully. Don’t worry, the reliable balloon will get you to your destination in time, even if all the roads are snowed over today.
His axe has killed thousands of bloodthirsty monsters. His war cry instils fear into the blackest of hearts. His grip is strong, his eye true, his mind sharp.
The sound of crashing bones and powerless scream of undead are heard right after his menacing battle cry.

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