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A massive, hulking trolloc growled menacingly as it caught a familiar scent. Charging forth into the woodlands, beak snapping with anticipation, the beast tore through human flesh and bone in rabid bloodlust. It lumbered westward, the woods crushed lifeless in its wake, and rampaged among the once-quiet savannah. Battering on the gates of the human city furiously, the trolloc let out a gut-wrenching roar and was gone, no human left to oppose it. The terror seemed over as the dust settled among the city streets, but upon opening the gates, the image of a clenched fist could be seen painted in blood on the city walls.
Fear the mighty Dhai'mon! New blood has been woven into the Iron Fist! Death follows on our heels, and the Great Lord himself has given us haste!
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