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The Battle of Death Mountain: Staging
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He takes out his Monofiliament Knife, and starts sharpening it even more. He gains his signature half smile and whispers it’s new name,

“Canis Denta”, then the weirdest thing happens, the dagger glows a pale reddish brown color. Connor drops it in shock, before it touches the floor he uses his foot to catch the flat of the blade,

“Whew, that was close,” he picks it up and puts it back in it sheathe on his left shoulder. He wonders back the way to his small obsidian tent, then he hears faint but new voices. Connor looks over and notices a few more Primes has joined their excursion. He turns around and walks over, taking in their features. One looks a teenager and the other looks about 10 years older than himself,

“Hello I am Connor, and you sir,”, he points to the older gentleman, “have quite a nice coat”, he keeps his half-smile, and hides his laughter in his eyes.


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