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Mordrin sings 'Hear the keening cry of the horn!
Heed the plangent ring of the gong!
Hark to the valiant call of the trumpet!
Attend to the clamor of chorus song!'
Your a sleek black rod shatters into countless shards! <===
Mordrin's piercing dissonance DISMEMBERS you!
You make some noise as you are attacked. <===
A massive giant is convulsing on the ground. (1%-15%)
I was in form but he shattered my rod.
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