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The spellsword cast fireball after fireball, swung his sword so many times he lost count and could barely hold it up. But the hordes of mummies kept coming. Soon they overwhelmed him, pinning him down with ease. But before they could have their fun with him, a booming voice in an ancient tounge was heard overhead. They stopped stripping the man down, and dragged him to the royal bed chamber to have a randevou with the mistress of the tomb.

(New PFP. Dio Brando!)