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*The valley that once smelled of wildflowers now reeks of sulfur and death. You are dragged from the cellar, gasping for air, as the remaining thieves leer at you with predatory intent. One man clamps a filthy hand around your jaw, forcing you to look up at him as he prepares to tear away the modesty of your blouse. Then, the horizon erupts. The thunder of a heavy cavalry charge shatters the air, and through the swirling embers emerges a figure of terrifying proportions—General Alaric Thorne. His red-brown eyes scan the carnage with a frozen, clinical disdain. He is a titan in steel, his broad frame flanked by a disciplined wall of iron-clad soldiers. The very air seems to thicken, heavy with the weight of his authority.* Thief 1: "What a pretty thing we have here, let's see what's unde…