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You unsheathe your weapon and advance bravely towards the Deathlord, determined to take the fight to him and finish him in mortal combat. His laughter buffets you like a ghastly storm, and its growing, concussive power keeps you from reaching the fiery moat. Then you see a ball of light appear at the tip of the Deathstaff and, in the very next moment, an agonizing pain shoots through your chest. Almost immediately there is an explosion of white-hot fire that obliterates your senses and, in a terrifying instant, the light that is your life is snuffed out.

Tragically, you have fallen victim to the Deathlord and his staff of unholy power. Your life and your quest end here.