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{{Intro
| Patch Introduced = [[Assault]]
|  Related Quests = [[Withered Weapons]]
|          Updated =
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{{Item
|              Name = The Withering
|        Icon Image = The Withering Icon.png
|              Value = 100
|            Burden = 100
|        Additional = 1 of 1 pages full.
|        Description =
| Special Properties =
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| Author = [[Tua Rulutonga]]
| The flames of the damned shall wither the flesh and brittle the bones. The stench of the dead shall desecrate the soul. The magics of this world shall not apply to you, my brothers. You shall no longer lose your strength, your will, your endurance. You shall no longer fall prey to those pusillanimous fiends who fear the true glory of combat. Claim your destiny, brothers. Cast off the shackles of flesh and join me in the Withering.
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== Notes ==
* Found at 86.4S 80.4W on the [[Withered Atoll]].


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'''Translated Name:''' The Withering
 
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'''Translated Author:''' Tua Rulutonga
 
'''Pages:''' 1
 
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''The flames of the damned shall wither the flesh and brittle the bones. The stench of the dead shall desecrate the soul. The magics of this world shall not apply to you, my brothers. You shall no longer lose your strength, your will, your endurance. You shall no longer fall prey to those pusillanimous fiends who fear the true glory of combat. Claim your destiny, brothers. Cast off the shackles of flesh and join me in the Withering.
 
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Latest revision as of 23:41, 27 January 2017

Introduced:  Assault Related Quests:  Withered Weapons
The Withering
  • Value: 100
  • Burden: 100
  • 1 of 1 pages full.
The flames of the damned shall wither the flesh and brittle the bones. The stench of the dead shall desecrate the soul. The magics of this world shall not apply to you, my brothers. You shall no longer lose your strength, your will, your endurance. You shall no longer fall prey to those pusillanimous fiends who fear the true glory of combat. Claim your destiny, brothers. Cast off the shackles of flesh and join me in the Withering.

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