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You leap forward to strike, but the bandit rears his steed to avert your attack. You feel the horse’s flailing hooves crash down on your head, and you are quickly trampled into the blood-soaked ground. Concussed and mortally wounded, the last thing that you remember of this world is the evil sneer of the bandit horseman as he raises his longsword for the death-blow.

Your life and your mission end here.