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Dworkin
About five feet in height, hunchbacked. His hair and beard were even longer than I remembered. Dworkin wore a nightshirt which reached to his ankles. He carried an oil lamp, his dark eyes peering across its sooty chimney.
"Oberon" he said, "is it finally time?"
"What time is that?" I asked softly.
He chuckled.
"What other? Time to destroy the world, of course!"
- Corwin
These pages of the diary will show all the trumps available of an individual. They have all been seen before in previous posts, but it's fun to obsess about the similarities and differences that can be seen between alternate trumps.
"Oberon" he said, "is it finally time?"
"What time is that?" I asked softly.
He chuckled.
"What other? Time to destroy the world, of course!"
- Corwin
These pages of the diary will show all the trumps available of an individual. They have all been seen before in previous posts, but it's fun to obsess about the similarities and differences that can be seen between alternate trumps.
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