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You've heard about this place. The legendary School of Warcery. In reality, it's hard to call it a school. It's an arena. You've been here before, in your imagination. Together with the kids of your village, you used to play at being mighty Warcerors, throwing snowballs at each other in imitation of blazing Firebolts. As you grew up, the perspective of fighting to death has somehow lost it's charm. How come you're here then? The usual way - one day some guards came to your village, accompanied by a skinny-looking clerk. The guards gathered all boys of your age in the village square. The skinny clerk needed only a few seconds to find you. He pointed his finger at you, and two of the guards grabbed you, while a third hit you on the back of the head.. And now you're here - in a small room, standing before the skinny clerk you'd seen back at the village. You rub the back of your head, a bit surprised not to feel any pain. The skinny clerk looks you over, and says: "Well, don't you just stand there. This is your new life. We'll make a Warceror out of you, whether you like it or not. What's your name?"
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Warcery 1.4.3 by Marek Hański
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