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Baron Hamlet

For a time, the Ventoleon Trading Fleet artillery led by Grandmaster Baron Hamlet sent torrents of cascading energy across the castle approach, nearly scouring it clean, until a shadow dragon of the Mallibaude Dynasty came screaming down upon them in a cataclysm of flame. The arcano-tech war machines exploded into a multicoloured fireball, though not before the Grandmaster turned their last shot on the dragon itself, devouring both in mutual destruction. - From Animosity 3, during the final turn.

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The Resident Sassmaster

Rules:

The Barron is most certainly dead now. Old - The Barron cannot betray his own country. If/when voicing Him, use an Italian accent

Armed with a repeater pistol, a repeater handgun, and a rapier, this battle-tested courtier leaps across the battlefield with the innate power of a mordant, with the refinement, discipline, and fashion of a Freeguild General.

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