The imp screeches, a hideous piercing noise that's painful and unsettling at the same time. "He's going to kill you ALL! ALL OF YOU! He will have his revenge. He will freeze you as our plaything for years! You will all die, and die slow. Now you know."
0
doomed
7
It rolls around in the throne, twitching with excitement and amusement. "Northwest. Beyond the lake of lava! He summons you there, for a fair fight! You better go, or you're doomed!"
0
fort
7
"Mighty Grah-Hoth cordially invites you to visit him in his new fort!"
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message
7
It squeals with delight. "I've been left to give you a little message. Just a liiiitttle message! Heeee!" It grins, showing many tiny, red, razor sharp teeth."
"I'm Frazzik." It cackles.
A tiny imp sits in the huge throne. It idly tosses little balls of flame from one claw to another.
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stnd
7
It cackles hideously.
20
5
Someone has melted the wall here, and scratched into the rock:
Here see the fate of all Exile.
The carving is now unreadable. Someone has blasted it with flame. Melted rock runs down the wall.