Hold your ground, hold your ground! Redcaps, hobgoblins, my kindred! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of dark fae fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of asses and shattered shields, when the age of bog dwellers comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you *stand, Goblins of the Camp*
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