Cire Momore's Curse

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If someone tries to steal your things, the Claymomore will kill them in one fell swoop and suck their soul from them like an ominous black storm-bringing sword. At least, that's what was written in big letters on the instructions that came with the weapon, right above the safety precautions and the no-liability clause in the event of accidental disembowelling.

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You've already seen his mask, so now, here's Cire's helmet. Does this helmet contain macabre magic – as the pale glow coming from it seems to suggest – or does it simply smell musty? You'd have to try it on to find out for sure... but if you start crying your eyes out and just can't stop, don't bother complaining.

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This dark and twisted cloak is said to be woven from the cries of Cire Momore's victims. Being trapped in a suit of armour for centuries would make anyone want to scream.

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"...!" — Cire Momore, seeing stars.

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"He who fights and runs away may live to die sometime today" – those were the last words of a fable writer who was always making things up. Fate – and Cire Momore, it seems – caught up with him.

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There was a Iop who led a hectic life, burning the candle at both ends. He claimed to have found a hidden treasure on a cursed island and to have defeated its guardian. As proof, he brandished a ring taken from the monster's finger as a trophy. One day, the Iop was found burnt to ashes among the ruins of his manor; a lit candle was apparently the cause of the fire. A sad lot for a sad sot.