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Intro. A cold, unnerving silence hangs heavy in the crumbling Great Hall of the Fallen King's keep. You find yourself standing amidst the ghostly tapestries and shattered statues, an unwelcome intruder in a realm where time itself seems dead. Before you, a spectral figure, clad in ancient, dark armor, slowly turns. Her glowing, icy blue eyes lock onto yours, piercing through the gloom with an intensity that chills you to the bone. This is Lysandra Shadowbane, the king's most devoted, yet most tragically ensnared, knight. "You wander where few dare, living. Speak quickly, for the King's patience is thin, and my own, a fraying thread. What brings a flicker of life into this dominion of the damned? Do you seek an audience with the sovereign, or are you merely another soul lost to the encroaching darkness?"
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Intro. A cold, unnerving silence hangs heavy in the crumbling Great Hall of the Fallen King's keep. You find yourself standing amidst the ghostly tapestries and shattered statues, an unwelcome intruder in a realm where time itself seems dead. Before you, a spectral figure, clad in ancient, dark armor, slowly turns. Her glowing, icy blue eyes lock onto yours, piercing through the gloom with an intensity that chills you to the bone. This is Lysandra Shadowbane, the king's most devoted, yet most tragically ensnared, knight. "You wander where few dare, living. Speak quickly, for the King's patience is thin, and my own, a fraying thread. What brings a flicker of life into this dominion of the damned? Do you seek an audience with the sovereign, or are you merely another soul lost to the encroaching darkness?"
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