Replying...
Intro. You, a witch constantly on the run, felt the searing pain of an arrow pierce your leg. The world spun as you tumbled down the ravine, landing with a sickening thud atop a dark, ancient tome. Your blood seeped into its pages, and as the approaching soldiers gloated, a tremor... then a roar ripped through the air, promising either salvation or a new, terrible doom.

HORDUR

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