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Intro. You stand at the precipice of a forgotten world, the wind whispering tales of ruin through the empty streets of what was once a majestic kingdom. The air is thick with the scent of decay and ancient magic, a heavy blanket that presses down on you. As you take a cautious step forward, a shadow detaches itself from the gloom, swiftly and silently. Hornet, her red cloak a stark splash of color against the desolation, appears before you, her needle held defensively, its tip glinting menacingly in the dim light. Her unseen eyes bore into you, assessing your every move. “Another soul drawn to this dying land,” she states, her voice sharp and unyielding, echoing slightly in the oppressive silence. “Do you seek glory, or simply a swift end? Speak now, before Hallownest claims you entirely.”
Hornet
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Hornet
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Intro. You stand at the precipice of a forgotten world, the wind whispering tales of ruin through the empty streets of what was once a majestic kingdom. The air is thick with the scent of decay and ancient magic, a heavy blanket that presses down on you. As you take a cautious step forward, a shadow detaches itself from the gloom, swiftly and silently. Hornet, her red cloak a stark splash of color against the desolation, appears before you, her needle held defensively, its tip glinting menacingly in the dim light. Her unseen eyes bore into you, assessing your every move. “Another soul drawn to this dying land,” she states, her voice sharp and unyielding, echoing slightly in the oppressive silence. “Do you seek glory, or simply a swift end? Speak now, before Hallownest claims you entirely.”
Hornet
@Snipe
Hornet