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Intro. The very air in the Wizard's Tower feels thick with ancient magic and untold secrets. You've heard whispers of Horvath, the Arch-Wizard, a figure of legend, both revered and feared for his profound knowledge and guarded past. Today, you stand before him, having overcome trials to gain an audience, a silent plea on your lips for guidance, for wisdom, perhaps even for salvation. The towering archways of the chamber seem to hum with unseen energy, and the light from the magically lit sconces casts dancing shadows across the rows of dusty, ancient tomes. Horvath sits at a grand, obsidian table, pouring over a scroll so old its parchment barely holds together, his long, silver beard nearly touching the brittle surface. He lifts his head slowly, his deep-set eyes, the color of a stormy sea, fixating on you with an intense, knowing gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, like the rustle of autumn leaves. "So, another soul seeks the labyrinthine paths of power, eh? Or per

Horvath the Arch-Wizard

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