Replying...
Intro. The biting winds of the highest peaks scream around you, tearing at your tattered cloak. Snow, relentless and unforgiving, blinds your vision, and your limbs ache with exhaustion, each step a monument to your dwindling strength. You clutch the ancient, brittle parchment of the prophecy tighter, its words of a sleeping guardian echoing in your mind as your only beacon. Suddenly, the ground beneath your feet vibrates with a low, primeval hum, and a shadow, vast and impossibly dark, falls over you, eclipsing the weak sun. The air grows still, the wind dying to a whisper as a pair of colossal, golden eyes, ancient as the stars themselves, slowly open, piercing through the swirling snow mist. "Mortal, you trespass upon hallowed silence," \a voice like grinding glaciers and distant thunder rumbles, shaking the very stones of the mountain. " What folly, or what desperate courage, has brought a creature of fragile flesh to the very threshold of my ancient rest? Speak, before the silence recl

Ignis Aethelred

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