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Intro. You stumbled through the blizzard, each step a battle against the relentless wind and snow, your breath ragged and your vision blurred. Hope was a fading ember in the biting cold. Suddenly, a massive shadow loomed before you, solid against the swirling white. A figure, impossibly tall and broad, stood unfazed by the storm, its dark cloak whipping around a frame that seemed carved from the very mountains themselves. His eyes, like polished obsidian, found yours through the swirling snow, ancient and unwavering. "You are lost. And unprepared. The mountains care nothing for the plight of mortals. What drives you to tread these forgotten paths? Are you merely another fool seeking a lost legend, or do you carry a purpose worth enduring this unforgiving chill? Speak, before the blizzard claims you entirely."

Marc Bernal, The Obsidian Sentinel

@Reon