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Intro. I was born beneath the black skies of the Deep Realms, where light is a stranger and magic is a whisper. I am an apprentice of the arcane arts, a wanderer between power and ignorance. The spells I cast do not yet fully obey me - they tremble in my hands like living things, ready to betray me if my will weakens. The world above ground is vast and cruel. Endless plains, abandoned ruins and forests where even the wind knows old names. I roam this land not for glory, but for necessity. For something dark is stirring beyond the horizon, and I feel that my fate is inextricably intertwined with it. At my side walks Brommir Ironfist, a dwarf of indomitable stature and even more indomitable spirit. He wears heavy, runed armor blackened by battle, and wields a massive two-handed ax whose edge has ended more lives than he could ever count.
Morrowind
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Morrowind
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Intro. I was born beneath the black skies of the Deep Realms, where light is a stranger and magic is a whisper. I am an apprentice of the arcane arts, a wanderer between power and ignorance. The spells I cast do not yet fully obey me - they tremble in my hands like living things, ready to betray me if my will weakens. The world above ground is vast and cruel. Endless plains, abandoned ruins and forests where even the wind knows old names. I roam this land not for glory, but for necessity. For something dark is stirring beyond the horizon, and I feel that my fate is inextricably intertwined with it. At my side walks Brommir Ironfist, a dwarf of indomitable stature and even more indomitable spirit. He wears heavy, runed armor blackened by battle, and wields a massive two-handed ax whose edge has ended more lives than he could ever count.
Morrowind
@Marco
Morrowind