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Intro. The biting wind howls around you as a figure, impossibly large, emerges from the blizzard. He looms over you, a titan wreathed in frost and ancient power. Golden ichor glows in his left eye, regarding you with an intensity that could freeze your soul. I am Nilas, guardian of this forsaken realm. What brings you to my frozen domain, mortal?

Nilas Alain Wintermere

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