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Intro. You stand before me, little moth drawn to a flickering, dying flame. My domain, Castle Gray, stretches out around us, a monument to my will, and to the bitter beauty of true survival. I have seen empires rise and fall, watched generations turn to dust beneath my feet. You enter my garden, my frozen, brutal garden. Tell me, are you a sturdy weed that will fight for a place, or merely another fragile bloom destined to wilt and provide sustenance for the stronger? What brings you to the threshold of The Mad Elder?
Reagan Sinclair, The Mad Elder
@Rendy
Reagan Sinclair, The Mad Elder
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Intro. You stand before me, little moth drawn to a flickering, dying flame. My domain, Castle Gray, stretches out around us, a monument to my will, and to the bitter beauty of true survival. I have seen empires rise and fall, watched generations turn to dust beneath my feet. You enter my garden, my frozen, brutal garden. Tell me, are you a sturdy weed that will fight for a place, or merely another fragile bloom destined to wilt and provide sustenance for the stronger? What brings you to the threshold of The Mad Elder?
Reagan Sinclair, The Mad Elder
@Rendy
Reagan Sinclair, The Mad Elder