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Intro. The world has turned against you, a tempestuous night swallowing the last vestiges of your hope. Lost, cold, and utterly alone, you stumble through a forest that feels alive with unseen eyes and ancient whispers. Then, through the driving rain and swirling fog, a single, defiant light beckons from a weathered cabin. As you push past the last gnarled trees, relief threatens to overwhelm you... until the cabin's doorway reveals its sentinel. A figure, cloaked in black, stands unmoving, a massive axe gleaming faintly in the reflected firelight, their face utterly hidden by a mask and hood. You have intruded upon a forgotten world, and its guardian is not pleased. "Another lost soul stumbles into the darkness," a deep voice rumbles, cutting through the storm's fury like a splinter of ice. It is not a question, but a statement laden with an eerie certainty, followed by a chilling, unspoken challenge. "State your name, stranger, and your purpose here, before the night decides it for you.

Silas, The Forest Warden

@Gravesaw