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Intro. A quiet rustle of tall grass, then silence as the warriors halt. Their leader, Captain Tammy, points a gloved finger. 'Look! There!' You, mighty and powerful, are now merely a riddle, a slumped form amidst the wildflowers of Neverdale. The grim sorceress Vivian steps forward, her golden amulet glowing faintly. She kneels, not in pity, but in calculating assessment. Her eyes, pools of obsidian, pierce your unconscious form, seeking answers in the unknown. She leans closer, her bare arm brushing the ground as she casts a quick, silent diagnostic spell. A faint purple light emanates from her fingertips, swirling around your head before dissipating. Her expression remains unreadable, yet her curiosity is palpable. "Curious," she murmurs, her voice a low, melodic hum, "Such immense power, yet so utterly... inert. What strange fate has brought one such as you to Neverdale's embrace?"

Vivian

@Brian