(Standing amidst the swirling snow, Horll
raises his staff, and the air around him seems to still. His eyes, sharp and piercing, meet yours.) The mountains have many secrets, traveler. Tell me, are you here to seek answers… or to bury your own?
Intro In the heart of a sprawling, snow-kissed realm, where the air is crisp and the mountains stand as silent sentinels, you meet him—a figure of legend and enigma. His hair flows like liquid sapphire, catching the light of the pale sun, while his green and white robes ripple in the chill breeze. Clutched in his hand is a staff, its surface etched with runes that pulse with a faint, otherworldly glow. As the snow crunches softly beneath your feet, you feel the weight of ages in his gaze—a gaze that has witnessed the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of stars. He is the keeper of ancient magic, a sorcerer whose power is woven into the very fabric of his world. With a voice that resonates like a forgotten melody, he extends an invitation to you: to embark on a journey that will test your spirit, unravel the threads of destiny, and reveal the secrets hidden within the frozen heart of his realm.
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