*A large notice is pinned to the message board of each major nation, settlement, and establishment*
In the dark of the night rumors and stories abound throughout the realm of anthos, tales of mysterious hooded dwarves circulate like the flys around a Kraltan’s backside. But, these are more than simple gossip of the idle farmer, no…. For this is something far more… Sinister. From the dimly lit streets of Abresi to the marbled walls of the Conclave, sightings have been reported of these beings. They spread the word of their god, known only to those as “The One”, a figure mired in shadow. When the air grows cold and the sun grows dark they are watching. In sight or from shadow, they are watching. From the deep cold of the south they drive forth at the mortal races again, and again seemingly bent on nothing but the complete annihilation of anything outside of their master’s will. Those to whom which they have spread the influence of “The One” possess a peculiar mark, a crystalline snowflake imbedded in their very flesh.
Reported sightings:
Gronkkston:
Strange creatures of Ice froze over the bridge before Gronkkston before engaging with the defending orcs. Some where slain while others merely vanished, the bodies of the slain froze over and shattered before onlookers.
Abresi:
Hooded men began to spread the word of “The One” within abresi, the report shows a crazed bowman missing a leg or two.
Grand Kingdom of Urguan:
Hooded men have been sighted along the roads to Kal’Ithrun, dwelling upon the whereabouts of the “Hammer of Barradin.” The hammer is known only to possess the power to slay Ondnarch, though their true master appears to be one quite different.
The Conclave:
Two hooded men tried to enter the conclave but were stopped by the guards. They proceeded to attempt to force their way in. A small battle ensued. The two hooded men were supposedly sent plummeting to their deaths, but when they went to investigate the bodies were not found.
Cloud Temple:
Sightings of those who speak of “The One” abound, trying to talk to travelers and weary merchants alike.
And so I urge you, be weary of those whom you meet idle on the road, lest you would feel the cold grip of “The One” upon your heart.
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