In the Harrowing Northβ¦
BANNERS RISE
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In the winter-swept north, where the landscape is blanketed in a perpetual layer of snow and the air is frigid with an otherworldly stillness, shadows deepen, casting an unsettling pallor over the region. Against the stark canvas of the grand mountains and the rolling hills, ominous banners unfurl, their dark silhouettes a stark contrast to the pristine white of the tundra. As the winds carry whispers of secrets through the icy expanse, the looming banners signal the advent of a mysterious and foreboding presence.
Some say one can hear cries of battle on the wind, wails, anguish, unnatural.
Some say one can feel a great baleful watch, an observer casting its gaze.
Some say one can see shadows grow ever darker, the days dwindle.
Chaos reigns forth,
Blood for the Shadows!
Sacrifice for the benevolence of their comforting embraceβ¦
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