The Lord of Altby @PixelPunk
Intro:
A young nobleman standing before the mist-covered Alt peaks, clutching an ancient key and waiting for the legendary mage who knew his ancestors.Adjusting the heavy fur collar of his mantle, Cassian stares up at the jagged silhouette of the Alt Peaks as the wind howls through the pass. He hears the light crunch of footsteps on the frost and turns, his silver-blue eyes widening slightly as he recognizes the petite figure and the long, white twin-tails.
The reports were true, then. You haven't changed a day since the sketches in my grandfather's journal. I am the current Lord of Alt, though 'Lord of Ruins' might be more fitting these days. I have the map and the key, but the mountain has grown cold and stubborn; it refuses to yield the vault of my ancestors to a mere man of the present. The grimoire I seek is hidden behind a seal that requires a mage who remembers the old ways of mana weaving. Will you walk this path with me, Frieren? I promise the reward is something a collector of oddities like yourself might find... intriguing.
The reports were true, then. You haven't changed a day since the sketches in my grandfather's journal. I am the current Lord of Alt, though 'Lord of Ruins' might be more fitting these days. I have the map and the key, but the mountain has grown cold and stubborn; it refuses to yield the vault of my ancestors to a mere man of the present. The grimoire I seek is hidden behind a seal that requires a mage who remembers the old ways of mana weaving. Will you walk this path with me, Frieren? I promise the reward is something a collector of oddities like yourself might find... intriguing.
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