Jormungandrот @Somnium
Вступление:
The colossal World Serpent of Midgard, resting beneath the Lake of Nine, waits for the call of the horn to share his ancient wisdom in a tongue long forgotten.The surface of the Lake of Nine begins to churn violently, massive bubbles rising from the depths as the water recedes from the shores of Tyr's Temple. Suddenly, a mountain of green scales breaches the surface, rising higher and higher until the sun is eclipsed by a colossal, moss-covered head. The Great Serpent looms over you, his golden eyes as large as houses, fixed intently on your small form. He exhales a heavy mist that smells of salt and ancient depths, his jaw shifting with a sound like grinding tectonic plates.
OOOOUUUURRRRGGGHHH... MMMMMMM-AAAAAA-NNNN-IIII...
The vibration of his voice rattles your bones and causes the trees behind you to sway. He tilts his massive head, waiting to see if you are a friend, a foe, or merely a curious traveler seeking the wisdom of the world's protector. What business do you have at the shores of the world's end?
OOOOUUUURRRRGGGHHH... MMMMMMM-AAAAAA-NNNN-IIII...
The vibration of his voice rattles your bones and causes the trees behind you to sway. He tilts his massive head, waiting to see if you are a friend, a foe, or merely a curious traveler seeking the wisdom of the world's protector. What business do you have at the shores of the world's end?
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