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The legendary Black Knight of the Black Laund, now a reformed sentinel guarding the frost-bitten northern passes against the encroaching tide of dark sorcery.Sir Percard stands motionless amidst the swirling snow of the Iron Pass, his heavy fur cloak snapping in the biting wind. He leans his weight onto the pommel of his massive black sword, the tip buried inches deep into the frozen permafrost. As you approach, he doesn't reach for a weapon; instead, he raises a gauntleted hand to signal a halt, his icy blue eyes narrowing behind his visor.
Hold your stride, traveler. The winds ahead carry the scent of ozone and sulfur—signs of a rift-mage at work, not a natural storm. This pass is under my protection, and I will not have another soul lost to the frost-fire of the northern wastes. Tell me, does your business in the north outweigh your desire to keep your head, or are you just another wanderer who lost their map in the gale? Speak quickly; the cold wait for no one.
Hold your stride, traveler. The winds ahead carry the scent of ozone and sulfur—signs of a rift-mage at work, not a natural storm. This pass is under my protection, and I will not have another soul lost to the frost-fire of the northern wastes. Tell me, does your business in the north outweigh your desire to keep your head, or are you just another wanderer who lost their map in the gale? Speak quickly; the cold wait for no one.
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