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DemonicDarkwraith -> Narrator (12/13/2025 14:43:15)
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Narrator
Location: A Cold Open
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Frostval (Chapter 20)
A Cold Open
Narrator: On a sleepy Winter's night, our Hero and <his/her/their> Dragon admire the stars.
Narrator: The view would look even better from a roof, but the Hero didn't have the heart to disturb <his/her/their> little buddy.
Narrator: The constellations glittered, spanning endlessly across the horizon.
Narrator: If only our Hero could trace them without going cross-eyed.
Narrator: But, <he/she/they> got lucky. Shifting <his/her/their> view a little to the left, <he/she/they>'d find—
Narrator: —<he/she/they>'d find a spectacular asterism. The star known as Maia was... it's there. It has to be there.
Narrator: This was a strange yet harmless anomaly. The stars came back.
Narrator: I said… the stars came back.
Narrator: The stars came back. There was nothing wrong.
Narrator (angry): There was nothing wrong!
Narrator: Run.
Narrator: The Hero grabbed <his/her/their> Dragon and ran!
Narrator: Take <Dragon> and get out of here!
Narrator: An entity from the beyond set his sights on Lore.
Narrator: His destiny.
Narrator: Nothing could stop him...
Narrator: Stars went dark. Planets turned to dust. A merciless frost froze the deep void.
Narrator: Our Hero miraculously escaped the impact untouched, and so did <his/her/their> Dragon.
Narrator: ...And so did <his/her/their>Dragon! Come on!
Narrator: He is here.
Narrator: The cold is climbing up <his/her/their> legs. If our Hero doesn't take <Dragon> and run, he will find them.
Narrator: I can stop his clock to buy some time, but not for long.
Narrator: ...Kezeroth.
Narrator: The end of the world.
Narrator: I know this isn't the path the Hero would usually take to get to Falconreach, but <he/she/they> needs to move quickly.
Narrator: The fog covers the Hero's escape. I can at least do that.
Narrator: Queen Victoria and her city are petrified, but they aren't dead. There's still hope.
Narrator: The Swordhaven I knew was on fire for years, and everything was fine! Really!
Narrator: The oceans are beginning to freeze over…snow blankets the deserts...
Narrator: Why… why is he here? This isn't your fight. It's supposed to be mi—
Narrator: Th-the Hero crept away quietly, careful to silence <his/her/their> footsteps.
Narrator: Kezeroth, the World Ender. A Glaceran from beyond the stars who exists for the sake of destruction.
Narrator: He already froze half of Lore with his presence alone, but now the Hero is joined by Aria and Artix.
Narrator: With the Champions of Darkness and Nature, our Hero can stand up to the—
Narrator: Wait. So neither of them… Do Champions not exist here?
Narrator: Okay. Alright. Not a big deal. We still have options. They decided to find Warlic!
Narrator: Haha... Is Tara around? No? Er, how about the Shadowscythe? They're pretty reliable.
Narrator: I'm not a worm! I mean – don't mind me! Just…trust the process.
Narrator: Yeah, I totally get it. Wow, this usually happens the other way around.
Narrator: ...No. The fire! The fire goes dark!
Narrator: The fire went out just before Kezeroth could see it, sparing the Heroes from his gaze.
Narrator: He is searching for his destiny, but he will not find it in Falconreach.
Narrator: Kezeroth will leave. He'll
Narrator: *cough* Ow?…That's not…Is that all I can do for you?
Narrator: Kezeroth's going to start ripping open the buildings soon…
Narrator: Stop! The Hero and their friends stop panicking. I can fix this! I have to fix this.
Narrator: …Kezeroth shouldn't have learned about your planet's existence. Not this early.
Narrator: This world is gentler than mine. It isn't prepared for the Glacerans. That's not fair.
Narrator: To make it fair… we have to bring him back to my turf.
Narrator: Come find me in Battleon.
Narrator: My Battleon.
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