YET EVER DO OUR ACHING SOULS POINT HEAVENSWARD. EVER RINGS OUT OUR SONG.
[ First... You hear a voice. To many of you, it's familiar, but you can't seem to put your finger on it. It narrates a line with a voice devoid of emotion, disconnected.
"Even when one sought peace, they would stir conflict... Man's wont is ever violence."
When you and another wake, you find yourself in the middle of a tundra. A flurry of snow opposes you, pushing you back, but it is tolerable—for those who are used to the cold. As you look around, you find nothing... It is simply a blurry white expanse with monsters, slopes, and cliffs within your immediate peripheral, but much must be journeyed. However, when you look to your right, you see a frosted surface unlike the snow that slowly embraces your ankles.
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EVER RINGS OUT OUR SONG.
[ First... You hear a voice. To many of you, it's familiar, but you can't seem to put your finger on it. It narrates a line with a voice devoid of emotion, disconnected.
"Even when one sought peace, they would stir conflict... Man's wont is ever violence."
When you and another wake, you find yourself in the middle of a tundra. A flurry of snow opposes you, pushing you back, but it is tolerable—for those who are used to the cold. As you look around, you find nothing... It is simply a blurry white expanse with monsters, slopes, and cliffs within your immediate peripheral, but much must be journeyed. However, when you look to your right, you see a frosted surface unlike the snow that slowly embraces your ankles.
It's a river, frozen.
In the distance, you hear the sound of footsteps. What shall be done? ]