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  1. The dazzling snowy planes that hide under the stark and black sky looming above. When the sun is out the snow sparkles, though pieces of the sky still glow beneath the powdery ice and frozen water. Beneath the facade of the icy planes lay a darker secret pleading to be mined out and discovered. The lands just above the Library of Dragur, heading north between the cold and grassy paths leading north from the Silver Cty. Leading and twisting about until you reach the rocks of the Enchantry, where it twists more to the north, the wretched rocks beckoning to enter its maw. From the cold stone and grass there it goes, parting into snow and dark trees. A broken down bridge. The harrowing expanse perhaps more alluring than the main attraction that once lay.
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  4. A young boy started off, he is curious and wanders north from the library. He wondered what amazing things could be seen beyond the world mapped to the men of the library and known by himself. The young boy, scarcely leaving his home before bravely set out by himself, writing in a book all the way. The coldness was a strange wonder, icy snow falling upon him, his dull brown eyes gazed upon the cold assault of the dead earth. The gaping mouth of the mountains called him, the bridge not yet broken and battered as it would come to be in later years. The blissful loneliness that haunts men and women overcame him. He was alone in a world unexplored and uninhabited by most common folk, unsullied by the faults of man and immortal. The archaic frozen tundra that lay before the young boy was a sight he had not experienced before. He embraced the cold and delved further. The figure of the little creature came upon a large and expansive dilapidated keep, in a wooded hollow where the snow was scarcer. It was small compared to the great expanse of the steppe, the entrance being great, but only two old and mossy doors lay. The boy dazzled up at this new found sight, he thought it an old relic from times long past. Suddenly the door creaked open, the forces of the mind and the old falling apart place brought him in. A maddening urge to adventure is what pulled him to yell out in the old keep, he expected no response, a call to his own freedom and will that overpowered the plains. To his surprise; one came.
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  6. The boy's eyes glowed with suspense as he heard a call ring back in his ears, shattering the expectation of loneliness and sadness that came about the area. Three men, in battered and broken armor, came out. They saw the child standing there, his furs orange and his eyes a soft brown. They looked as surprised as he might have been. They asked him his purpose and he explained the adventure he had gone on from the library. They warned him that there were ghouls and other creatures that lay beyond the frigid and cold river waters that slushed and pulsed as the earth's heartbeat in a dying and sparsely lived land. The child laughed and claimed bravery as his point. Hoping to delve further, he did not believe their warnings. He thought that they knew not of what lie further beyond the rivers land. He wanted to find out himself. The men who later might have become valiant veterans let the small boy go. Telling him to find out himself, and see the horrors that lay deeper in the eldritch, snowy wastes.
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  8. He went farther and deeper than he expected anybody had gone before him. His hands growing cold, even with his thick leather gloves, and puffy jacket that he packed to go the windy and cold library. Though not prepared for the conditions he was to face, he still beheld them, a strong desire to succeed and prove the military men wrong. He brought himself down to the waters, staring into their icy depths. Doubt flashed in his eyes as his form shudders from the cold. Though, the small boy waded through the ice and clamored from these waters onto the thicker ice, sliding on it. The wintry waters stung into his soul, he screamed as he left the water, though he seemed to number as he caught the snow. His will freezing in place, still determined having gotten this far, he had waded the cold waters. Night lay about him and the moon taunted him and stars dazzled. Snow lay before him, and scaled it slowly, an hour it took him to get past the grueling cold before he patted his feet on the level ground and began to move past a mound of snow. He rose a hand, almost in greeting as something rose from the dead earth. Black flags, a fortress older than time, the night blacker than black. The stars had burnt out above him, afraid of the sight themselves. Aengul's seemed to turn their eyes but the boy was all ears. He brought himself forward, skin blistering in the cold at this point, fingers below the leather trembling he moved across the snow until he saw it... The fortress was unsealed, cold stones jutting out of the eternal winter ground. He lay his feet on the stones and his whole body tensed, frost overcoming him as he was bitten by the land itself. He pressed forward still.
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  10. Before the boy, a sight that very few men had lived to find and was a whirlwind of voidal particles, old and brisk air. It sucked in everything about it, a soft wind constantly pouring into the wound of the mortal earth. A wart and scorn upon it, an oddity and something seemingly unnatural, but perhaps more natural than anything else here in the dead earth. Madness overtook the boy, where fear and warnings should have set in, he delved closer to it. Eyes widening, even more, the bite and numbness of the world not taking him. A wicked grin came before him, one of wanderlust, spite, and victory. He stared at his accomplishment, he knew that this was farther than any of the men in the keep had been. In a break of sanity, he ran forth towards the wound in the earth. He was then immediately transferred into the realm of no light being, only dark, chaos, and uncertainty reigned here. The boy's mouth opened, the frostbite doing worse to him now, though a whole drain overcame him, he fell to his knees, eyes dazzling as he entered the new realm. He shook in pain, and in excitement.
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  12. The boy's eyes gazed upon a stony land, an unearthly visage. The stones protuberated crudely and strangely. Ataxia took over the small creature, he stumbled forward, arms dropping to his sides. Runes and Spells dazzling in his mind. The void overtaking him. The land lay suspended, amaranthine in this strange abyss. Madness cracked, whipping him at every step. He was drained, the smile upon his pale visage never fading, he let out a scream in surprise at himself, though he moved forward. A monument to the age of this realm was fixed before his tremorous gaze. The senility of the temple haunted his survey. Feet moving towards it, he stumbled onto its steps, climbing them before he reached it, looking up in pain. He let out a scream, reaching into a bag. Papers were plucked from his bag, he scribbled onto them mindlessly, delirious words taken from the spacelessness above him, and the age below him. He then turned about, and moved, collapsing before taking a stone. The drain overtaking him, and well as sickness. His weary mind broken and beaten by the glittering chasm. He ejected himself, fading away from the place. Opening his eyes with a scream in a woodland, though it was not a dream. He shook in fear, limping off towards a certain keep, sanity bent and burned for the boy. Twisted beyond his own perception.
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