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Frost is, the forge of the Noble... It is, his reason for living. Directs his fires through Winter... Gives him, his true light... But not, without cost... Through loss, he finds the value... The...
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Catastrophic light, hailing from the heights... A depth became the North, and fire became ice... Never to shatter, that silent code--- Which Uralten endowed, His faithful Son... Eagle-headed daemon,...
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The first hammer, Was shaped by the fiery hand. Held in the white fist, It carried power. Upheld through centuries, By the great defender. Conscious of.. the divine origin. Stone of the dawn, Creative...
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The first fire was the brightest, when the world was free from light... Alone in a vast darkness--- the ignite of all envy... It's embers spiraled skyward, to reveal the hallowed heights... And shame...
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Twelve Witches come.. three from each wind. Sweeping the meadows, as they roam. Their ancient masks, painted with pride... One thousand years, their song... What fires flicker.. in this darkness?...
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