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An excerpt from the memoirs of Kalus, a representative of the knightly order of peace

Wyss stood atop a snow-capped mountain, gazing out to the horizon as the sun rose, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. The air was crisp and cold, but he felt warmth in his heart, for the endless winter that had plagued the land had finally come to an end. Spring was on its way, and with it, a new beginning.

The air was cold, and the ground was slick with ice as the adventurers of Sub-Rosa charged towards the goddess of winter, Morena. The goddess stood tall, her body emanating a cold aura that made the very air around her freeze.

As Wyss was being led to the Goddess of Winter’s castle by her hounds, memories of his life of struggles and horrors flooded his mind. He had been an undead warlock for as long as he could remember, and had fought countless battles just to survive.

Keep running. Wyss had been running from his past for years, trying to escape the memories of that day. But no matter how far he ran, he could never shake the guilt that weighed heavily on his soul.

I was just a young man when I lost everything. My family, my home, my very sense of self was ripped away from me by a lich called the Cave Mother, who took everything I held dear in the name of revenge.

Wyss’s heart pounded in his chest as he faced off against the group of highwaymen that had ambushed him shortly after being sent away by the Cave Mother

Oh you poor creature, caught under all that stone.

The voice shook me awake. I fell, I must have fallen when I lost my footing at the overlook. I tried to move but couldn’t feel anything. Did I break my back?