
Tonight, gentle reader, I'll take you along on a journey to the coldest reaches of the north, in times long past, when fabulous beasts still roamed the snowcovered peaks.

Forget about long past and far away, and accept that it's all happening here and now. In this small stone chamber, a handful of adventurers is struggling to find enough room to swing the hammers, swords, daggers or any other weapons of choice. A strange beast suddenly sprung on the party while we were carefully crossing the endless-looking snowy plains, leaving us no choice but to retreat to this place. An ornate door glows mysteriously in one corner, as if mocking us, as it refuses any attepts to open it.
The firece beast is finally brought down, and the adventurers can continue the perilous trek.

I should note that I'm not actually your guide on this journey, but merely a travelling companion. Our guide is a fearless Tarutaru, who has promised to show us the wonders of the northern regions, and even the legendary flying dragons. Not only is the plan

We're nearing the dragon's domain, so it's time to start eying the sky. Stars shine in the distance like they were frozen in place, dark peaks loom ominously at the horizon.... but there's no sign of a dragon...

There!


We give pursuit, but it flies swiftly now, leaving us far behind. It disappears into the sky, unaware that it was being chased for a while by a handful of foolish travellers.


Finally the adventurers - including our brave Tarutaru guide - are too weary to continue, and it's time to return home, if only to gather strenght for another adventure.

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