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Chapter 1

Guarding the path.
Added Wed Nov 13 17:07:12 2019 at level 12:

The Tahril Mountains was a peaceful place where storm born giants ventured
in a holy pilgrimage to the eye of the storm. They found faith here, in the
contemplations of their creation. It was the storm after all, that woke the
gentle giants from their slumbers. While many giants ventured to and from
this holy place, there was a select few who remained to watch and to guard
the pilgrims that would venture to the Tahril Mountains in times of need.

Zdrostal was one of these watchers. From up high he stood firm and strong
with his faith and his shield, guarding the vulnerable as they expressed an
interest in their own belief. But as the age grew dark, the pilgrims became
rare, those that made it appeared haggard and burdened by dark news of the
New Order lead by an undead Provost who had banished those who walk in the
Light from serving the people of Thera. He was greatly troubled by the news
the people brought from the lands below and his persistent worry began to
erode his faith, like the sea claiming the towering cliffs above.

He ventured to the highest pinnacle of the Tahril Mountains and began a new
contemplation. What if he left this place? What if the inaction of people
like him was the cause of this perversion of hope. Surely he had a purpose
here, protecting the path from those who would need him. A sudden flash in
the desert below broke him from his meditations. He squinted his eyes as he
witnessed the scene before him. Flocks of Ccul'gra swarmed the Araile below
as a palatable darkness took root in the ancient Chasm of the Scions. Vile
nausea took hold of Zdrostal and something within him was also born in this
moment of darkness. Call it faith. Call it strength.

Or perhaps call it the determination not just to guard the path but to walk
it, and restore hope to the innocent and bring retribution upon the enemies
of the Light.