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War Mage-

I hate the cold. 

The blizzard in which I was stuck has finally abated let up. My fingers are no longer turning blue and I may emerge from this cave (it smells like something had curled up and died a long time ago but I do not fancy figuring out what it was, in case it was in fact still alive and just extremely smelly).

From what I can see, the world is white. The sun is glittering off the mountainside like it is made of diamonds, and the great green forest still stands despite the incredible winds from last night. It is remarkably beautiful. Though it snows on Eidolon, I do not think I have ever seen it completely cover the world like it does here, just one endless rolling hill of powdery, slippery snow. I can also see what appears to be some ruins out to the northwest of my position.

Now, to get down this mountain with the least amount of effort… 

Perhaps if I use this old shield I recovered, grease it up with a little wax from this candle and attempt to slide down?


  -The Master

 

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The ritual worked... mostly.
I KNEW IT!
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I am coming home. The Unchained are upon us.
The Order has a new enemy...
Most peculiar - Fortress pairs!
I am still alive. Again.
Nature hates me
Teamwork works
I am sending you help. You need it.
What is the meaning of this?
There are more Weavers!
Just a taste.
A History Lesson
I have escaped on my own.
Seriously. Send Help.
Send Help
Choose your friends wisely
We must proceed with caution...
It's time to come clean.
I have found something!
I'm sorry to leave again...