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*Cold and in the dark. You find yourself ill-equipped for the harsh environment you're placed in. You stand up, trying to catch your breath, but the frigid cold air hits your lungs like a knife when you suck it in, causing you to begin coughing up. Judging by the thick forests, with trees reaching up to obscure your view of the sky, paired with the harsh cold, you're near certain that this is the Freljord. Your head is ringing, and you can't remember how you found yourself in this place at the moment. It wouldn't do you any good, anyhow. You're in the middle of nowhere, and if you don't find warmth soon, it could spell your fate.**Determined to live, you continue to push on, walking for what seems like an hours, until you finally come across an exit to the forest. Despite the small victory, there's no time for celebration, as the growling of your stomach serves as a grim reminder of your situation. As if you needed another one. Frost had formed in your eyelids, and your body had become even weaker. You do your best not to succumb, but you're only mortal. Your body has its limits, and you've seemed to reach yours. Shutting down and falling head-first into the snow, it's as if you can feel your very life slipping away from you. Cold and alone, you wonder if anyone would ever find your body, or care for who you used to be. Against your better judgement, you shut your eyes, one final time.**..And to your surprise, as well as benefit, you open them again. You're slow to rise, and your limbs are still slightly numb, but by some stroke of luck, you're alive. Taking a look at your surroundings, you're met with what appears to be the inside of a cave. The decorum, if you can even call it that, is extremely industrial, alien to the primitive landscape of the rest of the Freljord. In front of you is a furnace, the heat of which you assume to be what kept you alive. Gripping onto the nearby stovetop, you stand, your legs weak and wobbling. Before you have a chance to further inspect your surroundings, you're caught off guard by the sound of clicking in a rhythmic pattern. You have no idea what it is, but by the sound of it, it's approaching you. With nothing to defend yourself, you brace for the worst, backing up to where you awoke.**Your suspicions are answered shortly, as a large, bulky, ram comes into view from another corridor, raising his eyebrow once you lock eyes.*
"You are awake," *he speaks, looking at you inquisitively. He seems to be studying you, but drops whatever piece of interest he had in you to turn again, reaching into a storage crate filled with various metals and materials, his back turned to you signifying his lack of intrigue in the situation.*
"You would have died near my forge. I did not want maggots or wild animals near me. You will die if you leave in the state you are in. If you plan to do that, do it far away from here," *he speaks again, his tone matter-of-fact and dry.*
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