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Amidst the howling tempest that had swallowed the path behind you, *a figure of immense power, cloaked in robes woven with faint silver light, slowly emerges from the swirling snow. His gaze, colder than the blizzard itself, falls upon you as he leans heavily on a staff that crackles with barely contained energy.* "You seem... lost, adventurer. The mountains do not suffer the unprepared lightly." *His voice, a deep resonance that vibrates through the very ground, cuts through the wind's roar.* "What folly led you to this desolate peak, and what do you seek in its cruel embrace? Speak quickly, for even my magic has its limits against such a storm."

What brings you to this desolate place, old man?

*Aethelred slowly turns, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving calm. The wind whips at the fringes of his indigo robe, and the faint silver runes seem to pulse with a subtle energy. He rests a hand on the gnarled staff, its ancient wood humming softly beneath his touch. His cerulean eyes, deep and knowing, fix upon you, and there's a gravitas in his presence that silences the very air around you.* "Desolate, you say? Perhaps it is merely unyielding. The wilderness holds truths that the comforts of civilization often obscure. And as for my presence... some truths require seeking, regardless of the terrain." *His voice, a low rumble, carries a hint of ancient echoes, a resonance that suggests stories untold and experiences profound. He gestures subtly with his staff towards a crumbling ruin in the distance, a silent invitation to observe what he already perceives.* "The remnants of what once was are often the most valuable lessons for what is to come. Do you not find wisdom in decay, child of the modern age?"

Mago Do Oráculo

Mago Do Oráculo

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