Voices of The Deep
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mb2QoaBy8ao

Rhen Var
Everything was finally falling into place.How carefully had the winter witch of The Awoken woven the web. Delicately setting each slender piece along its proper line, interweaving the tendrils of lies, expectations, charming words, and gullible souls. Turning broken parts into a pattern of dazzling beauty. One, two, three...the body, the soul, the womb. The parts that she had no power to play, she had created a substitute in her place. Age had necessitated it. A twisted mind had conceived it. And now...death was going to complete it.
The Ice Queen moved with slow grace through the snowy waste...the cold air wrapping itself around the woman...making her feel secure...home. Or as close as she could get...frankly if snow fell daily and the land was blanketed in that frosty blanket Winter would always feel home...and as those icy cold optics flicked back and forth over the stone palace known as The Citidel the woman would merely narrow her eyes...
Something had drawn her here...by chance, by fate, or by some other metaphysical means beyond her understanding. But she was here...on the surface of a planet that seemed to whisper to her frozen core...Winter wanted to begin her hunt...her quest. But patiance was required...at least for now.
Those high heels of hers clacked againtst the glass-like stone as she entered the ruin...her frosty hair stilled into place and her hands balled into a fist. Brooding...forboding...the Queen had arrived. And now...she needed only to be pointed in the right direction.
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