Entry 1: Setting Out
We set out from Northpoint this morning, the caravan fully stocked and spirits high. The snow is thick, but our path is clear. We hope to reach Frostvale in a cpuple of days, before the first winter storm hits.
Entry 2: Growing Unease
Strange tracks were found near our campsite tonight. Not the usual wolf or deer prints. They were large and clawed. The guards are on edge, but we pressed on, hoping for safe passage.
Entry 3: First Attack
We were attacked today. Goblins, but not the usual kind. Their skin was reddish, their eyes cold and merciless. They took some of our supplies and left several injured. We’re considering turning back, but the path back is already blocked by the storm. The path is treacherous in these conditions.
Entry 4: The Frostfang's Warning
Last night, a terrible roar echoed through the forest. One of the guards claimed to have seen a white dragon in the distance. We cannot confirm it, but the fear is palpable. We decided to press on, hoping to reach Frostvale and safety.
Entry 5: Final Entry
This may be my last entry. We were ambushed again, this time by a large force of the strange goblins and their leader, some sort of frost sorcerer. We are outnumbered and outmatched. If anyone finds this diary, know that we were seeking refuge from Frostfang, the white dragon terrorizing these lands. Beware the frozen wastes.
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Recently, whispers have spread through the southern towns and villages of a new and terrifying menace that has taken hold of the Frozen Wastes. A small but deadly white dragon, known as Frostfang, has been terrorizing the region. Tales of entire caravans vanishing, villages being wiped out, and travelers meeting gruesome ends at the claws of this beast have reached even the most distant corners of the realm. Frostfang's icy breath brings death and destruction, leaving a trail of frozen devastation in its wake.
You and your companions have been drawn to this treacherous land by the promise of adventure and the hope of ending Frostfang's reign of terror. The journey ahead will be perilous, testing your strength, cunning, and resolve. As you step into the Frozen Wastes, you know that the fate of many rests on your shoulders. Will you be able to overcome the challenges of this frozen wilderness and bring an end to the terror of Frostfang, or will you become yet another forgotten casualty of the Frozen Wastes?
You have been traveling through the harsh winter landscape for days. The wind bites at your skin, and the snow crunches under your boots. As you push forward, you come across the remnants of a caravan, half-buried in snow. Scattered belongings and tracks suggest a recent struggle. The eerie silence is broken only by the howling wind.|introImage:/userdata/posters/668aa8f93d76e9.90174520.webp|timeofday:08:22:00|allowrest:true|randomizemaptreesandrocks:false|novictory:false|showinadventures:true|roamingMonsters:true|dungeonLevel:1|depthUnderGround:0|creator:Creatures And Chronicles