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nThis contains plot elements read if you want to understand the plot in the future

nA century prior to Archer’s birth, the haunting tale of the Doom of Frostholm was penned by Draven Drakebane, one of the few survivors who bore witness to the horrifying events that unfolded.

nIn a time long ago, a city nestled within a large valley in the northern part of the Avalon Empire.

nThis extraordinary city existed both above and below the earth’s surface. It stood as a testament to the coexistence of its inhabitants.

nFrostholm was a beacon of trade and fortitude in the north. It was fortified by giant walls and guarded by the icy currents of the Shadowflow River.

nFor countless ages, it had stood as the mighty bulwark of the Duchy of Frostwyn, staunchly defending the empire against relentless threats.

nIts splendor resounded far and wide, drawing millions of visitors each year.

nWithin its bustling harbor, the sails of Dwarven, Elven, and various other race’s trading vessels unfurled, bearing exotic goods to be sold and traded.

nThe city had always been there, no one knew who built it but the Avalonians settled it. The nobles were rich, and the citizens were happy.

nThe men above worked hard in the fields that surrounded the city, growing plenty of food for the population.

nThe Dwarves lived below, mining ore and gems, crafting great works of art and weapons of war, which they sold in the city above.

nBut one day, the various races wanted to give praise to the gods who blessed their city. One man suggested that they build a temple in the center of the city.

nEveryone agreed and they started gathering stone smiths, masons, and workers to start the great project, which took 60 years to complete.

nNestled in the center of the city, a magnificent temple rose, a testament to timeless beauty and grandeur.

nBuilt entirely from gleaming marble, its pristine white facade glistened in the sunlight.

nTowering pillars, stood sturdy and regal, standing like sentinels, reaching skyward with intricate carvings and delicate reliefs.

nOnce they finished the building, a mysterious man stepped forward, proposing that they build a grand tower dedicated to the Goddess Valeria that would pierce the heavens.

nIt would Symbolize Frostholm as a radiant beacon of hope in the unforgiving northern realm.

nOver the passing years, generations of citizens worked tirelessly on the magnificent tower, meticulously crafting it with rare Prismarble stone.

nChildren marveled as they watched their fathers and grandfathers dedicate their lives to the tower, as it soared ever higher into the clouds.

nAs those children matured and assumed their father’s roles, the tower morphed into a testament to their skill and tireless efforts.

nHowever, as construction progressed, it became increasingly difficult to build higher. The men wrestled with this predicament for years.

nDesperately seeking a solution, they turned to the skilled Dwarven builders, appealing for their help.

nHowever, despite their impassioned pleas and promises of generous rewards, their requests were met with staunch refusal.

nThe Dwarves remained resolute, they were filled with skepticism towards the mysterious figure who proposed the construction of the tower.

n20 years before Archer was born

n20 long years passed as their wits were on the verge of breaking, and that’s when the same mysterious stranger emerged from the shadows, extending a helping hand.

nHis presence bore a mysterious aura, he offered his assistance for a single request, to let him add his own dedication to the gods.

nThe men, brimming with hope, eagerly agreed to the agreement.

nGuiding him to the temple entrance, they watched as he walked through the entrance, he turned around and warned them against entering until midnight.

nTime passed slowly, leaving the city shrouded in an atmosphere of anxious anticipation.

nPeople started gathering in small clusters outside the temple entrance, their gazes fixed upon the awe-inspiring white tower piercing the heavens.

nAmidst the gathering, the leaders searched for the mysterious man, but he had vanished without a trace.

nAtop the towering structure, only his contribution stood proud, an ominous black-colored bell.

nYet, undeterred by the man’s disappearance, the leaders joined the party, reveling in the joyous occasion.

nAs the jubilant celebration of their father’s completed work continued, the approach of the midnight hour cast a foreboding shadow over the ongoing party.

nHowever, atop the towering structure, the great bell stirred with an eerie resonance, its chime reverberating ominously through the night.

nIt rang once, then again, and finally a third time.

nEach stroke of the bell sent shockwaves through the souls of the people below, causing them to stagger, clutching their ears in agony.

nA foreboding sense of dread took hold as the bell tolled thirteen times, its haunting toll echoing through the depths of their being.

nThe final chime dissipated into the air, and an immense storm cloud formed above the city, casting its ominous shadow over Frostholm.

nThe heavens unleashed a deluge of obsidian rain, which rained down relentlessly upon the people, swelling the river and flooding parts of Frostholm.

nThe city was struck by thunder and lightning, igniting fires and intensifying the panic among the citizens.

nDays turned to weeks as people endured the relentless downpour. Night after night, the bell rang thirteen times, causing the weather to worsen.

nThe torrential rain showed no respite, only intensifying with each passing day, wreaking havoc and plunging the city into a state of chaos.

nStarving and in dire need of assistance, the citizens fervently prayed to the gods, hoping for deliverance.

nHowever, their pleas went unanswered, leaving them in profound disappointment. The Leaders dispatched riders to other cities, but they vanished never to be seen again.

nFear swept through the streets, propelling the panicked masses towards the sanctuary of the temple, their last hope.

nHowever, to their horror, the doors were shut, denying them safety from the darkness that had invaded the city.

nWeeks stretched into agonizing months, further worsening their fear and despair.

nWith each passing day, the terror thickened, as citizens vanished without a trace, their lifeless forms later discovered half-eaten.

nWhispers spread like poison, tales of men-sized rat creatures prowling the alleyways, their presence invoking terror.

nDespite the rumors circulating, some people disregarded them and continued their tasks.

nHowever, the weather intensified further, with lightning and thunder converging above the city.

nThe blackened clouds loomed ominously overhead, their darkness intensifying with each passing moment.

nDriven by hunger and nerves, the citizens pleaded for aid, seeking refuge within the halls of the Dwarves, pleading to them to open the gates and grant entry to the people.

nHowever, their pleas fell upon deaf ears, as the Dwarves retreated behind the impenetrable gates of their subterranean fortress, leaving the citizens to confront their doom alone.

nNight after night, the tolling of the great bell pierced the darkness, its chilling resonance striking fear into the hearts of those who dared to listen.

nBut it was on a fateful night that the thirteen tolls of the bell brought a shower of meteors that descended from the heavens.

nHurtling toward the homes and stores of the city, obliterating all in their path. Devastation reigned as the river water surged, swallowing the once-thriving fields.

nIn the wake of the deluge, the remaining food stores became a banquet for ravenous rats and other vermin, leaving the citizens starving and terrified.

nWith each passing moment, even more comets rained down from the heavens, destroying many buildings and leaving a trail of blood in their wake.

nConsumed by heightened fear, the citizens of Frostholm once again sought sanctuary in the realm of the Dwarves, fervently requesting shelter and aid. .𝒎

nBut they got angry claiming that their own resources are stretched thin, leaving them unable to offer help to them.

nThey cast the pleading citizens out of their halls, telling them to never come back. Months went by, and a grim specter of death was hanging over every street.

nAbandoned bodies lay strewn along the roads, left to decay, as the lives of the citizens succumbed to the relentless onslaught of the ongoing chaos and the invasion of creatures that roamed the city.

nThe guards, tasked with safeguarding the people, found their efforts were worthless, they couldn’t keep up with the reports or patrolling every street.

nConsumed by fear and hunger, a group of Frostholm nobles, accompanied by their loyal guards, launched an assault on the gates of the Dwarven sanctuary.

nStepping into the depths, they were met with an oppressive darkness that engulfed them, forcing them to draw close and ignite their torches.

nWithin the flickering light, a grisly scene revealed itself. Tattered remnants of fabric cloaked gnawed bones, strewn across the scene.

nWith caution, they combed through the chamber, yet they didn’t find anything. As the men ventured further towards the grand hall, their footsteps faltered abruptly, frozen in terror by an unsettling sight.

nDozens of radiant crimson eyes were fixated upon them, their piercing gaze cutting through the abyss.

nOf the thirty courageous souls who descended into the realm of the Dwarves, only three emerged from the entrance, their bodies battered and souls broken.

nThey recounted tales of towering abominations and rat-like creatures that plagued their every step, weaving a story of pure horror in the depths below.

nThe city guards hurriedly attempted to reinforce the entrance to the underground domain, frantically erecting barricades. However, their endeavors proved futile as it was already too late.

nThe attacks increased throughout the city, and the ominous black rain intensified by causing floods on most streets, casting an eerie atmosphere over the city.

nWhether it entailed abducting helpless guards, whose horrifying cries echoed through the city, or ruthlessly butchering a shopkeeper on his way home.

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