In a world of magic, wonder, and mystery, dismay and danger lies dormant. Each country in the world is elemental and sub-elemental.

You're a part of the "Magic Caravan" which consists of a white/golden male knight with a double-edged sword(Jax), a female knight with black/purple armor and a scythe(Lucile), a goblin demolition expert(Korion), an elf archer(Theiria), a young mage(Luco), and a demon thief(Maximus).

You walked beside them as you wandered the icy realm of Págoson.

Maximus: "This place is weird. Why's it so cold?"

Korion: "This place is the pits."

Luco: "This is Págoson. The realm of ice."

Jax: "This place is torture. How can anyone be so cold for so long?"

Lucile: "The people here are frost-trolls, hon. They're born into it."

Theiria: "I'm amazed you didn't know this, brute."

Jax: "Watch your tone, elf!"

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