Prolouge

Storms battered the northern coasts hard, wind and rain blasting at the shore. One figure choose to brave the storm-an otter. Moving through the storm, the otter finially reached a cave that had light coming out of it. Moving in so that he could get out of the elements, he suddenly found a dagger at his throat. "Whadda ye want now, traitor?"

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