The White Wolf of Nivalis
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Three Relics forged by the Dark Lord in the South.
Three have been chosen by Fate to destroy them.
The first is the Wolf, its blood powerful yet deadly.
The second is the Amulet, poisonous but beautiful,
The third is the Sword, sharp and luring.
They come at a great price to bear, though their strengths compete with none. They will slowly consume you, possess you, take over you the more one becomes attached to it. These Relics, lost for centuries, have been sought by many. Yet to this day, no one has come close to seeking any of the three.
Rumors grow in the East, and an unnamed fear comes crawling back into the darkness of the world. . .
The first part of this journey begins in the realm of Lockhart ...
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