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February 14th, 2003
'Twas an awfully cold winter in the year of 938. The snow was kind only to the tops of rooves and
tress, the only things above the blanket of white. This was the valley Northshire, home to the Elves
of North. The ever-frozen land was under the
wrath of great blizzard, later to be called the Icewind of 38. Most of the Elves were indoors, smoke
rising from their small chimneys. But some of the more adventurous, or more foolish as some of the
elders would say, Elves had dug tunnels along well used pathes and roads. Some had even dug up and
out to examine the terr
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