"The adventurers climbed the cold mountains of Icewind Dale, hardly walking deeper and deeper into de blizzard. Cold was sharp and wind unemercyful, making their handas ache and their knees tremble. When they reached the highest peak over the frozen clouds, they thought they would finally see the light... But what they fund up there was way worse than a winter storm. An army of dark knights were awating for them, riding dangerous white wyverns. The creatures rorared and chirped while the war horns announced the inminent asoult over the group of heroes. The wyvern riders dived from the cliff, cutting the frozen air with their wings. They fell upon them over and over again, waving claws, teeth and spears in the air, seeking for a bloody encaunter. And indeed, they found it... but who stayed standing until the end?"
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