The council of elders has seen that it is not long before the invaders will breach the skirmish lines and plunder the farms and villages of your homeland. The council has decreed that after centuries of silence, the voice of the great oracle must be heard once more if this horrible foe is to be repelled.
For many days now, you have trod the ancient trail, winding higher and higher into the rugged peaks of the Black Mountains. Cold, hungry and alone, you somehow sense that you are nearing the oracle's hiding place deep within the great mountain.
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