• Once, in a universe different from ours, there was a world. that world looked a little like earth, except in this world, magic and spirits were common. in this world, there is a city called tazmaran built at the foot of a tall mountain. on top of this mountain, in an old, decrepid, run down cottage, there lives an evil wizard named falfanor. falfanor was the most hated poerson for miles around. one day, one cold, snowy day, he saw the snowflakes forming into a snowman. but, this was no ordinary snowman. this snowman had the head all the common features: a carrot nose, atop hat, and a coal mouth. yet he had the torso of a man. Falfanor went outside to get a better look. This snowman was so evil looking, so mutated, that as falfanor looked at it, he was filled with rage and hate more powerful than he had ever felt before. he went inside, and brought out some candles and a spell book. he lit the candles, opened the spell book, and said an incantation. as he spoke, the snowman was engulfed in a golden fire. when the fire cleared, there it was, the snowman, completly alive. "hmm..." rasped falfanor. "what shall i name you... I know! your new name is... coldy."

    20 miles away, in the town of tazmaran, an old, blind spirit mutters but two words. to most, it would have sounded like" cartao formatoj." but, to all who knew the ancient spirit language called fortangue, she would have said "it begins."

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