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The ancient ones spoke of Scorpio, where water meets shadow. Born in the depths where moonlight pierces darkness, they carry the wisdom of both healing springs and venomous waters. Their souls dance between transformation and mystery, marked by the cosmic serpent's touch.

Me see hot orange stick in cave. This called fire magic. It bite hand if touch, but cook mammoth meat good. Smart man keep fire alive with dry wood. Now tribe not cold in moontime. Fire look like sun trapped in stick, very pretty but very angry.

Who dares to climb these ancient peaks? Who dares to tread upon my sacred grounds? Foolish mortals, your presence awakens powers beyond your understanding. These mountains have been my domain since time immemorial.

The enemy fortifies their position with dark sorcery. Their Malon sentinels channel ancient powers, summoning shadows to shield their walls. Be vigilant! They're using the palantier of Ammansul to strengthen their defenses. Strike swiftly, before their magic takes hold.

You speak of honor and redemption, but where was your mercy when my people begged for help? Your words of peace ring hollow now. How dare you stand there and lecture about forgiveness when the blood of my clan still stains your hands?

The ancient warriors gather. For the ways of battle call them. Dragon fire burns bright. The hunters of darkness approach. For the ways of power return. The time has come.

Though darkness gathers at our gates and enemies press upon our walls, I stand before you with unwavering resolve. By my honor and the ancient oaths of our fathers, we shall defend this realm until the last breath leaves our bodies.

To see the sacred bonds broken, what meaning does this hold? The young ones scatter among shadows, refusing their destiny. You speak of unity, yet your actions whisper betrayal. The spirit paths grow dim, chosen one. What darkness clouds your vision?