[CongressJon]

In the library, you find an old, tattered book. You sit down and carefully open it. It looks like a diary, and a very old one at that. You begin to read...

The 8th of Gwaldwan, 1032 of the Second Age

The band of evil sorcerers is on their way to our great city of Frionia. We know we have no hope of winning, for though our army is strong, we have no magic behind us, and we cannot win. Still, we shall fight for our land, and what is right. I must tend to the Queen now, she is calling for me...


The 10th of Gwaldwan, 1032 of the Second Age

The sorcerers have passed the gates... we are trapped in, they have surrounded us from all sides... We have no hope, and yet our soldiers are bravely dying for our people... I hear the cold chant of the sorcerers' spell, they say it in unity, almost as if... as if...

The page stops there, and as you touch the blank nothingness of the next page, an icy chill seems to envelop your hand, almost as if it is being frozen...