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Bloodsworn Rangers would prepare to open fire on the strange man, but would be told to hold fire by a severely burnt man. He would be brought into the nation, and taken to a remote base in the Arctic, where he questioned by the burnt man. "What are these tidings you claim to bring, manling?" he says.

"Frozen death is approaching from the north" he told them. "It will consume all; mountains, trees, cities... Everything. It will reign for a hundred years, with an eternal winter. None will survive..." He stopped to take a shaky breath. "I have seen these events... In visions... I have come to warn you"

"Sir, as much as I want to believe you, one man's visions are not much evidence. In elder days, I would have had you shot, but nowadays, you will be spared. Tell me about the visions."

"I awoke in a field of ash and death. Around me were the corpses of three armies, who had ruined themselves by chasing down the insignificant. To the east, an army was destroyed by deadly plague. In the west, an army was destroyed by civil war and hate. In the north, an army Was swallowed by frost. Among those eaten by the frost were the lands of Muscovy and the Bloodsworn. As the ice enveloped them, they boldly stated that the frost could not hurt them." He finished. It was a lot to take in, but the point was obvious. Frost was coming, and it cannot be stopped.

"Do have any evidence of any of this, manling? For all of that sounds like the Heretical War to me. And believe me, I was there."

"As was I... And the evidence has begun to appear. The plagues, the famines, the Sparks of war igniting..." He paused to sniff... This cold weather was new to him. "...the cold..."

"Aye, they are troubling. Our Lord has foreseen such things. Now, what do you propose? And whom did you fight for the Heretical Wars?"

"I fought for none, I was simply a bystander... I propose you move your population southward, to avoid the cold. Now, I will return to Muscovy, hopefully with better results. Good tidings." He nodded to the men, then turned to leave. As soon as he stepped out the door, he seemed to disappear

Before the man could leave, the burnt men called in three Legio Watchmen. "Not. So. Fast. Manling." the burnt man said. "You have been deemed a threat to the people and workers of the Bloodsworn nation. For this, you are to be shot on the spot. Do you have any last words?"

"I like cold crab Borscht" he said, grinning a bit psychoticly.

Maybe he is a bit deranged... No wonder my people told him to fuck off.

Drawing his sword, the man drives his cold blade through the Manling's chest, pulling up upwards and whispering in his ear, "The Harvester sends his regards."

The strange man chuckles, then dies. As the men turn away to speak, the dead body rises, stand one, then rides away on his mule, which has become a ghostly steed

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